When the doomsday comes, the densely populated city suddenly becomes a hell. The streets are full of crashed vehicles, billowing smoke and flames, the living dead wander back and forth, and corpses are scattered all over the streets.
The store door was open, broken glass was all over the floor, the shelves looked like they had been swept by a tornado, and the walls were covered in splattered blood and black and red handprints.
There was a man lying on the ground in front of him, his hands and feet still twitching reflexively, but his body had already been pierced and his intestines were flowing out. Several zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh of his arms and thighs, holding up his internal organs and swallowing them in big mouthfuls, and blood was all over the ground.
A silver Camry sped past. The zombies smelled a living person and just as they staggered to their feet and started chasing after it, the car had already gone into the distance.
The young man looked in the rearview mirror and saw an armed helicopter roaring into the sky from the top of the prison building in the distance, flying over the devastated city and heading towards the distant horizon covered with black smoke.
He retracted his gaze, slightly adjusted the rearview mirror, then saw something in the mirror and paused.
Those were a pair of cloudy gray eyes.
Quietly behind me.
The young man stepped on the brake and looked back amid the harsh friction sound. He saw a little girl tied to the seat belt in the blind spot of the back seat. She was curled up quietly. She might be only two or three years old, not much bigger than a cat, with pigtails on her head and holding a doll.
Her face was completely black, her mouth opened and closed, purple-red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth to her neck. She stared straight at the young man, and a blood-stained women's bag was thrown beside her.
The young man gently closed his eyes.
He could imagine what the scene was like. The husband was unwilling to abandon his infected wife and daughter, so he drove away from the city, looking for help along the way, and was eventually bitten to death in the driver's seat, and then his zombie-like wife opened the back door and escaped.
He opened his eyes, raised his gun and aimed at the zombie girl's forehead, but his index finger could not pull the trigger.
The zombies on the street crowded around the car, numbly slapping the windows, making muffled bangs. After a while, the young man lowered the muzzle of his gun, stretched out his hand to grab the little girl's neck, and with a click, he twisted it off, and the body drooped limply on the back seat.
He did not throw the little zombie out of the car. He looked at her for a moment without saying a word, then stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.
One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy was exceptionally eye-catching in the smoke.
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At the same time, on the second floor of the parking lot.
In the huge space, there were dozens of bullet-riddled cars scattered around, dead bodies and broken arms were scattered all over the ground, and sirens were ringing one after another. The stench of bullets and rotting flesh after the fierce battle mixed together, strongly irritating everyone's nerves.
"We are surrounded by zombies," Lucas Yan took down the telescope and said hoarsely, "The alley behind the back door is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by a zombie tide, estimated to be hundreds of them. The adjacent buildings are a hospital, a school, and a supermarket pharmacy, which are red level 1 danger zones and cannot be crossed with a grappling hook. Ammunition is about to run out."
Next to a biochemical armored vehicle, several team members were quickly organizing their equipment. Upon hearing the words, they all turned their heads to look at a certain silhouette.
The rigorous and long-term training prevented them from losing control of their emotions immediately, but the despair that was faintly flowing in the silence was unmistakable. In the dull and oppressive air, the wailing and pounding on the door from downstairs became clearer.
"Captain..." Lucas Yan stammered.
Ethan Zhou leaned against the bloodstained wall, raised his head in the focus of everyone's attention, but did not speak. He swung his hand and threw out a cold light. At the same time, twenty steps away, a zombie hiding behind a concrete pillar was stabbed in the skull. The knife went deep into the handle and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Pack up your equipment and prepare to break out."
Ethan Zhou stood up and walked to a nearby place. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black protective suit. His expression could not be seen in the backlight, but his voice was deep and cold. A team member seemed to realize something and stood up suddenly: "Brother Rong! Where are you going?!"
Ethan Zhou found an Audi sports car with half of its body riddled with bullet holes. In full view of everyone, he punched the front window to smash it, took out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door and got in.
"I'll lead the zombies in front to the back door. After you break out, drive southeast. The target shelter is underground in the city center, 30 kilometers away."
He started the engine and pulled the handbrake, and the battered sports car roared: "Once I get out of here, I will rush to meet you. If I am not back before you arrive, Lucas Yan will take over the captain's duties and send a positioning signal to the base."
"Captain!" Lucas Yan roared immediately, and several team members stood up at the same time in disbelief: "No, Brother Rong!" "Stop!"
