On the two hundred and first day since the outbreak of the zombie virus, a off-road vehicle appeared on the surveillance.

Several men in camouflage uniforms jumped out of the car.

Camouflage uniforms!

Seeing the camouflage uniforms, my whole body trembled, and tears gushed out. I immediately wanted to rush out to welcome them.

But before I could stand up, I saw one of them spit on the ground.

That spit brought me back to my senses.

This couldn't be the camouflage brother I was waiting for.

The camouflage brother I was waiting for would have integrity and definitely wouldn't behave so lowly.

Sure enough, they started cursing and swearing at the door after I didn't open it.

They revealed their true nature.

Their unabashed roars awakened the sluggish zombies.

I was excited and tears filled my eyes. The protectors of the dead, you have finally arrived.

But I didn't expect the protectors of the dead to be no match for them.

Before they even approached, they shot the protectors in the head with guns, and then... there was no "then" anymore.

Then, they picked up the shovels and hoes abandoned by the previous group of people and started digging towards the underground passage.