"Hey Hank, this is the sixth piece of food you've eaten today."

A man stared at Hank with an ugly expression.

In this special situation where food is scarce, every portion of food must be carefully budgeted.

Ordinary people in the base basically only have one piece of food a day.

In other words, only those who need to go out to find supplies will maintain three meals a day to maintain combat effectiveness.

However, he has never encountered such a situation where he ate food for six people in one meal.

He even wondered if Hank had contracted some kind of virus during this trip and came back.

Not only did he think so, but Hank's teammates also thought so.

After all, in this hellish apocalypse, every unusual thing needs attention, because it may very well save one's life.

After eating the last bite of food in his hand, Hank left the cafeteria without saying a word.

His teammates looked at each other and followed him one after another.

"I advise you not to follow me."

As the protagonist whose body has undergone unknown changes, Hank is the most nervous one.

You know, his appetite is no different from other people's.

This time he ate food for six people, and he almost cried out of fear!

Moreover, he is still hungry now.

If he wasn't afraid of attracting too much attention, he could continue eating.

Although it is already very attractive.

"No way, Boss Hank, are you going to drive us away now?"

"I'm going out this time, and I won't come back until I understand what has changed in me."

Hank drove away his teammates, returned to his home, fully armed, drove a motorcycle and left without looking back.

After leaving the base, Hank did not follow the road to the town. Instead, he followed the path and drove his motorcycle to the mountains not far away.

Very few people come here.

Although animals often appear here.

But since a team came here to hunt and found animals infected with the virus, no one has come here again.

Because no one knows whether the animal you killed was infected with the virus.

If we take it back to the base, the entire base will be gone soon?

But Hank, who was already hungry and anxious, couldn't care about so much.

The acid in his abdomen burned his stomach. He felt that if he didn't eat anymore, his stomach would be burned through by the acid!

Perhaps because no one has been here for a long time, Hank found a deer as soon as he entered the mountain.

Hank didn't hesitate, raised his gun and beat him to death.

Bang~

The sudden gunshots in the mountains startled the birds in the trees.

The wild beasts near Hank were frightened away by the sudden noise, but there were also some strange creatures that, after hearing the gunshot, ran away towards the place where the gunshot was heard.

Hank walked up to the dead deer, touched the deer's body, felt the body was not yet cool, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this is a normal deer.

So Hank found firewood on the spot and set up a fire.

The dead deer was skinned and deboned next to the fire and roasted.

But before it was roasted on the fire for long, Hank's intense hunger made his mouth water.

Hank couldn't bear it any longer and bit into the piece of meat.

And this was like turning on a switch. This bite could no longer be heard, until all the meat on the hand was swallowed into the stomach.

Perhaps because the food he had just swallowed was not fully digested, Hank's sanity began to slowly return.

Thinking of the crazy look just now, Hank's body trembled.

"Can it be said that... I really turned into a zombie?"

The way the raw deer meat looked like a zombie just now made Hank mistakenly believe that he had been infected with the virus and was about to become a zombie.

Thinking of the zombies he had seen before, Hank suddenly felt despair.

At this moment, Hank wanted to die, and he even took out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

Because of this, Hank didn't notice that he was being targeted!

Just when Hank was about to kill himself, a gust of fishy wind came from behind, and Hank was immediately thrown to the ground.

Hank's body rolled on the ground several times, and he felt a pain in his lower back. He must have accidentally scratched a sharp stone while rolling.

After being jumped, the instinct developed from years of fighting zombies made him immediately block his neck with his forearm.

And the next second, he felt his forearm tighten.

Hank took a closer look and saw that it was a rotting animal head.

That rumor is actually true!

There are really zombie-talking animals on this mountain!?

Hank raised the pistol he was holding tightly in his other hand, and blasted the rotting beast's head in front of him with several shots.

When Hank overturned the body on top of him, he found that he had been surrounded, and several black shadows rushed toward him one after another.

Bang bang bang~

Suddenly, gunfire continued.

A few minutes later, after killing all the zombified animals, Hank rested against the trunk of a big tree.

I saw smelly black blood all over Hank's body, and the thick iron sheets on his arms and calves had long been deformed, but I don't know if they were bitten through.

After encountering zombies, wearing iron arm guards on your arms can save your life at critical moments.

Even if the zombies were extremely powerful and reasonably astonishing, they would still be unable to tear the iron sheet into pieces in a short period of time.

However, this is not necessarily true for animals.

Animal canine teeth are very sharp.

"!!!"

Realizing this, Hank stood up suddenly.

He quickly came to the river he saw when he went up the mountain, and used the river water to wash away the blood on his body.

At the same time, Hank removed the arm guards and leg guards on his arms and calves, exposing the skin underneath.

And Hank really saw the wound!

Those wounds were not caused by wild animals biting the iron sheet, but by the iron sheet deforming and scratching the skin, scratching the skin.

If it were before, Hank might still be relieved.

But now, Hank's whole body was covered in the dirty blood of zombie beasts. The blood must have touched the wound, and even now it was too late to clean the wound.

I'm tired, let's destroy it.

Realizing this, Hank completely lost his last bit of luck.

If he could deceive himself by saying that he didn't have a single wound on his body before, it might not be because he was infected with a virus, but just because his food intake had increased.

But now, regardless of whether his normal appetite has increased, he will turn into a zombie.

With this wound, he will turn into a zombie within four hours at most.

Of course, it might be earlier.

After all, he was most likely infected with the zombie virus before that.

Hank silently raised the gun, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.

Click~
Chapter completed!