Yunfeng barely had a second to breathe. he stood up trembling and gazed at the trash bin.
The zombies were getting smarter, nastier. One of them had hoisted itself halfway over the dumpster like it had remembered what climbing was. Another had figured out how to stack its rotting friends to reach higher ground.
He stood up with a sharp breath, wiping his face. "Shit…"
His eyes darted across the alley, scanning through the smoke and shadows—and then he spotted it. Near the other end of the alley, leaning against a busted railing, was a rusty old motorbike.
Yunfeng dashed over and dragged it toward the group, grunting from the weight. Jai narrowed his eyes. "That thing doesn't work."
"I know," Yunfeng muttered, kneeling beside it. He pulled out a metal rod and smashed the side of the fuel tank until it cracked, leaking out gasoline like tears.
"Then what are you doing?"
