You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 50 The Person Hidden in the Shadows

"Tiger Bro, that kid seems to have noticed us!"

The man's tone was sowhat panicked, his body thin as a rail as he hid beneath the window, his sunken eye sockets holding a pair of bloodshot eyes.

He turned to look at the burly man on the ground, a flicker of fear flashing through his gaze.

"Fuck, really?"

"The zombies didn't eat them?"

Upon hearing these words, the burly man hurriedly scrambled up from the ground, his expression growing stern.

The man shook his head subconsciously.

Images from monts before flashed through his mind.

Dozens of zombies had surged towards those few individuals like a tide, but in the blink of an eye, another wave of zombies had herded them all into the train car.

Then he saw the young man jump down from the vehicle and open the rear door of the car.

The thing that filled him with utter terror happened.

They had actually stopped moving!

Even though that man was standing right at the door of the car!

The zombies ignored the prey before them as if they were robots whose power had suddenly been cut off, motionless!

Not only that, but a zombie even ran out from the horde!

Then it started moving bricks with a few workers?

That mont was inexplicably absurd.

The man even doubted if he had seen it wrong.

Or perhaps, under too much pressure, had he actually gone insane without realizing it?

But when the young man suddenly looked this way, he snapped back to full alertness and hastily lowered the cardboard he had lifted to peer through the window to hide.

"Are you saying that he seems able to control those man-eating zombies?"

It was already the third ti Tiger Bro had asked the sa question.

Yet the shock in his eyes had not dissipated.

How was this possible?

Life isn't a movie, could there really be a protagonist with a built-in system that leaps out of the blue?

If that were the case, what about himself?

Cannon fodder A?

Bystander B?

Or the foreman nad Ding who got stomped to death by the protagonist?

No matter what, it seed they couldn't stay here any longer; they had to get the brothers and leave quickly.

"Monkey."

"You didn't see it wrong, did you?"

"Have you been scared by those motherfucking dogs recently?"

The speaker had an honest look and seed like a farr who had just returned from working the fields.

Yet his gaze held a strangely fierce countenance.

This man was nad Du Chao.

And the man crouched next to the window on watch, he was the Monkey referred to in his speech, whose real na was Hou Daping.

"No, no,"

"My eyesight is really good."

"If it weren't for my lack of height, I'd have joined the army long ago."

As Hou Daping spoke, he secretly lifted the cardboard to take another peek outside, only to discover that the five people who had been standing near the entrance of the construction site just a mont ago had vanished into thin air!

Only three vehicles, two large and one small, remained parked by the roadside.

"Huh, where are they?"

He beca a little curious.

Tiger Bro, still sitting on the ground, hastily asked, "What's wrong, sothing happened outside?"

The few n in the living room all tensed up imdiately.

It couldn't be that those people had co back, could it?

Even in Du Chao's eyes, a flicker of panic appeared, but it was quickly overco by ferocity:

"Fuck!"

"We'll fight them!"

"If they won't let live, I won't make it easy for them either!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the shovel from the ground, spat on it, and headed outside.

"Wait a minute!"

Tiger Bro suddenly raised his hand.

His gaze was fixed intently on the entrance to the staircase outside.

Everyone, startled by his action, imdiately grew tense, scrambling to find weapons around them.

Steel pipes.

Sledgehamrs.

There was even soone holding a buzzing electric saw.

Hou Daping was so scared that his whole body started to tremble, gripping the rebar with a hand that shook incessantly like soone with Parkinson's.

Brother Hu's face darkened as he looked around, and the man beside him imdiately understood his intent, tiptoeing quietly to the corners on both sides of the stairwell entrance.

The others also found places to hide, simply pricking up their ears to listen.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The sounds from the staircase grew clearer.

The disorderly footsteps made the people hiding in the darkness involuntarily hold their breath.

Those coming up were definitely not just one person.

It was a group.

Who was it?

The sounds got closer.

But then they suddenly stopped at a position near the stairwell entrance.

A pair of eyes hidden in the dim corners couldn't help but grow curious, and then they all turned toward Brother Hu.

"Shall we just rush out?"

Du Chao whispered.

The only ones who knew they were hiding here were that gang of people.

From the footsteps earlier, the number of people who had co up was estimated to be no less than ten.

Brother Hu's face turned fierce, and he gritted his teeth preparing to lead the charge out, that gang should be right on the stairs waiting, attacking now might catch them off guard!

But just as he was about to step out, he was t with a face sared with blood and gore.

Wasn't this Old Zhang who had died a few days ago?

A chill swept through his body in an instant.

It turned out that the people coming up the stairs were actually a zombie!

No, that's not right!

Brother Hu abruptly retreated backward.

He then saw Old Zhang, who had collapsed on the ground, being stepped on the back by several dirty feet.

The deep growling had already filled the entire corridor, and one after another figure with bloodshot eyes was pouring out frantically.

"Run, run for it!"

"Zombies!"

Brother Hu had no ti to think about why the door below had been opened by zombies, instead he imdiately yelled to his companions who were about to rush out of the corners.

But where could they run to?

"The stairs!"

"Take the right staircase!"

He bellowed, holding the shovel across his chest as he broke into a run.

The zombies blocking the corridor were all knocked to the ground by his charge.

Seeing this, the n hiding in the rooms brandished their weapons and followed, and soon the entire corridor was filled with struggling figures.

Du Chao swung his shovel powerfully, closely following Brother Hu.

And Hou Daping, slight in stature, was sandwiched in the middle of the crowd, occasionally jabbing out with the rebar in his hands.

The right staircase was soon reached.

But just as he reached the stairwell entrance, Brother Hu suddenly stopped.

In front of him, a big fat man with a red cap was blocking the staircase like a wall, with a dozen motionless yellow caps behind him.

"What's wrong, Brother Hu?"

Du Chao knocked a pursuing zombie to the ground, not even having ti to finish it off, before he noticed Brother Hu had stopped ahead.

He glanced into the stairwell on instinct and froze.

They were here too?

It was over.

Everyone turned back, only to see the zombies they had knocked to the ground were slowly getting up.

In the rush of the mont, there had been no ti to finish them off.

They were surrounded.

"Sh—"

A light flickered in the dim corridor all of a sudden.

The smoke from the cigarette in a man's mouth rose and quickly spread to everyone's nostrils.

Brother Hu sighed, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground.

"Brothers."

"Looks like we're not going back."

No one spoke.

Each of them stared ahead with an ashen face.

But just then, a deep voice suddenly rose amidst the horde of corpses.

"Peeping is illegal, you know that?"