The firelight was like a brilliant firework in the night, pushing forward against the overwhelming zombie tide. Gunsmoke and artillery fire, the headlights like a blade from the end of the long night, cutting through the sea of death and flesh, unstoppable between heaven and earth.
The transmitter’s other end was fixed on the car roof by Zhou Rong using a high-pressure magnetic base, with the rope connecting to the top of a ten-story building, creating a bridge of life under the vast sky. Si Nan rebounded the baby to his back with a cloth strip, asking Chun Cao: “You first or me first?”
Chun Cao was searching the room for rope to tie up Doctor Zheng: “You!”
Si Nan took a deep breath, patted the baby’s bottom, and whispered: “May your mother bless you, please don’t fall.” He then tightened his tactical gloves and leaped into the air, grabbing the rope.
The wind howled, lifting his sideburns, and his coat billowed, descending thirty meters at lightning speed. Zhou Rong knelt on one knee to stabilize his center of gravity and caught Si Nan in his arms!
Zhou Rong: “Good!”
The falling force made them both lie down on the car roof, with Si Nan pressing on Zhou Rong, their faces just centimeters apart.
The sea of zombies retreated like defeated soldiers, the remaining artillery fire slowly rising, gunpowder smoke spreading towards the distant sky, all reflected in Zhou Rong’s smiling eyes. At that moment, they gazed into each other’s eyes, and Si Nan lowered his head to touch Zhou Rong’s lips.
It was a kiss that lasted but an instant.
The vast, gloomy world froze at that moment, breaking into countless fragments, scattering in the wind.
Chun Cao trembled: “In broad daylight, under the clear sky, have they… have they forgotten about us?”
Doctor Zheng urged: “Quick, let’s leave while Zhou’s team hasn’t retrieved the rope!”
Chun Cao came to her senses, tightening the rope, afraid it wouldn’t support an adult’s weight. She signaled Doctor Zheng to hold onto her shoulders and back, not wanting him to fall from mid-air if the bedsheet fabric broke.
Doctor Zheng hesitated: “Maybe I should…”
“No nonsense, hold tight,” Chun Cao laughed.
