Yes, Chen Yun's car was robbed.

We are now squatting shivering on the side of the overpass, each with a big bump on our foreheads from the collision.

He asked me, "Where are your family members?"

"They're not in this city. And you?"

"Neither am I."

That's good. One person is enough for this extreme escape.

"Let's go." I stood up. "We can't just wait here to die—hiss, what's that?!"

"There's a bug on your leg." Chen Yun turned on the flashlight on his phone and looked at it, hesitating to speak. "Should I help you remove it, or..."

"I'll do it myself."

Chen Yun stared at me dumbfounded as I picked up the one-inch-long bug with my bare hands and threw it away.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I limped forward. "Think about those zombies outside. Aren't these little bugs much cuter?"