"I’m going." The three of them widened their mouths, not amazed by the bravery of the person driving the "bulldozer," but by the sheer size of the "bulldozer" itself. Its body was five or six tis larger than an ordinary truck, easily occupying the double-lane road below. The enormous tires were taller than a one-story building, making it difficult even for a Level 4 zombie to withstand. The zombies tried to stop this "bulldozer," but under the imnse driving force of this giant, not only did they fail, but they were also crushed into minced at by its steel-plated wheels!
In front of the vehicle was a huge roller, inside which the blade-full rotor was spinning, grinding the zombies in front into paste, spraying out fragnts from the back. The stench of black liquid splattered everywhere. Yet, zombies are zombies. Even after being churned in the at grinder, so still survived, persistently chasing with their tentacles or remaining limbs.
The three recognized this "bulldozer." Its na was "Scavenger."
This behemoth was very popular in the later stages of the apocalypse. Its initial purpose was to clean up zombie corpses. At that ti, there weren’t many human survivor bases, and many were re-established in desolate cities. But to build a survivor base in a wasteland city, the first problem was clearing out the zombies inside. After each cleanup operation, the streets full of corpses needed this machine for handling. At a certain mont, soone realized that the "Scavenger" was also quite effective against waves of zombies. So before establishing survivor bases, "Scavengers" were massively deployed for cleanup operations.
But the world’s rules are like this, everything has its ti limit, and "Scavenger" is no exception. As the apocalypse progressed, the strength of zombies increased. Known and unknown zombie mother nests produced large numbers of zombies, and over ti, the overall strength of zombies grew. The effectiveness of the "Scavenger" against zombie hordes diminished, leading to its obsolescence. Today, it’s rare to see these machines, with only a few black market dealers having them.
As an obsolete machine, its capabilities were clearly limited. Moreover, the zombie horde it faced was unlike any before. Soon, under the siege of a large number of Level 4 zombies, the massive "Scavenger" was forcibly halted. One by one, Level 4 zombies jumped on. The driver inside sensed danger and opened the door. The first thing in view was the hideous and terrifying face of a zombie!
Swish! Whirr~
In the panic, the soldier inside raised his laser weapon and shot. The zombie’s head in front of the door was pierced through, and in the next mont, the soldier kicked it off. But one Level 4 zombie was downed, and more pressed in. The soldier inside was unlucky; as he just leaned out, he was forced back by the oncoming horde.
The cramped driver’s seat made it impossible for him to stretch his limbs. All he could do was shoot madly at the zombies appearing at the door. But there were simply too many zombies. Quickly, a tentacle snaked inside, grabbing the soldier’s foot, pulling him down forcefully, snapping his ankle with a burst of power. He scread in agony, but in the next instant, he was overwheld by the tidal wave of zombies.
There was more than one person inside. Ghost Head and his group watched as the zombies dragged four people out from the vehicle, only stopping then. In the darkness, they couldn’t see the scene of blood and flesh splattering, only that the soldiers were quickly torn to pieces amidst the raging zombies, each becoming part of a different zombie’s al.
After the four were dead, with no bloody scent to attract them, the frenzied zombies finally cald down, dispersing in different directions. The street was left blocked by that "Scavenger." If anyone happened to pass by here, would they be filled with despair upon seeing such a giant?
The three on the office building shared a glance. At that mont, the sa thought popped into their minds: could they leave Sanctuary City using this Scavenger?
This indeed seed possible, but the thought rely flashed through their minds. Why? Because now wasn’t the ti to implent this idea. With so many zombies down below, if they tried, they might end up like those soldiers!
The three gradually returned to the living room, leaving only Yong standing outside looking at the silent night sky. He seed curious about everything outside, and they didn’t disturb him. After sitting back on the sofa, the three of them felt lost. Wu Zhixiong wasn’t sure if he could successfully escape alive. In this chaotic Sanctuary City, his life seed too fragile. He had no confidence, nor luck, to keep living. Fear gripped his heart, fear of whatever he might encounter next, leading him not to know what to do, seemingly only capable of fleeing instinctively as a human when chased by zombies!
As for Brother Shi and Ghost Head, they weren’t sure if they should leave. They rembered why they returned to Sanctuary City during the day. Was it a belly full of anger or a burning passion?
Ti had passed, and they could admit it was impulsiveness then. Seeing so much death has reawoken the fear of death within them as creatures. But leaving like this would it desecrate the decisions made before, despite it being a mont of impulsion?
Yet, staying here to die in vain, is that the answer to their impulsion?
They needed to do sothing to prove themselves, but they didn’t know what they could do with their current abilities.
In the living room, silence lingered for a long ti. Ghost Head beca restless, walking out to stand beside Yong, fed up with the sour air inside, opting for so fresh air. However, even the air was filled with a nauseating stench!
"Hey, Yong, if we were to leave here, what’s the first thing you’d do?"
Perhaps unable to find an answer in his heart, he tried seeking one from Yong. In the living room, Wu Zhixiong and Brother Shi turned their gaze over upon hearing his voice.
Yong looked at him and then began to think seriously.
"What to do... I don’t know what I’d do. I think I should go back to where I belong..."
"Where you belong? What place?"
"I don’t know. If your question is philosophical, I don’t think I can answer it. If you can’t figure it out, I probably can’t either." Saying this, Yong smiled, and in Ghost Head’s eyes, his every word and action seed all the more humane.
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