Undead

When the apocalypse comes, the densely populated city suddenly becomes a hell. The streets are full of crashed vehicles, billowing smoke and flames.

The door of the store was open, broken glass was all over the floor, the shelves seemed to have been swept by a tornado, and the walls were covered with splattered blood and black and red handprints.

There was someone lying on the ground in front of him, his hands and feet were still twitching reflexively, but his body was already bleeding from his stomach.Several zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh and blood of his arms and thighs, holding up his internal organs and swallowing them, causing blood to flow all over the ground.

The silver Camry passed by at lightning speed, and the zombie smelled the smell of the living, and just staggered up to chase, but the car was gone.

The young man looked in the rearview mirror, and on the top of the prison building in the distance, a gunship was roaring into the sky, crossing the devastated city, and heading towards the horizon of black smoke billowing in the distance.

He withdrew his gaze, adjusted the rearview mirror slightly, then saw something in the mirror, and paused slightly.

It was a pair of cloudy gray eyes.

Quietly stand behind him.

The young man stepped on the brakes and turned his head amidst the screeching sound of rubbing. He saw a little girl curled up quietly by the seat belt in the blind corner of the rear seat. She might only be two or three years old, not much older than a cat. There is also a small croissant on the top, holding a doll.

Her face was completely black, her mouth opened and closed, and purple blood flowed from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She stared straight at the young man, and beside her was a woman's bag full of blood.

The young man gently closed his eyes.

He could imagine what it was like.Unwilling to give up his infected wife and daughter, the husband fled the city by car, looking for rescue along the way, and was finally killed alive in the driver's seat, and then the zombified wife opened the back door and fled.

He opened his eyes, raised his gun and aimed at the little zombie girl's forehead, but couldn't press the trigger with his index finger.

The zombies on the street huddled beside the car, numbly beating on the window, making a muffled bang.After a while, the young man lowered the muzzle of his gun, stretched out his hand to grab the little girl's neck, and twisted it off with a snap. The body fell limply on the back seat.

He didn't throw the little zombie out of the car, and after looking at her for a while without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy stands out in the smoke.

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At the same time, the second floor of the parking lot.

There were more than a dozen cars full of bullet holes parked scattered in the huge space, dead bodies with broken arms were all over the ground, and sirens went off one after another.After the fierce battle, the stench of bullets and carrion mixed together strongly stimulated everyone's nerves.

"We are surrounded by zombies," Yan Hao took off his binoculars, and said hoarsely: "The alley at the back door is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by zombies. It is estimated that there are hundreds of them. The adjacent buildings are hospitals, schools, and supermarkets. The red first-level danger zone cannot be crossed with a hook, and the ammunition is about to run out."

Beside a biochemical armored vehicle, several team members were quickly arranging their equipment, and they turned their heads to look at a certain silhouette in unison upon hearing the words.

Strict long-term training prevents them from losing control of their emotions immediately, but the despair flowing in the silence is unmistakable.In the dull and oppressive air, the wailing and knocking on the door from downstairs became more and more clear.

"Captain..." Yan Hao muttered.

Leaning his back against the blood-stained wall, Zhou Rong raised his head in the focus of everyone's eyes, but without opening his mouth, he shook his hand and threw a cold light—at the same time, twenty steps away, a zombie hiding behind a concrete pillar was stabbed in the skull. , went deep without handle, and fell down with a plop.

"Pack up your equipment and prepare to break out."

Zhou Rong stood up and walked not far away. He was close to 1.9 meters tall and wore a black protective suit. His expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight, but his voice was deep and solemn.A team member seemed to realize something, and suddenly got up: "Brother Rong! Where are you going?!"

Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with half of its body full of bullet holes, shattered the front window with a punch, dug out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door and got in.

"I'm going to lure the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking through, you drive to the southeast. The target refuge is underground in the center of the city thirty kilometers away."

