This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

Zou Lang pulled the driver and ran towards the bus. There were too many zombies, and they surrounded the two of them at once. He didn't dare to stop. He swung the ax in his hand wildly, and chopped down a few zombies that surrounded him, trying to hit the car door. The direction came.

At this time, there were still some zombies outside the car door, and five or six zombies blocked the door.

"Ah, zombies are coming! Don't open the door!"

"Don't open the door!"

"Zombies will come in!" There was an exclamation in the car.

Mijingtang didn't care about those people, pulled out the car key, pressed the switch, and the car door opened!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The passengers near the door hid back one after another. They were so close that they could even see the faces of the zombies outside.

Mijingtang pulled the top bar of the car door with his hand and kicked down a few zombies with his strength. Then he rushed out of the car again, and with a lightning strike, he broke the necks of two zombies, and the circle of zombies at the door suddenly A gap was opened.

Zou Lang ran away with a brisk walk, then he stretched out his hand and dragged the driver up.

Seeing that the two got into the car safely, Mijingtang turned back and got into the car, and the door closed again behind him.

"Are you okay..." Just as Mijingtang asked the three words, he was hugged by Zou Lang.

Sticking to Zou Lang's arms, Mijingtang could feel his body's heat, rapid panting, and crazy heartbeat.

Zou Lang hugged him for a few seconds before patting him on the back and saying, "I'm fine."

"The blood on your body..." Mijingtang hurriedly pulled him away to check, the blood was bright red, not left by zombies.

"It's not mine," Zou Lang let go of Mijingtang, and changed the subject, "The driver was bitten."

"Ah?!" Surprised not only Mijingtang, but also the passengers in the car, everyone exclaimed.

Only then did everyone see the driver shrunk on the ground in pain. The driver was missing an arm, his hand was cut off from the elbow, and his face was pale with pain.

Zou Lang turned around, took off his coat, tied the driver's wrist firmly, and explained to Mi Jingtang: "His hand was bitten, I chopped off his hand, very quickly, there was only a few seconds between .”

The only way the zombie virus spreads is through blood. Although there are precedents of those who were bitten and had their hands and feet cut off immediately and finally survived, there are still a considerable proportion of people who have not turned into zombies even if their limbs are amputated.

All of this can only be determined by chance, conditions, the speed of blood flow, or in other words, fate.

After hearing Zou Lang's words, the crowd screamed in horror!

"He's going to turn into a zombie!"

"Get out of the car! Let him get out of the car!"

The driver struggled to sit up, clutching his severed hand, his face twitching, "I won't become a zombie!"

The aunt said tremblingly: "It doesn't matter if you say it, if you are infected, it will implicate our car."

"This is my car!" The driver's eyes turned blood red. "I got out of the car to watch it for you! I still have a wife and a daughter! Even if I become a zombie, I have the right to be in this car! How can you...how can you..."

At the end of the conversation, the driver started to choke up. He was too careless. He thought it was just a child, and never thought that it might be a mutated zombie.The IQ of this zombie is significantly higher than that of ordinary zombies.

The fat man stood up again, "No! You still have to get out of the car! Even if I don't think about myself, I have to think about the whole car! We can't be buried with you!"

The little man sitting in the back seat holding the child in his arms also stood up. People woke up the child in his arms. He eagerly comforted the child and said threatening words in his mouth, "If you don't go down! We... We will be rude to you!"

His words were echoed by some people, and several young men stood up.

They were incapable of dealing with zombies, but when faced with this driver who might turn into a zombie, they suddenly became ferocious.

Zou Lang wiped the rain off his face, and said, "Shut up! I will watch him, and if he mutates, I will kill him!" He paused, then turned to look at the poor The driver added, "Regardless of whether he is infected or not, if you let him go down now, you want him to die directly!"

The middle-aged man who looked like a leader stood up and said, "Everyone, stop arguing and vote."

Silence, silence in the carriage.

Everyone seems to agree with this method to solve the current problem.

"Raise your hand if you want him to get out of the car!" the fat man yelled and raised his hand high.

One, two, gradually more people raised their hands.

This is a medium-sized car with 27 seats, and there are 39 people in the car.

Now, 25 people have raised their hands, more than half.

