Due to his advantageous position, the store's entrance and the roadside billboards provided good cover for Derick. The two n across the street didn't notice him.
Crouching down, he relied on the billboard and the vehicles on the road to conceal himself, slowly crossing over from the other side of the street, quietly trailing behind the two n.
"Bro, I told you, there's a gun here. That cop earlier didn't make it in ti and got bitten by the zombies," one of the n said.
"Yeah, yeah, well done. With a gun in our hands, aren't we invincible in this apocalypse?" the other man replied, lowering his voice.
Behind them, Derick rolled his eyes in exasperation. In less than two minutes, the two n successfully reached the location of the deceased police officer. They searched his body and quickly found the desired firearms, as well as a baton.
Excitedly clutching the guns in their hands, the two brothers trembled with joy, imagining their reign and dominance in this apocalypse. Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Before they could turn around, a crackling sound filled the air as Derick, wearing a sinister smile, jabbed them with a stun baton.
Soon, the two n's bodies trembled, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, it was a concrete surface, and their fall wasn't noticeable.
"You two idiots..." Derick pried open their fingers and successfully obtained the firearm, a standard-issue police pistol, Type 54. It had great power and a long range, truly a valuable find.
Having played with firearms in the club before, Derick was not unfamiliar with them. Though not highly skilled, he quickly familiarized himself with the usage.
The magazine contained four bullets, but Derick also found two additional magazines on the dead officer, each loaded with seven 7.62mm rounds. It seed the SWAT officer hadn't fired a shot before being overwheld by the swarming zombies.
Derick was quite satisfied with his haul. Not only did he acquire a powerful weapon, but more importantly, he now had so bait to lure the zombies away. He had been worried about how to divert the zombies from this street just a mont ago.
To prevent them from making noise, Derick used the scattered clothes nearby to gag the mouths of the two n. Then, using the butt of the gun, he knocked them back into consciousness.
"Mmm... Ahh," the two n woke up, opened their eyes, and saw Derick. They tried to speak but were silenced by the gag.
"Don't move, don't make a sound, unless you want to die," Derick said coldly, aiming the gun at the two n. They saw the dark barrel and imdiately shut their mouths, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"Good, don't speak loudly, don't move. Listen to . Do you understand? If you understand, nod your heads," Derick spoke to the two n, watching as they nodded in compliance. He then removed the cloth from their mouths.
Without giving them ti to think, Derick pointed towards a black motorcycle not far away. "You two, go and start that motorcycle, head in that direction," he pointed towards the other side of the street.
"No... that's not possible," fear imdiately appeared in the eyes of the two n. They weren't foolish; they knew that making noise would alert the zombies.
The distance was relatively short, just over a hundred ters, and with the chaotic ss of cars scattered across the road, it would be difficult to maneuver.
Moreover, motorcycles are loud, and once started, they would quickly be noticed by the nearby zombies.
"You two don't have a chance to negotiate with ..." Derick sneered, pointing the gun at them.
"This is your death wish," Derick said coldly as the two n shook their heads in fear, refusing to comply.
"Heh, then you can choose to be shot dead by now, or choose to drive the motorcycle and run," Derick's expression was indifferent. What did he care about these two n's lives?
Not to ntion these two, even if more people died, as long as they could divert the attention of the zombies, it would be worth it. In Derick's eyes, apart from his sister, everyone else could go and die. It was a habit he developed since childhood, exacerbated by the apocalypse.
If it weren't for the concern of attracting zombies with too much noise, Derick would have already acted and shown them what cruelty ant. With the sight of the dark barrel right in front of them, the two brothers reluctantly approached the motorcycle.
Soon, the motorcycle was started, and the buzzing noise of the engine attracted the nearby horde of zombies. They clawed and stumbled towards the source of the sound.
At that mont, the two brothers had no choice but to focus on the motorcycle. They quickly climbed on, and the elder brother urged the younger one, "Drive, hurry!"
anwhile, Derick had rushed into a nearby milk tea shop. Before long, a large group of zombies clamored and headed towards the other side of the street.
Though these zombies moved clumsily, their running speed was not slow. They quickly caught up to the center of the street.
With a loud bang, the motorcycle skidded due to its excessive speed and crashed into a small car in the middle of the road. The two n were thrown off, landing in disarray.
When they managed to get up from the ground, the zombies were less than 20 ters away. The brothers frantically started to flee, their desperation evident. However, they were hindered by their injuries from the previous fall, struggling to move efficiently.
As the zombies approached, the brothers ran as if they wished they had been born with two extra legs. Just as the younger brother took a large step, the elder brother suddenly shoved him, causing him to lose his balance and crash heavily to the ground.
"Fuck you..." he quickly realized what happened and angrily cursed at his elder brother. However, this montary delay allowed the horde of zombies to catch up.
These zombies had no reservations when it ca to fresh flesh delivered right to their doorstep. One of them swiftly bit into the man's shoulder, savoring the warm, bloody morsel. Excited, the zombie let out a howl of delight after tasting the delicious flesh.
anwhile, the man lying on the ground had lost the strength to speak. The swarming zombies quickly devoured him, leaving nothing behind.
The surviving elder brother was on the verge of wetting himself. Although he had pushed his younger brother down, buying himself a bit of ti, not even five seconds had passed before his brother's screams were drowned out by the horde of zombies.
At that mont, Derick, who was observing the situation, saw that the two n had diverted the majority of the zombies' attention. Only a few remaining zombies caught his scent and rushed towards the milk tea shop.
"Good, eight of them. I can handle that," Derick, with a backpack on his back, dashed out of the shop. The two clumsy zombies failed to catch him and were easily evaded by Derick's swift movents.
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