Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space Chapter 235: Risky Move

What the survivors saw made their blood run cold. The zombies packed the roads like a living sea, trapping them from all sides. One of the won couldn't hold back her fear anymore and burst into tears, shouting, "I don't want to die!"

Annoyed by her scream, Chu Zhimiao strode over and raised her hand.

SLAP!

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the area, stunning the woman and silencing everyone else. Standing in front of her, Chu Zhimiao glared and said coldly, "If you dare to scream again, I will kill you myself."

At her threat, the loud sobbing stopped. The other survivors, who had been wailing in panic, quickly covered their mouths and struggled to hold back their tears and voices.

After a pause, Chu Zhimiao added, "There is no use in screaming or crying. All it does is drain your energy and attract more zombies. That's not helping anyone."

She squatted down, locked eyes with the woman, and said firmly, "If you don't want to die, then stand up and fight. As long as you don't give up, there is still a chance to survive."

The woman hiccuped and replied hoarsely, "How can I survive when I don't even have the energy to run?"

Chu Zhimiao noticed her dry, cracked lips and said, "I will give you so water. After that, we will figure out a way to escape."

The survivors' eyes lit up with a glimr of hope. Encouraged by her words, they quickly searched for anything that could be used as a water container.

Chu Zhimiao distributed a cup of water to each person, giving everyone a share. Once she was done, she walked over to Li Yang and Pei Yijun.

Seeing her walking over, Li Yang asked with concern, "Miaomiao, are you okay?"

Chu Zhimiao nodded and replied, "Don't worry. I only used about 10% of my energy. Based on that, I think I can produce at least 500 liters of water."

Nodding at her, Li Yang said nothing and started looking for a way to reach the rooftop. As he leaned out the window, he saw zombies stretching their hands upward, trying to grab him.

Seeing this, he turned and began moving furniture to block the door. That way, even if the zombies managed to break into the building and climb the stairs, they could buy themselves a little more ti.

While they were racking their brains for a way to survive, not far from their area a group of people stood on the rooftop of a five-story structure, observing the zombies' movents.

"Brother Mo, it looks like we won't be able to go through this road. Let's turn back and find another route," a young man said, turning toward a tall, pale man.

Though he looked sickly, the man was very handso. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and let out a few coughs before sighing and saying, "If we take a detour, it will take us a few more days to reach Lin'an City."

At his words, the group exchanged looks. A young woman spoke up, "Brother Mo, even if you are in a hurry to find your cousin, you should prioritize your safety. With so many zombies out there, how can we go on?"

Lowering his head, the man coughed twice more before replying, "Can't we just fight through?"

Before anyone could object, he continued, "Judging from the zombies' movents over the past twenty hours, sothing must be attracting or guiding them to gather in that area. If we avoid that, we might be able to get through."

"How are we supposed to avoid it when we don't even know what it is?" another young man said with a frown.

The pale man smiled faintly and pointed at a nearby building before he said slowly, "Isn't that sothing inside that building?"

The group followed his gaze and saw the zombies pouring toward the building he had pointed at. At the sa ti, a narrow path was beginning to clear through the horde as they split off in two directions.

The young woman looked at him in surprise and said, "Brother Mo, are you planning to drive through that road?"

"Otherwise?" the man replied with a smile.

"Impossible! Even if we could drive through, the sound of the engine would draw all the surrounding zombies. We would be surrounded in no ti," a young man rejected the idea imdiately.

The man coughed several tis again, then said casually, "If you are afraid, stay here or find a detour. I won't force anyone to follow ."

With that, he turned and headed toward the stairs. As he left the rooftop, the sa young man muttered through clenched teeth, "What are you so proud of? If it weren't for your family, no one would bother being your friend."

The man didn't stop or turn around and simply continued down the stairs.

After he left, the young woman hesitated, then stepped forward to follow him. But before she could go far, the young man grabbed her wrist.

He stared at her in disbelief and asked, "You are really going to follow that madman?"

She bit her lip and said, "Brother Mo isn't a madman. He is a genius. Following him might actually benefit us."

The young man sneered and replied, "Bullshit. You are just attracted to his face, his body, his money, and his family na. Who would like him otherwise with that awful personality?"

Furious at being seen through, the young woman yanked her hand free.

She glared at him and asked, "What right do you have to judge ? Aren't you all the sa? Who gave you the audacity to look down on when you are no better?!"

As soon as she finished her words, she turned and ran down the stairs to catch up with the man. Cursing under his breath, the young man chased after her. The rest of the group, with no better plan, followed behind.

When they reached the entrance, they found only one car parked there. With nine people in total, it would be far too cramped for them to ride together.