The parking lot’s electronic gate was locked, but under the zombies’ endless pounding, the hollow iron door was already bending inward – breakthrough was just a matter of time.
He looked toward the wide-open pharmacy nearby, where a few zombie male students in middle school uniforms limped aimlessly, likely escapees from a nearby school’s infection outbreak.
Though temporarily amnesiac from over-stimulation, head impact, or other reasons, he retained basic knowledge. He needed pheromone suppressants to disguise himself as a Beta and could definitely rush into the pharmacy while survivors were drawing away the zombie horde.
But the fragile electronic iron gate wouldn’t hold for more than a few minutes.
And what if zombies flooded in after he entered the pharmacy?
The young man took a deep breath, his gaze falling on a motorcycle crashed into a tree twenty meters away. After silently counting to three, he suddenly pushed open the car door.
The motorcycle’s roar suddenly echoed through the street.
On the parking lot’s second floor, Yan Hao’s voice was soft: “This person…”
“Is he… drawing away the zombie horde for us?”
Rong Zhou strode closer, taking the binoculars to look at the street. In the lens, the young man straddled a motorcycle, his face and neck completely covered by a helmet, leather jacket zipped to his chin.
More and more zombies were attracted by the sound, stopping their pounding and clustering toward the motorcycle.
Just as zombies were about to swarm the motorcycle, the number at the parking lot entrance had reduced to under thirty. The motorcyclist raised his left arm, signaling upward.
“Yan Hao, start the car!” Rong Zhou suddenly threw down the binoculars, raising his rifle to aim, shouting, “Everyone in the vehicle, prepare to break through!”
Gunshots rang out, shattering glass, and the nearest zombie heads in the distance exploded.
It seemed like a signal to begin. The motorcycle roared to life and charged forward!
“Go go go, hurry!” “Quickly!
Team members rapidly jumped into the armored vehicle. Yan Hao steered with one hand and ejected his magazine out the window. Rong Zhou, as if with eyes in the back of his head, grabbed the magazine without looking back, loaded it with a click, and positioned the gun barrel on the windowsill, unleashing ammunition!