Ethan Zhou leaned out of the car window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes: "Hmm?"
When Ethan Zhou doesn't smile, his facial features convey a kind of cold, unruly and intimidating hostility. Even the angle of his eyebrows and his slightly compressed pupils silently reveal the fact that "this person is very difficult to deal with", which is enough to make the viewer completely ignore his handsome appearance.
The tyranny accumulated over the years caused the team members to choke reflexively at the same time, and then Lucas Yan took a few steps forward out of control. When he was about to say something, Ethan Zhou stretched out his hand and pointed at him. The irresistible command was very important, and it made him stop abruptly.
Then Ethan Zhou smiled - the hostility disappeared as soon as he smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up, the corners of his eyes curved slightly, and he had a kind of frivolous and elegant charm.
"You guys are such sissies." He nodded at his teammates one by one and said with a smile, "Wait for Brother Rong to meet up at the shelter, then get lost."
The team members held on to their submachine guns, looking at each other, despair in their eyes.
The sports car turned on its lights and backed up, running over the rotting corpses on the ground and sliding in a neat inverted U.
"Wait...wait, Captain!"
Lucas Yan stared out the window and suddenly saw something. He said in disbelief: "Someone...someone is coming!"
---At the front entrance of the parking lot, countless zombies were pounding on the door mechanically. On the road behind them, a silver Camry came to an abrupt stop, then reversed and rolled down the window.
...
Are there survivors in the parking garage?
The young man looked around the eight-story building. Every window he saw was shattered and covered in 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 a citizen who had fled into the building in 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 been concave inward at a terrifying arc, and it is only a matter of time before it breaks through.
The young man frowned slightly, feeling a little hesitant.
He looked towards the wide-open pharmacy not far away. There were only a few zombie boys there, wearing junior high school uniforms, limping around aimlessly. They must have escaped after the infection broke out in a nearby school.
Although he had temporary amnesia due to overstimulation, head impact or other reasons, he still had basic common sense. He needed pheromone suppressants to disguise himself as Beta, and it was completely feasible to rush into the pharmacy in one go while the survivors had attracted a large number of zombies.
But the fragile electric-controlled iron door would not last more than a few minutes.
And what if he runs into the pharmacy and a wave of zombies rushes in?
The young man took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on a motorcycle that had crashed into a tree and killed a person twenty meters away. After counting to three seconds, he suddenly pushed open the door.
The roar of the locomotive suddenly resounded through the street, as if it was the horn announcing the start of dinner.
On the second floor of the parking lot, Lucas Yan's voice was very light and full of surprise: "This person..."
"He... he's helping us lead away the zombie tide...?"
Ethan Zhou strode closer, took the telescope and looked towards the street. In the focus of the lens, a young man was straddling a motorcycle, his face and neck were covered tightly by a helmet, his leather jacket was zipped up to his chin, and the tail pipe of the motorcycle spewed out exhaust gas with a low sound of starting.
More and more zombies were attracted by the sound, stopped pounding on the door, turned around, and rushed towards the motorcycle in groups.
Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...
When the zombies on the road were almost crowding in front of the motorcycle, the number of zombies in front of the parking lot finally dropped to less than thirty. The motorcyclist raised his left arm and gestured upwards.
preparation---
"Lucas Yan, go drive!" Ethan Zhou suddenly threw away the binoculars, aimed his rifle, and shouted, "Get in the car, everyone, get in the car and prepare to break out!"
Several gunshots rang out, bullets shattered the glass windows, and in the tide of corpses in the distance, several heads closest to the motorcycle exploded.
That seemed to be the signal to start the action. In the same second, the locomotive started and rushed out with a roar!
"Go, go, go, go!" "Quick!"
The team members quickly jumped onto the armored vehicle. Lucas Yan turned the steering wheel with one hand and unloaded his magazine with the other hand and threw it out of the window. Ethan Zhou didn't even turn his head back, as if he had eyes behind him. He grabbed the magazine and installed it with a click. He placed the barrel of the gun on the windowsill and the ammunition poured out!
Amid the hail of bullets, the motorcycle rushed out of the tide of zombies at high speed, crushed countless living dead into rotten meat, and then rushed to the crossroads.
The zombies staggered after him, and looking from above, even the zombies in the nearby streets were attracted by the news and gathered in more and more numbers, gradually forming a spectacular long dragon.
