Zhou Rong shrugged in agreement with Yan Hao: “And look at him, he doesn’t seem capable of making his own decisions. If we can’t find suppressants, we’ll just arrange an Alpha for him. The main thing is not to attract a zombie tide… Actually, Xiangzi isn’t a bad option.” Guo Weixiang was on guard nearby, so Zhou Rong’s last sentence was spoken very softly. Si Nan picked up the thirty-kilogram ammunition box with one hand, expressionlessly opened it, and turned it over. Countless magazines spilled out, hitting the two Alphas until they cried out in pain. Si Nan placed the empty box on Zhou Rong’s head, clapped his hands, and walked away. From that day on, Si Nan refused to sleep in the same car as Zhou Rong, moving his bedding to another vehicle. Yan Hao was somewhat pleased and also moved to the other car. However, just after lying down for a few minutes, Si Nan turned and saw him, got up to pack his bedding, and left again. Si Nan, hugging his pillow, wandered around the camp and, under the close watch of Zhou Rong and Yan Hao through the car windows, buried himself in the tour bus.
This journey cutting across half the country’s territory had finally reached its dangerous stage.
“We have no chance of driving to the pier,” Zhou Rong said with a grass root between his teeth, tracing lines on a tattered map found along the way. “Guangdong is too densely populated… When I was in military school, my bunkmate was a Guangdong guy, a good person, but I’ve always suspected he might be related to the disappearance of our Fujian classmate…
“So let’s not experience Guangdong zombies firsthand. Here—” he pointed to Changsha on the map, “we can try searching for aviation equipment around the city outskirts, preferably a private helicopter company. Fly directly to the South China Sea and then send a close-range positioning signal to the base.”
Yan Hao and Chun Cao gathered around the map.
“Where would we find a private helicopter company?” Chun Cao asked.
“We can try our luck near the airport.”
“Should we split up again?”
“Yeah, as usual, I’ll take one group… No,” Zhou Rong paused, muttering, “Yan Hao isn’t fully recovered.”
