My Girlfriend is a Zombie Chapter 1332: An Ordinary Extra Dies an Ordinary Death

“Da-da-da…”

The sound of gunfire echoed from beyond the Protective Wall, yet within the Falcon Camp, an atmosphere of composure prevailed.

War had long ceased to be a novelty for the Survivors; they carried on with their routines, occasionally remarking to one another, “It’s a bit noisy today.”

Inside the Command Headquarters, Zhang Dongyao stood by a room, enveloped in smoke from his cigarette.

The Laboratory Director had departed to find a physician, and as Falcon Members passed, they exchanged words and cast curious glances towards the doorway.

Zhang Dongyao Irritably flicked his cigarette butt to the ground, extinguishing it with a forceful stomp. “That troublesome Wang Lin!”

She was entrusted with Anan's care and protection, yet in this critical moment, she had vanished without a trace.

Zhang Dongyao turned his gaze into the room… Anan lay on the sofa, her slender frame curled up, hands clasped over her chest. She appeared serene, not at all like someone suddenly afflicted by illness. But why must she faint at this particular time?

Observing Anan's fluttering eyelashes, Zhang Dongyao felt an inexplicable wave of aggression wash over him.

He harbored a desire to seize the little girl’s hair and cast her out.

Perhaps it was the sudden distress of the situation, or perhaps it was the girl's perpetually calm gaze that unsettled him.

Ever since their arrival in X City, she had a habit of staring in a specific direction without apparent cause, her expression one of tranquil observation.

He felt an urge to confront her with harsh questions: “What in the world are you looking at!”

“Hoo…” Zhang Dongyao forcefully suppressed his rising anger.

It will be alright. Everything will conclude soon…

To minimize the final uncertainties, he had even orchestrated the sacrifice of Anan's own brother.

How utterly absurd, the man's expression as he heroically met his end for his sister… Little did he comprehend that it was all meticulously planned to keep Anan entirely under his sway.

Was orchestrating the diversion of those Zombies truly the sole viable approach?

It was merely that when an individual stepped forward to offer themselves as a sacrifice, the others readily accepted the outcome.

So… are they not all simply hypocrites?

Including that brother. Even in his own estimation, he was nothing more than another hypocrite.

He was simply terrified of forfeiting his spiritual anchor. In dying for it, he was moved by his own purportedly “noble” action.

That was the extent of it.

And these individuals here… they are so profoundly naive.

Witnessing the relaxed demeanors on their faces transported Zhang Dongyao back to the Central Region Camp.

But… when the truth of what transpired at the Central Region Camp comes to light, will they still be capable of smiling?

Lost in thought, Zhang Dongyao found his fists clenching involuntarily.

If he did not restrain himself, he might be unable to stifle a twisted, self-mocking laugh…

“She will be alright.” A young woman’s voice emanated from behind him.

Zhang Dongyao’s smile involuntarily conveyed a hint of anxious relief. He turned to face the girl, “Doctor, you have finally arrived. You cannot possibly comprehend how vital this child is…”

“Yes, she is immensely important,” the girl affirmed with a nod.

However, subsequent to her words, Zhang Dongyao perceived an incongruity. While the girl was indeed attired in a white coat and a mask, a question arose: how did she materialize behind him so suddenly?

He had been meticulously observing his surroundings!

To his mind, Anan represented his most significant leverage—he would never permit his vigilance to wane. Yet this girl…

Just as Zhang Dongyao prepared to withdraw, he observed the girl’s eyes curve into a smile. Subsequently, a Red Glimmer flashed within one of her eyes.

His heart lurched. In that fleeting instant, his mind went utterly blank.

How could a Zombie possibly be present here?

The ensuing moment revealed a crimson streak flashing from her eyes, and a sharp Scythe blade lunged towards him.

Scythe… Where had he encountered that term before?

That was Zhang Dongyao’s final coherent thought before succumbing to unconsciousness.

Following this, the door swung shut. Figures hurried through the corridor, yet none took notice of the preceding events.

When Zhang Dongyao emerged once more, the door having been opened, his demeanor had undergone a significant transformation.

The prior iteration of Zhang Dongyao had presented a facade of troubled resolve. In a peculiar sense, he had not considered it an act of pretense.

However, the present Zhang Dongyao appeared relaxed, yet exhibited a subtle rigidity.

He rotated his neck, flexed his limbs, then massaged his face, compelling a peculiar yet nonchalant smile.

The girl in the white coat also emerged from behind him. “All set. The area surrounding the infliction has been thoroughly cleansed. No one will be able to detect anything.”

She was referring to a recent crimson laceration on Zhang Dongyao’s neck. Mere moments prior, she had precisely slit his throat with a fingertip the instant he lost consciousness, administering her virus.

“This vessel can endure for a maximum of two hours. That is the absolute limit,” the girl stated.

Nonetheless, Zhang Dongyao nodded in contentment. “That is sufficient. Had he not been a superhuman, he would likely have already succumbed to decay following your Infection.”

Superhumans indeed constituted a distinct category of beings, akin to Zombies endowed with reason and a semblance of humanity.

This notion had crossed his mind on multiple occasions, but upon gaining knowledge of the ‘Laboratory’ concept, the intricacies of the situation deepened.

At this precise juncture, Zhang Dongyao—or rather, Ling Mo—experienced precisely that sensation.

As for the original Zhang Dongyao, his existence had already been extinguished.

Upon receiving the detailed account from Wang Lin, Ling Mo became unequivocally convinced that this particular Zhang Dongyao had thoroughly merited his demise.

Regardless of his past actions or the heights of his ambition, in Ling Mo's presence, he was merely a pawn destined for a swift end.

Ling Mo saw no need to engage him further. Individuals consumed by excessive ambition hardly warranted final words before their demise.

"What's the plan?" Xia Na's face, concealed beneath a mask, was visible. She found this disguise rather appealing. Had the Cataclysm not occurred, she might have pursued a career as a doctor.

Ling Mo retrieved a file from Zhang Dongyao's pocket, a smile gracing his lips. "Truthfully, Falcon's response intrigues me. And that little girl is another curious element."

With that, Ling Mo's gaze shifted towards the young girl. By this point, she should have stirred from her pretense.

"Little sister, for how much longer do you intend to feign sleep?" Ling Mo, without even closing the door, turned back at the threshold and inquired with a disarming smile.

Anan quivered, gradually opening her eyes before sitting up and embracing her knees.

Her initial utterance was: "You aren't him..."