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.
