At that mont,
the look on Qiu Bing’s face, who was in the passenger seat, changed drastically when she saw a huge zombie among the zombie horde in the distance.
"An Evolutionary Zombie has appeared—it’s that big one."
She exclaid in shock.
Ma Weiyan, who was stepping on the accelerator, turned pale. "No way..."
He knew the terror of that kind of zombie all too well—they were like rampaging vandals who possessed imnse strength, practically bulldozers. When they had initially fled from the shelter, several sedans were violently overturned by such zombies, utterly unstoppable.
A nervous Ma Weiyan grabbed the walkie-talkie, "Bro... brothers, there’s a big zombie ahead."
"You’re kidding." The survivors in the bus behind expressed their horror, clearly frightened as well.
Ma Weiyan continued into the walkie-talkie, "Yes, you heard right, Qiu Bing and I collided, be aware of the situation, seize the opportunity to escape as soon as you can. We are both ready to sacrifice ourselves, do not attempt to rescue us, or none of us will make it out."
In the calst tone, he spoke of the most dreadful outco.
The other side fell silent, then after a mont, a deep voice ca through the walkie-talkie, "Understood."
In this apocalyptic world, they had grown from helpless to resilient, from safeguarding to taking responsibility—a transformation of the mind. They had co to understand a concept they had once only read about in books or seen on television, a concept hard to grasp...
Sacrifice.
Ma Weiyan hadn’t read many books and usually just liked watching novels, beauties, and TV dramas, especially those about the resistance wars. He would only nod in acknowledgnt at the self-sacrifice seen on screen, feeling a deep respect.
But he found it hard to comprehend the mindset of being ready to sacrifice, and why one would have such a belief.
Now he understood. After enduring the cruelty and despair of the apocalypse, he grasped what it felt like to be ready to sacrifice—it was a longing for and pursuit of hope for the future, and when the mont ca that required sacrifice, it was only natural to step forward without hesitation.
"Qiu Bing, get ready, this creature will definitely crash into our front, trying to flip our vehicle over. Aim for its head."
Ma Weiyan reminded her.
Not far away, a Powerful Zombie roared, swinging its thick arms, swatting normal zombies out of its way, and charging headlong toward the truck with heavy steps.
Boom!
A violent collision.
It shook their heads. Even though the windows were covered with iron sh, the glass had already cracked, and as they fiercely pressed on the accelerator, the truck wrestled with the Powerful Zombie, the tires screeching against the ground, casting up thick smoke.
Qiu Bing, holding a gun, fired at the Powerful Zombie in front of them, rat-a-tat-tat... The bullets hit the Powerful Zombie, especially aiming for the head, but more normal zombies climbed up, trying to break through the iron sh to pull out the flesh inside.
"Damn it."
Ma Weiyan, stepping on the accelerator, sprayed bullets around, the situation was very dangerous.
Suddenly,
a panicked voice ca through the walkie-talkie.
"Fuck, there’s a zombie on top of our vehicle."
At that mont,
behind them, on the bus,
a Speed-type Zombie managed to climb onto the roof of the bus. Its limbs were no longer feet and fingers, but had evolved into at spikes, seemingly blunt but fiercely stabbing into the tallic roof, creating a hole with a sound.
The children’s screams.
"Get down, get down..." Xiaoliu, who could only smoke butts, shouted, making the children duck, then raised the submachine gun and wildly fired at the roof, cursing while he did, "Damn, damn, fighting , I even dare to blow myself up in gas, and you think I’d be afraid of this thing, fuck..."
When engulfed by nervous fear and anxiety, swearing could express the fear and transform it into bravery and strength.
Thud!
In an instant,
the at spike pierced through the roof right in front of him, just a fist’s distance away. Had he been slightly closer just now, that at spike would have pierced through his head.
His eyes widened in fright.
anwhile, he saw thick blood slowly dripping down from the hole in the roof; he knew the zombie was wounded, but not fatally—in zombies, anything short of a headshot was almost futile.
The at spike that had pierced in was attempting to rip apart the roof.
"Fuck, like I’d let you do that?"
Xiaoliu, his face red with anger, roared.
Thinking about the situation just now.
Xiaoliu didn’t even think as he knelt on one knee, aid the gun at the roof, and continued firing, worried the spike would fall again—if he wasn’t careful, it really could pierce through his head.
The young man, used to playing gas, was quick-witted; even in real-life danger, he could instantly think of a good strategy to counter it, knowing well that the opponent’s spike could pierce the brain, yet naively offering himself to it.
More and more zombies gathered around them.
The sound of gunfire, drawing even more zombies.
Inside the truck.
"It’s over, completely over; our journey of survival in this apocalyptic world has co to an end," Ma Weiyan despaired as he pulled the trigger, but there were no bullets left.
Qiu Bing also ran out of bullets, and the zombies before them remained in overwhelming numbers.
The Powerful Zombie they had shot dead, its head had exploded from the gunfire, yet its massive body blocked the front of their vehicle, immovable.
They shook their heads.
Having co this far was already their greatest effort, continually striving to survive, yet the zombies in the apocalypse were so dreadful, unimaginably so.
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