Zou Lang turned around and looked at the driver.

The driver was already in tears, shivering and trembling there. He gritted his teeth and asked, "You people, if you were the one who was bitten, do you still want others to drive you out of the car?"

The fat man replied, "If it was me who was bitten, I don't want others to drive me out of the car, but this is just a hypothesis. I was not bitten, and someone else was bitten now. I... I can only be sorry gone."

The driver's face was distorted in pain, and he grabbed Zou Lang's clothes again, "Brother is a good man, I don't want to get out of the car, or... you can kill me now. Be quick, I heard it's not very good." pain."

Zou Lang froze there for a moment. It was true that he had killed zombies, but he had never killed a person, never killed such a living person.

Mijingtang, who had been silent by the side, suddenly picked up his backpack, pulled Zou Lang and said, "Come on, let's get off with him."

Hearing this, the driver was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly knelt down, cried and kowtowed to Mijingtang. "Thank you, thank you, no matter whether I am dead or alive today, or whether I will become a zombie, I will thank you..."

The fat man was a little anxious, "Hey, don't go, hero, you want to get off with this driver, then who will protect us?"

Mijingtang said: "You are in the car, you are safe. As long as you escape this night, rescue will come."

Zou Lang looked at the people in the car, began to pack his things, and prepared to get out of the car.

"Wait... wait," the female student wearing glasses sitting in the back seat suddenly stood up, "I want to go with you, I'm a doctor, I can help."

Mijingtang didn't expect this girl to be a doctor. It is obviously very beneficial to have a doctor at this time, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

The girl pushed her way through the crowd from the back row.

The uncle boss also came out, "I want to go with you too. I can give you money, as long as you keep me safe."

"No need, if you follow us, we will do our best to protect you." Mijingdou said, "We are soldiers, not bodyguards."

"Okay... okay." The boss looked embarrassed, but he stood up and walked to them.

"Anyone else want to follow?" Zou Lang asked again. Anyway, he was going to rush down. There were only a few ordinary zombies below. It would be okay to bring one person with you, and it would be okay to bring two or three people with you. If there were more people, it would be safer .

The eyes of the passengers looked at the darkness under the car, which was an unknown land full of zombies. In comparison, a warm and bright car was much safer.

Silence again.

"Wait," the fat man suddenly called out.

Zou Lang frowned slightly, thinking that he was going to follow, he took a step forward.

The fat man felt a burst of coercion, swallowed, stretched out a hand and said, "Leave us the car keys."

"I'll give it to you when we get off the car." Mijingtang said, and then he looked at the people in the car. These people are old, some young, male and female, they have different occupations and ages, but today, In this turbulent end of the world, I had to go out and got on this bus.

They are not bad people, nor can they be called 100% good people.If the driver was infected, their choices, or most of them, saved their lives. If the driver was not infected and died because of it, they would become indirect executioners.

They're just a bunch of rabble.

"You did nothing wrong, and you don't need to apologize. You just chose differently. Don't get out of the car. No matter what happens, don't get out of the car and wait for rescue. As long as you get through this night, everything will be fine." After Mijingdou finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, with a dignified expression, and pressed the switch on the key heavily.

The car door opened slowly, and it was already dark outside, with the chill of rain.This is the third time he has opened the door tonight.

The first time he opened the car door, bringing hope of life to everyone; the second time he opened the door, Zou Lang brought back the driver, and now, the third time...they are going to rush past these zombies and travel to a safe place land.

Zou Lang rushed out first, chopped down a few zombies with the ax in his hand, and Yu Jingtang got out of the car to protect the driver, the female doctor and the boss.The mobile phone in the boss's hand turned on the flashlight mode and illuminated.

"Go, run to the hall." Zou Lang shouted.They started running toward the light.

Mijingtang turned around and took a last look inside the car door. He threw out the key in his hand. The car key drew an arc in the air and landed on the ground at the car door with a clang.

The fat man rushed forward to get the key without hesitation, and then he knelt and pressed the car door.

The last thing Mijingdou saw was his fat, selfish, frightened face.

It is just the face of an ordinary person, no different from the tens of thousands of faces we have passed by in this life.

The car door was closed in front of the five people, and there was a closed, warm world that isolated them.