My Girlfriend is a Zombie Chapter 1338: This Is a Time of Drastic Change

A considerable amount of time passed before Lin Luanqiu finally released her grip on Ling Mo.

However, in contrast to Ling Mo, who seemed at a loss for words, Lin Luanqiu appeared notably more composed.

Her eyes remained teary, yet a subtle smile had already begun to grace her lips. "What's the matter? Don't dwell on it, okay? This is simply a hug between old friends after a reunion."

Without affording Ling Mo an opportunity to reply, she deftly steered the conversation elsewhere. "You've already heard about Anan, haven't you?"

"Yes, I'm aware of everything." The impending invasion of zombies from Central City was a crucial factor, and it was one of the primary motivations behind Ling Mo's swift and decisive dismantling of Falcon.

Any secondary concerns or potential instabilities arising during that operation were deemed minor details he did not need to preoccupation himself with.

Once the full might of the Central City threat emerged, these lesser issues would inevitably vanish in the face of overwhelming peril.

"But Anan isn't privy to all the details, and Wang Lin didn't fully disclose everything," Lin Luanqiu stated, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

At this precise moment, her demeanor and the tone of her voice evoked a profound sense of familiarity in Ling Mo… Indeed, this was precisely the kind of person she was – remarkably resolute and consistently analytical in her thinking.

During the chaos that erupted at the Central Region Camp, it was she who had managed to compartmentalize all emotion and observe the unfolding events with unwavering composure.

"What do you know?" Ling Mo's expression instantly shifted to one of grave seriousness. He detected a disquieting premonition radiating from Lin Luanqiu's eyes, suggesting the situation might be far more dire than he currently comprehended…

Niepan Headquarters.

A Survivor was observed walking at a brisk pace, his head bowed, seemingly in a hurry to reach his quarters.

"Hold it right there." A guard suddenly halted his progress.

Ever since Ling Mo's clandestine infiltration, the guards stationed here had been assigned an additional directive: conducting random checks on any individual exhibiting behavior that deviated from the norm.

The Survivor's hurried gait was unmistakably classified as "abnormal" in the guard's assessment.

Upon hearing the guard's sharp command, the Survivor immediately ceased his movement.

However, as the guard approached, the Survivor, who had maintained his downward gaze, abruptly jerked his head upwards. His eyes were bloodshot, and a glint of deranged madness distorted his features.

The guard flinched, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon.

Yet, the Survivor's countenance remained unchanged. He merely cast a stiff glance at the gun's barrel before looking back up at the guard. "Is there an issue?"

Observing that the individual still appeared to be functioning rationally, the guard's tension eased slightly. He then stated sternly, "Present your mission log. This is a standard random inspection!"

"Isn't this Ma Xiaohao?" At that precise moment, an interjecting voice broke the silence.

The guard faltered for a split second before snapping to attention upon recognizing the speaker, adopting a posture of deference. "Captain."

The guard captain cast a brief look at Ma Xiaohao before declaring, "I've already inspected him. You may let him pass."

"This…" The subordinate guard hesitated for a moment before quickly stepping aside. "Understood."

The Survivor glanced fleetingly at the guard captain and then swiftly ascended the stairs, disappearing from view.

Moments later, he burst into his room, slamming the door shut with a resounding "bang."

As soon as the door was secured, the Survivor doubled over, emitting a guttural growl from his throat, veins visibly throbbing on his forehead.

When he lifted his head once more, the whites of his eyes were suffused with blood, and his fingernails had rapidly elongated to twice their usual length.

The Survivor continued to heave low growls before staggering towards the restroom, his gaze fixed on the mirror positioned above the sink.

"No… no, no, no…"

He ripped open his shirt. Beneath the contorted reflection, a far more horrifying upper body was revealed in the mirror.

This body, too, was engorged with pulsating veins, and on his abdomen, a gaping wound writhed as if imbued with a life of its own.

Within this wound, a form resembling a nascent heart was visibly beating, burrowing ever deeper into his flesh at a pace perceptible to the naked eye.

"Ah!!!!" The Survivor unleashed a furious blow, his fist shattering the mirror. He then slumped against the wall, utterly spent. "Why… I don't want to die, not yet…"

Downstairs, the guard captain was observing the corridor in the direction the Survivor had vanished.

Abruptly, he turned his head and offered a smile to the bewildered guard. "You performed admirably. Proceed to my office; I have a task for you."

"Thank you, Captain!" The guard's face lit up with excitement, and he offered a crisp salute.

"We should expedite the investigation into Falcon and the Miracle Squad's intelligence…" the guard captain mused aloud, a peculiar smile playing on his lips.

"Yes," the guard responded, though he couldn't fathom the captain's sudden inclination to mention this specific matter.

He remained oblivious to the fact that as the guard captain turned away, a swollen vein pulsed conspicuously on his neck, resembling a venomous serpent undulating beneath his skin…

…

Concurrently, amidst the desolate ruins of the former Central Region Camp.

A solitary figure stumbled through a graveyard of corpses, intermittently stooping to shovel flesh and blood into his maw as if consuming coarse soil, utterly indifferent to the state of decay of his grisly sustenance.

Several other individuals were engaged in the identical, ghastly act.

Just then, a dark shape executed a sudden pass directly overhead.

Perceiving the interruption of sunlight, they all ceased their ravenous consumption, mechanically tilting their heads upwards to fixate on the ominous shadow.

The Zombie, disturbingly resembling a bat, scrutinized the gathered figures with its blood-red eyes before descending towards the foremost individual.

This particular figure continued to devour its sustenance with a vacant expression, though its eyes hadn't fully succumbed to the crimson hue. In essence, at this very moment, the individual retained a shred of their humanity.

"Having consumed so much, you still haven't completed your mutation?" the Zombie inquired, its voice a rasp as it beat its malformed, fleshy wings. "Not bad. Now go, devour them all."

Its directive pointed towards the other figures present, who, unlike the first, bore the unmistakable appearance of fully transformed Zombies.

A tremor ran through the first figure's body. After a brief moment of hesitation, a single word was forced out: "Companions..."

"Them? They are no longer your companions. You have a choice: be eaten by them, or eat them yourself," the Zombie snarled. A guttural growl followed, and the surrounding figures immediately shifted their gaze to the first figure.

"Companions..." the initial figure continued to mumble with a robotic cadence.

However, the other figures had already begun to emit zombie-like growls and charged towards him.

"Companions..." The first of the approaching figures seized the individual's arm and bit down with ferocious intensity.

"Ah!" A cry of agony erupted from the figure, tears streaming down its face. "No!!"