Zhou Rong parked the armored car at the suburban helicopter field; if he went now, he might still make it to the South China Sea.
“Sorry…” Si Nan whispered, pausing, then muttered to himself: “Wait for me.”
He pushed open the door, shivered, and walked out of the rental room with uneven steps.
Bang bang bang bang! Zhou Rong could no longer remember how many times he had pulled the trigger, using the heavy firepower of an assault rifle to barely impede the zombie horde’s advance, and then seizing the opportunity to leap onto walls or tree trunks, relying on mid-air routes to gain a slim chance of survival. Fortunately, fate had always been watching over him, never letting him truly fall into a desperate situation.
“Thank you, humanity’s great invention—preservatives,” Zhou Rong said self-mockingly, squatting on the wall and quickly consuming two bread rolls, carefully wrapping the remaining two and tucking them into his chest.
He stood up holding the tree trunk, no longer looking at the zombie claws swarming just centimeters below, jumped from the wall onto the roof, and quickly walked toward the main street. If Si Nan could regain his senses, there was a high probability he would leave the city center during the day and head to the airport highway where they had previously separated—even if he felt disappointed about being abandoned by the 118 Squad, he would still try to search for remaining supplies in the armored vehicle or pry open a helicopter to fly to the South China Sea. But now, he should still be in the city. Zhou Rong surveyed the surrounding environment, his gaze fixed on the top of a nearby office building, calculating the feasibility of collecting fuel and lighting a signal smoke. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. “Not much, just a hit,” Zhou Rong thought: “At most two.” This gave him infinite motivation. Zhou Rong leaped, climbed from the rooftop to the tree branches by the sidewalk, then jumped to the ground, sprinting away before the zombie horde could react. · Crash! Si Nan lifted the overturned shelf, disappointedly finding nothing edible, only trash and miscellaneous items. The city was completely looted by refugees, and the survivors stranded in the city center searched multiple times.
