Si Nan had no other method, praying for the girl’s digestive function while continuously squeezing blood. Soon unable to extract more from his ring finger, he switched to his pinky, then to the ring finger of his other hand. The infant sucked on his fingertip, like nursing from a mother’s breast, gradually calming down, showing a hint of docility.
Blood at least had some nutrition and could temporarily stave off hunger, but continuous feeding was impossible. Si Nan feared the child might develop gastroenteritis from bacteria on his hands, so he carefully licked his fingers clean before each feeding.
Five-thirty in the morning.
The night slightly receded, the sky dim. Looking down from the top of the building, the zombie mountain and sea from last night became slightly clearer, the devastated factory area revealing a hazy outline.
Si Nan’s consciousness grew fuzzy. He shivered, pulling the infant closer to his body.
Would Zhou Rong come back?
Actually, he wasn’t very confident.
Zhou Rong’s motivation for returning was hardly convincing, but reasons not to return were plentiful.
He must deliver the anti-virus documents and serum to the South China Sea, lead his team to protect two vehicles of survivors, and as a special forces squadron leader, could save more civilians in the future.
But he was Zhou Rong.
He was that Zhou Rong who laughed and scolded, who moved forward with hope in this dark world, whom everyone in the team would follow with their lives.
Si Nan exhaled a long white breath, looking up and scanning the zombie ocean.
This was a motion he had repeated countless times in the past hour, but this time, his gaze suddenly stopped.
At the end of the distant highway, blindingly bright headlights suddenly appeared, approaching with a roaring engine. Zombies had no time to avoid being ground into the chassis, a road of rotting flesh and crushed bones stretching endlessly behind the vehicle.
The vehicle headed directly toward the isolated fertilizer factory surrounded by zombies, then the window lowered, revealing a shoulder-mounted mortar—
Boom!
Where the shell landed, the zombie horde exploded, countless undead torn and flung into the air!
