Tang Hao fought and retreated, not looking back, his left hand sweeping down sharply: “Go!”
The soldiers quickly retreated through the safe corridor. In the last moment of crossing the threshold, Tang Hao’s gaze moved from the zombies’ horrific faces to the floor-to-ceiling window—
On the street filled with zombies, ruins, and abandoned vehicles, the silver Camry cut through like an arrow through bloody waves, quickly disappearing at the street’s fiery end.
Tang Hao retracted his gaze, kicked the safe corridor door shut, trapping the zombies in the hall. As the soldiers rushed to the roof, he sharply caught a hint of something, his throat bobbing on his sturdy neck.
—That was the sweet, tempting Omega pheromone coming from his camouflage sleeve.
“Colonel?” the soldier asked.
Tang Hao climbed the stairs two steps at a time, pointing his gun at the blood stains on his sleeve: “After returning to base, extract the DNA and cross-reference it with the city’s population registration database. I want to know the identity background of this Omega.” His subordinate nodded.
★ Chapter 2
When the apocalypse arrived, densely populated cities instantly became hell, with crashed vehicles, rolling smoke and flames on both sides of the streets, zombies wandering back and forth, and scattered corpses covering the roads.
Stores stood with open doors, broken glass everywhere, shelves as if swept by a tornado, walls splattered with blood and black-red handprints.
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.
