At this time, through the corpse doll’s eyes, Ronan could vaguely make out the scene inside the car.


    The figures within the darkened vehicle were blurry and motionless.


    As he moved around the front of the car, he saw that the front and rear doors were severely deformed from the crash and could no longer be opened.


    Several windows were shattered, but none provided an escape route. Ronan controlled the corpse doll to smash one of them completely and crawled inside.


    The smell hit him hard. Though he only sensed it through the doll, Ronan still grimaced at the overwhelming stench.


    A sickening blend of blood and rot filled the air, making him want to gag.


    As the corpse doll entered, its foot landed on a corpse, and Ronan froze in shock as he looked down. Despite the decay, the corpse’s swollen face clearly displayed a pair of red eyes. It was evident that this person had become a zombie before dying.


    No one had escaped, and no one had entered. Had this zombie starved to death?


    Ronan quickly directed the corpse doll deeper into the car but soon noticed something was off.


    Bloodstains and torn clothes were scattered throughout the interior, suggesting that someone had mutated and started a massacre. But the zombies lying around were all mutated, and Ronan could see that their skulls had been violently ripped open.


    Who had done this?


    Ronan felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was trying to process the scene, a black shadow suddenly leaped from behind a seat. It was fast—like a cheetah pouncing on its prey—and attacked the corpse doll from behind.


    The shadow moved with deadly speed and precision. Though it wasn’t overwhelmingly strong, it had already struck the back skull of the corpse by the time Ronan sensed it.


    In an instinctive move, Ronan made the corpse doll fall back and pin the shadow to the ground.


    But at the same time, the back skull of the corpse was scratched, and blood immediately gushed out.


    "Fu*k... This hand is like a knife!" Ronan cursed, felt distressed after finally raising such a young and powerful corpse puppet. At the same time, he was terrified of the shadow now under his control.


    He controlled the corpse to press the shadow''s neck with his elbow, and strangled the shadow''s wrist with his other hand, while climbing up with the help of the force and trying to subdue it.


    But just as he stood up, the shadow’s other hand stabbed into the soft abdomen of the corpse.


    The corpse felt no pain, but Ronan''s expression shifted to one of distress and complicated.


    To be exact, at the moment when the shadow attacked again, Ronan had already prepared to counterattack, but when he saw the shadow''s appearance clearly, his heart skipped a beat.


    “Eva…”


    The shadow on the ground, one hand still buried in the corpse’s belly, was none other than the person Ronan had been searching for—Eva.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    He had made countless assumptions, but never imagined he would find her in this condition.


    After mutating, Eva’s once-beautiful eyes had turned blood-red, but her expression was oddly calm and cold, far less twisted than that of a typical zombie.


    Ronan stood frozen, momentarily lost in the sight of her. But when Eva yanked her hand from the corpse’s intestines, snapping him out of his daze, Ronan''s heart raced.


    Her small hands looked the same as before, but now her nails were impossibly sharp, and her fingers were strong enough to tear through flesh—an sign that she was no ordinary zombie.


    Moreover, regular zombies never attacked their own kind. As Ronan observed the wreckage inside the car, it clicked—after the humans were consumed, the remaining zombies fought each other to survive, and Eva, who had somehow endured, seemed to have gone through a bizarre evolution beyond typical zombies....


    While Ronan was processing this, Eva had already pulled the intestines from the corpse, splashing blood all over herself.


    The scent of fresh blood seemed to push her into a frenzy. Her eyes became even redder, and her strength surged. She grabbed the corpse doll’s arm and tossed it aside.


    Before the doll even hit the ground, Eva was already on it, clutching its neck with both hands.


    Her movements were quicker and more fluid than any ordinary zombie. Ronan barely had time to react before she overpowered him.


    As the pressure on the corpse doll’s neck increased, the instinct of the corpse puppet was suddenly aroused, and Ronan felt his mind clouding,—his connection to the doll was slipping.


    At last, Ronan snapped out of his shock of meeting Eva again. He realized that Eva’s current state was, in part, his responsibility…


    As he struggled to regain control of the corpse doll, a bold idea flashed through Ronan’s mind.


    Since the zombie virus had infected Eva, and judging by her appearance, the virus inside her seemed to have mutated, perhaps there was a way to cure her...


    Though the chances were slim, Ronan was determined to try if there was even the slightest possibility.


    With that thought, Ronan concentrated hard, forcing the corpse doll to lock eyes with Eva. As he focused his mind, Eva’s head appeared to transform into a glowing orb in his vision.


    But the color of orb is different from that of ordinary zombies. The zombies have lost their rationality due to the virus and are acting on instinct. Therefore, theirs'' orbs representing their spiritual world was completely static and blurred. But Eva’s orb was much brighter, tinged with a faint red hue.


    What does this mean?


    But this situation didn''t allow Ronan to get distracted. He tried his best to focus on Eva''s orb, attempting to probe deeper.


    It was different from the usual zombie response. Despite never encountering resistance by ordinary zombies before, Ronan felt a slight force pushing back from Eva, weak but unmistakable. His heart skipped a beat.


    Could it be that Eva had regained some semblance of thought? But looking at her, that didn’t seem possible…


    After a great deal of effort, Ronan finally managed to assert control over Eva. His body drenched in sweat, he noticed that the corpse doll had been completely strangled in the process.


    As he cautiously guided Eva to stand, an unfamiliar emotion swept over him—a desire emanating from Eva''s spiritual world. She seemed drawn to something in the back of the corpse doll’s head…


    Before, Ronan had never sensed any emotional fluctuations from the corpse doll, as it had no needs beyond basic instinct.


    But this time, he felt it from Eva, which left him confused and surprised. Since the mutation can produce desire, then if it continues to mutate, maybe it can regain its sanity!


    With this thought in mind, Ronan controlled Eva to pierce the back of the corpse doll’s skull. Following the pull of this new desire, Eva quickly retrieved a small, gelatinous mass from its brain.


    It looked like an infected part of the brain tissue—reddish, a little elastic, rubbery to the touch.


    After inspecting it over and over for a moment, Ronan suppressed his nausea and placed the substance in Eva’s mouth.


    Instantly, a wave of heat rose from the abdomen and spread through her body, strengthening her frail form in seconds.


    Ronan hadn’t expected this strange gel to have such an effect. Could it be that swallowing this had caused Eva’s mutation?


    After guiding Eva out of the car and back to his hideout, Ronan finally stood face-to-face with her.


    Looking at Eva''s blood-spattered body, pale face, and strange eyes that were almost bright red, Ronan felt mixed emotions.


    Although Eva gave people the feeling that she was emitting cold air all over her body and was extremely dangerous at first glance, the familiar face made Ronan feel a little dazed.


    He couldn’t help himself; he reached out to wipe the blood from Eva’s face. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to help you recover.”