He ignited the ignition and lifted the handbrake, and the riddled sports car roared: "As soon as I get away, I will rush to join you. If I don't come back before you arrive, Yan Hao will take over the captain's role and send a positioning signal to the base."

"Captain!" Yan Hao roared out instantly, and several team members stood up unacceptably at the same time: "No, Brother Rong!" "Stop!"

Zhou Rong poked his head out of the car window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes: "Huh?"

When Zhou Rong is not smiling, the combination of facial features has a kind of cold and unruly, daunting hostility. Even the angle of each eyebrow and the slightly compressed pupils silently reveal the fact that "this person is very difficult to deal with". Enough to make viewers completely ignore the beauty of his own appearance.

The lust accumulated over the years caused the team members to choke at the same time, and then Yan Hao took a few steps forward out of control. When he was about to say something, Zhou Rong stretched out his hand to him. The irresistible order had a strong meaning, and he stopped abruptly. took a step.

Then Zhou Rong laughed—the hostility disappeared when he smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, but he had a kind of unscrupulous yuppie charm.

"You girls are chirping, you two." He pointed at the faces of his team members one by one, and said with a smile, "Wait for Brother Rong to meet up at the shelter, get out."

The team members grabbed their submachine guns tightly, looking at each other, with despair in their eyes.

After turning on the lights, the sports car rolled over carrion corpses and slid out of a neat inverted U.

"Wait... wait, Captain!"

Yan Hao stared out of the window, and suddenly saw something, he couldn't believe it: "Someone...someone is coming!"

——At the front door of the parking lot, countless zombies were pounding on the door mechanically. On the road behind them, a silver Camry stopped abruptly, then backed up and rolled down the windows.

"..."

Are there survivors in the parking building?

The young man looked at the eight-story building. Every window he could see was shattered and covered with blood, and he couldn't see the inside clearly.Only a window on the second floor facing the road could vaguely see someone lying on it, perhaps the people who fled into the building in a panic when the incident happened.

The electronically controlled gate of the parking lot itself has been blocked, but under the endless hammering of the zombies, the hollow iron gate has sunken in a terrifying arc, and it is only a matter of time before it breaks through.

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, with a little hesitation in his heart.

He looked towards the open pharmacy not far away. There were only a few zombie boys wearing junior high school uniforms, limping and wandering aimlessly. They should have run out after the infection broke out in a nearby school.

While he suffered temporary memory loss from overstimulation, head banging, or other causes, basic common sense was there.He needs pheromone suppression preparations to disguise himself as Beta. It is completely feasible to rush into the pharmacy in one go while the survivors have attracted a large number of zombies away.

But the flimsy electronically controlled iron gate should not last for a few minutes.

And what if zombies flood in after he ran into the pharmacy?

The young man took a deep breath, his eyes fell on a motorcycle that crashed into a tree and killed him 20 meters away, and after counting silently for three seconds, he slammed open the door.

The roar of the locomotive suddenly resounded through the street, as if announcing the clarion call for dinner.

On the second floor of the parking lot, Yan Hao's voice was extremely soft and full of surprise: "This person..."

"He...he is helping us divert the tide of zombies...?"

Zhou Rong strode closer, took the binoculars and looked towards the street.At the focal point of the camera, the young man is straddling a motorcycle, his face and neck are tightly covered by a helmet, his leather jacket is buckled up to his chin, and the tailpipe of the motorcycle emits exhaust gas with the low sound of starting.

More and more zombies were attracted by the sound, stopped beating on the door, turned their heads one after another, and rushed towards the locomotive in groups.

20 meters, ten meters, five meters...

When the zombies on the road were almost crowded in front of the locomotive, the number of zombies in front of the parking lot finally decreased to less than [-]. The locomotive raised his left arm and gestured to a higher place.

preparation--

"Yan Hao go drive!" Zhou Rong suddenly threw the binoculars, set up his rifle to aim, and shouted: "Get in the car, everyone get in the car and prepare to break out!"

