The dozen or so infected nearby had now reached Shen Feng, gathering below the shuttle car.
Even after witnessing Shen Feng casually blow the heads off two of their own, these infected showed no fear. Instead, with smiles on their faces, they spoke to Shen Feng from below:
"Sir, is there a problem with your car? Do you need our help? SLURP…"
"The gun in your hand seems to belong to that police officer. It's illegal for ordinary citizens to carry firearms, so please be careful. SLURP…"
"I'm a doctor at this hospital. Are you in any trouble? SLURP…"
If you ignored the bloodstains on their faces and bodies, and the constant sound of them slurping, these people would seem like a group of good Samaritans.
Of course, everything they were doing right now was driven entirely by their craving for human flesh.
Perhaps they no longer even understood the meaning of their own words, their reactions driven purely by instinct.
