The road stretched ahead, long and empty, swallowed by the horizon. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of wind against the vehicle.
Qingran kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the rifle she had propped up between the seats. Her gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, scanning the road behind them for any signs of pursuit.
Feng Yizhou sat beside her, his posture relaxed but his sharp gaze locked on the road. He hadn't spoken in a while, but she knew he was thinking the same thing she was.
Man-made.
Not just the zombie they had encountered, not just the mutagen they had found in the truck's storage, but the apocalypse itself could be man-made.
Qingran's fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