There were several gunshots, bullets shattered the glass windows, and among the corpses in the distance, the heads of the closest to the locomotive exploded.

That seemed to be the signal to start the operation, the locomotive started in the same second, and rushed out roaring!

"Go, go, go!" "Fast!"

The team members quickly jumped onto the armored vehicle, Yan Hao slammed the steering wheel with one hand, and unloaded his magazine with the other hand and threw it out of the car window.Zhou Rong didn't turn his head back as if he had long eyes behind him. He grabbed the clip and clicked it on. The barrel was placed on the window sill, and the ammunition poured out!

In the rain of bullets, the locomotive rushed out of the tide of corpses at high speed, crushed countless living dead into carrion, and then drove towards the intersection.

The zombies staggered and chased after them. Looking from a high place, even the zombies in the nearby streets were moved by the wind, and more and more gathered, gradually forming a magnificent long dragon.

Those with severed arms and legs, those bleeding from the seven orifices, those who died unrepentantly... The dense tide of corpses that can't be seen at a glance is creepy.However, at the moment of life and death, no one cared about fear, the motorcycle driver turned around suddenly at the intersection, and roared into Southeast Street!

With a loud bang, the gate of the parking lot finally rose slowly, and the biochemical vehicle crushed several zombies who had no time to dodge under the tires.

"Captain—" Yan Hao roared.

On the second floor, Zhou Rong supported the window sill with one hand and flew down, "Boom!" He landed heavily on the roof of the car.

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500 meters away, at the other end of the intersection.

The locomotive flicked and changed lanes, and then stopped suddenly.

Another group of corpses suddenly appeared in front of them, scrambling to squeeze in!

The long-range sniper cover from Zhou Rong stopped, and the zombies intercepted from the front and back separately, and the scene was immediately spectacular.The young man glanced at the rearview mirror from behind his helmet, and behind him the street corner branched off, leading to East Avenue.

The fingers lying on the handlebar were clenched tightly, and the veins popped up, and then calmed down.He took a deep breath, turned the car around——

"Roar--"

The locomotive traversed the road like a shooting star, almost rushing towards the side road with the sharp teeth of the zombies beside him.The car body flew over, blatantly smashed into the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the corner bookstore, pierced out from the other end, and fell to the ground engulfed in glass!

The two male zombies in front were knocked over by their chests, and their half-rotted internal organs exploded on the floor.The third zombie stretched out his hand to grab the handlebar, and just opened his mouth to get close to it, when a bullet whizzed towards him, blasting his brains into the sky.

The young man looked up.

——200 meters away, a silver-gray armored vehicle was rampaging. Zhou Rong lay on the roof with a rifle, squinted one eye, and slightly raised his thin lips, as if greeting him from a long distance away.

Immediately, the next bullet grazed his helmet and lifted the cover of a zombie lady on the side of the locomotive.

"Ten meters behind the bookstore at the corner of East Street, at two o'clock, ready for rescue."

Zhou Rong's voice came from the headset, Yan Hao nodded, and glanced at the satellite road map: "Not good."

"how?"

Yan Hao stepped on the accelerator: "East Street is a dead end."

The armored vehicle made the sound of accelerating, but it was already too late.Zhou Rongmeifeng jumped, and saw the locomotive start, break through the siege of zombies, and rush in towards the East Street without any choice!

"Detour to respond! Search for the best route!" Zhou Rong yelled amidst the flying bullet casings: "Prepare to turn around!"

In the cab, the route on the GPS screen changed, and Yan Hao then smashed the steering wheel to death.

At the same time, on the East Street, the motorcyclist leaned his upper body to the limit, broke through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood at lightning speed, and immediately a row of black oil pressure roadblocks appeared in front of him!

At this time, the speed of the motorcycle has reached a terrifying 200km/h, and the roadblock is only 300 meters away, and it can be reached in less than six seconds.

What is the concept of six seconds?

——Can’t turn around, can’t turn, both sides of the road are full of zombies, once it collides with a roadblock, the car will be destroyed and people will die.

