A person lay on the ground ahead, limbs still twitching reflexively, but the body long disemboweled. Several zombies surrounded him, tearing and biting the flesh of his arms and thighs, grabbing intestines and gulping them down, blood flowing everywhere.
A silver Camry sped past, and zombies sensing living flesh barely started to rise and chase, but the car had already disappeared.
The young man looked in the rearview mirror. On top of the prison building in the distance, an armed helicopter roared into the sky, crossing the devastated city towards the horizon of billowing black smoke.
He retracted his gaze, slightly adjusting the rearview mirror, and then saw something that made him pause.
Those were a pair of murky gray-white eyes.
Quietly sitting behind him.
The young man braked hard, turning back with a piercing friction sound. In the blind spot of the back seat, a seatbelt was strangling a little girl, perhaps two or three years old, with pigtails, holding a doll. Her face was completely black, mouth opening and closing, purple-red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth to her neck, staring directly at the young man, a bloodstained women’s bag discarded beside her.
The young man gently closed his eyes.
He could imagine the scene.
The husband unwilling to abandon his infected wife and daughter, driving to escape the city, ultimately bitten to death in the driver’s seat, with the zombified wife opening the back car door and escaping. He opened his eyes, raising his gun to aim at the zombie girl’s forehead, but couldn’t press the trigger. Zombies on the street crowded around the car, numbly hitting the windows with dull thuds. After a while, the young man lowered his gun, reached out to grab the girl’s neck, and with a crack, broke it. The body slumped softly in the back seat. He did not throw the little zombie out, silently looking at her for a moment before stepping on the gas and driving forward. A kilometer ahead, next to the parking building, the pharmacy’s yellow sign was particularly striking in the gunpowder smoke.
At the same moment, on the second floor of the parking lot. In the vast space, over a dozen cars riddled with bullet holes were scattered, dead limbs everywhere, alarms sounding intermittently. The stench of gunpowder and rotting flesh after intense battle strongly stimulated everyone’s nerves. “We’re surrounded by zombie hordes,” Yan Hao removed his telescope, hoarsely saying: “The back alley is a dead end, the front gate is blocked by a zombie tide, estimated at several hundred. Adjacent buildings are hospital, school, and supermarket pharmacy, classified as red-level danger zones, impossible to cross by hook, and ammunition is about to run out.
By a biochemical armored vehicle, several team members were quickly organizing equipment. Hearing this, they involuntarily turned to look at a certain silhouette. In the oppressive air, the moans and door-pounding from below became increasingly clear.
“Captain…” Yan Hao whispered. Zhou Rong leaned against a blood-stained wall, raising his head under everyone’s focused gaze without speaking.
“Pack up equipment, prepare to break out.” Zhou Rong stood up and walked nearby. Nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing an all-black protective suit, his face indiscernible against the backlight, only his low and stern voice audible. A team member suddenly stood up: “Rong Ge! Where are you going?!”
Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with half its body riddled with bullet holes, smashing the front window with one punch and finding a spare key from the glove compartment.
“I’ll draw the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking out, head southeast towards the shelter 30 kilometers in the city center.”
He started the car and released the handbrake, the sports car roaring to life: “Once I break free, I’ll meet up with you. If I haven’t returned before you arrive, the captain’s responsibility will be assumed by Yan Hao, and send a positioning signal to the base.”
“Captain!” Yan Hao roared, several team members standing up in disbelief: “No, Rong Ge!” “Stop!”
Zhou Rong poked his head out the window, narrowing his eyes: “Hm?”
When Zhou Rong wasn’t smiling, his features created a cold and domineering aura that was intimidating, with every angle of his eyebrows and slightly compressed pupils silently declaring “this person is tough.”
Years of intimidation made the team members reflexively choke. Just as Yan Hao lost control and stepped forward to say something, Zhou Rong extended a finger, an irresistible command that stopped him in his tracks.
Then Zhou Rong smiled – when he smiled, that aggressive aura disappeared, and instead showed a charming roguishness.
“You’re being girly,” he swept his gaze across his team members’ faces, laughing. “Wait for Rong-ge at the shelter.”
The team members gripped their assault rifles, looking at each other with despair in their eyes.
The sports car reversed with its lights on, crushing corpses and sliding into a neat U-turn.
“Wait… wait, Captain!”
Yan Hao stared out the window, suddenly seeing something, disbelieving: “Someone… someone’s here!”
At the parking lot entrance, countless zombies mechanically pounded the gate. On the road behind them, a silver Camry suddenly stopped, then reversed, rolling down its window.
The young man surveyed the eight-story building, every window shattered and splattered with blood, revealing nothing inside. Only a second-floor window facing the road showed someone prone, perhaps a panicked civilian who had fled inside during the outbreak.
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!
