Aon had survived tenaciously, so how could he want to end up as these ten zombies' nourishment?
Without caring about the people at the rooftop, Aon decisively ran towards the villa where he "lived".
His level up just now weakened the effect of the unknown medicine that "sealed" his energy, but it didn't completely get rid of its effect!
Aon could feel that even running like this was already draining his remaining energy, not to mention grabbing a random steel bar to fight these ten ferocious zombies.
It's impossible! Impossible! He's not the chosen one by Heaven or something!!
And so, what to do in such a situation?
Aon would resolutely throw his "face" and thicken his skin to be shameless.
The young boy suddenly opened his mouth and shouted on top of his lungs with a shaky voice.
"H-help!! Help! Big sis— big sis Gwennnnn! Helppppppp— "
His voice resounded throughout the three-story building and the surrounding houses, snapping the staff awake from their shock.