The motorbike driver's pupils are compressed until they are like needles.At the same time, the pointer in the instrument panel shook violently and hit the bottom line, and there was a roar like a raging monster in the tailpipe.

"He wants to punch the card..." Yan Hao said softly.

Like the stick of Moses splitting the sea, the locomotive protruded from the crowd of zombies, and rushed to the barricade steel plate in an instant——

Time froze, and even the sound of the wind suddenly stopped.

In mid-air, the locomotive turned 360 degrees, drawing an arc of fire.

Zhou Rong threw the hook: "Then—"

In the strong wind, the young man stretched his arms, and the rope wrapped around his wrist with an iron hook. Immediately, he kicked off the motorcycle and flew towards Zhou Rong in the air.

The heavy locomotive spun crazily, plunged into the tide of corpses, and then sent out an earth-shattering explosion!

boom!With a loud bang, the young man fell headfirst onto the roof of the armored car, rolled towards the edge under inertia, was hugged by Zhou Rong, stepped on the roof of the car, and the two fell into the car at the same time amidst a loud bang.

"Brother Rong!" "Captain!"

The team members rushed forward one after another, helped the two of them to their feet, and even Yan Hao in the driver's seat set the autopilot, signaled his teammates to take over, and hurriedly got into the rear compartment from the driver's seat: "Captain, is everything okay? "

"Hiss..." Zhou Rong grinned and got up: "Brother, this old waist..."

Behind him, the young man avoided the hand supporting him like lightning, retreated to the corner and straightened up.

Through the motorcycle helmet, he looked at the people in front of him without saying a word.

This is a special forces unit, he thought.

But what was unexpected was that this group of strong and burly team members were all Betas, and there was no trace of the aggressive smell of Alpha pheromones in the compartment with limited space.

"Here," Yan Hao kindly handed over a bottle of water, "Thank you."

The carriage gradually became quiet, and while everyone was watching, the young man neither spoke nor raised his hand.

"..." Yan Hao gestured again: "It's for you."

Yan Hao is the kind of person who can apply for film school if he has not joined the army.He is about the same height as Zhou Rong, with broad shoulders and long legs, beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, and a single ruby ​​earring on his left ear that shimmers slightly. He has the temperament of a melancholy hero in a campus romance drama.

All these years of insanely severe training did not leave any marks on his fair skin, which can be said to be a natural beauty that cannot be abandoned.

However, the motorcycle driver in front of him didn't appreciate it, and could even be described as indifferent or guarded.

"This brother..." just as another team member spoke, the biker finally moved.

He ignored the bottle of water, reached out and unloaded Yan Hao's fully automatic carbine, and carried it on his right shoulder.

"Hey you--"

Zhou Rong turned around drinking water, stopped the team members, and grinned at the young man: "What do you call brother?"

The young man does not speak.

"eat something?"

no respond.

The atmosphere in the carriage gradually changed, and in the small space, something tense was gradually conceived in the silence.

Zhou Rong stroked his chin and looked the young man up and down.His whole body was wrapped in a tight motorcycle jacket and dark jeans, his face was completely invisible under the cover of the helmet, and his whole body was full of the breath of rolling in the pile of zombies, looking very embarrassed.

But he was thin and neat, and his guarded posture was like a knife.

A saber with a cold light, half out of its sheath.

"Friend," Zhou Rong ignored him and asked with a smile, "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride?"

After more than ten seconds, apart from the long and short breaths in the carriage, there was only the vague wailing of the zombies outside the steel plate.

"...Go back to the parking lot." In an almost suffocating atmosphere, the young man finally spoke, his voice hoarse due to dryness: "Go to the pharmacy."

Zhou Rong nodded very friendly, turned around and came to the driver's seat of the car in front, patted the driver on the shoulder: "Go back to the parking lot of Southeast Street."

Then he leaned down and said softly at a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Find a place to stop, I'm going to follow him to see what he's doing in the pharmacy."