Some had broken arms and legs, some were bleeding from all seven orifices, some died with their eyes open... the endless stream of corpses was terrifying. However, in the split second between life and death, no one cared about fear. The motorcyclist suddenly turned around at the intersection and rushed into Southeast Street!
With a loud bang, the gate of the parking lot finally rose slowly, and the biochemical vehicle crushed several zombies under its tires who had no time to dodge.
"Captain---" Lucas Yan yelled.
On the second floor, Ethan Zhou held onto the windowsill with one hand and jumped down, landing heavily on the roof with a "bang".
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Five hundred meters away, at the other end of the intersection.
The motorcycle tail-spinned and changed lanes, then the body of the motorcycle stopped suddenly.
Another group of zombies suddenly appeared in front, rushing over!
Ethan Zhou's long-range sniper cover stopped, and the zombies blocked him from the front and back, creating a spectacular scene. The young man glanced at the rearview mirror from behind his helmet, and a fork in the street behind him led to the east street.
The fingers on the handlebars clenched, veins popped, and then calmed down. He took a deep breath and turned the car around - "Roar -"
The motorcycle crossed the road like a meteor, almost touching the sharp teeth of the zombies beside it as it rushed towards the fork. The body of the motorcycle flew over, smashing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the bookstore on the corner, and came out from the other side, carrying a cloud of glass to the ground!
The two male zombies in front were knocked over by the chest, their half-rotten internal organs bursting all over the ground. The third zombie reached out to grab the handlebars, and just as he opened his mouth to move forward, a bullet whizzed in and exploded his brain into the sky.
The young man looked up.
---Two hundred meters away, a silver-gray armored vehicle was running rampant. Ethan Zhou was lying on the roof of the vehicle with a rifle on his head. He narrowed one eye and raised his thin lips slightly, as if greeting him from a long distance.
Then the next bullet grazed his helmet and lifted up the crown of a zombie lady on the side of the motorcycle.
"Ten meters behind the bookstore on the corner of East Street, at two o'clock, ready to rescue."
Ethan Zhou's voice came from the headset. Lucas Yan nodded and glanced at the satellite traffic map: "Not good."
"how?"
Lucas Yan stepped on the accelerator: "East Street is a dead end."
The armored vehicle made a roar of acceleration, but it was too late. Ethan Zhou's eyebrows jumped, and he saw the motorcycle started, breaking through the heavy encirclement of zombies, and rushed into East Street with no choice!
"Take a detour to meet them! Search for the best route!" Ethan Zhou shouted amid the flying shells: "Prepare to turn around!"
In the cab, the route on the GPS screen changed, and Lucas Yan turned the steering wheel.
At the same time, on East Street, the motorcyclist bent his body to the limit and rushed through the sea of blood and corpses at lightning speed. Soon, a whole row of black hydraulic roadblocks appeared in front of him!
At this time, the motorcycle speed 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 does six seconds mean?
---Unable to turn around or steer, there are zombies on both sides of the road. Once you collide with the roadblock, the car will be destroyed and people will die.
The motorcyclist's pupils were compressed until they were as sharp as needles. At the same time, the pointer on the dashboard shook violently, hitting the bottom line, and the tail pipe was roaring like an angry monster.
"He wants to rush through the card..." Lucas Yan said softly.
Like the rod of Moses splitting the sea, the motorcycle broke out from the layers of zombies and rushed onto the steel plate of the roadblock in an instant. Time froze and even the sound of the wind stopped.
In mid-air, the motorcycle flipped 360 degrees, drawing a flaming arc.
Ethan Zhou threw out the hook: "Next---"
The young man stretched out his arms in the strong wind, and the rope with the iron hook accurately wrapped around his wrist. Then he pushed his body off the motorcycle and flew towards Ethan Zhou.
The heavy locomotive spun wildly, plunged into the tide of zombies, and then made an earth-shattering explosion!
Bang! With a loud bang, the young man fell headfirst onto the roof of the armored vehicle, and rolled to the edge under inertia. Ethan Zhou hugged him around the waist and kicked open the roof. The two fell into the car at the same time with a loud bang.
"Brother Rong!" "Captain!"
The team members rushed forward and helped the two people up. Even Lucas Yan, who was in the driver's seat, set the automatic driving mode and signaled his teammates to take over. He hurriedly got into the trunk from the driver's seat and asked, "Captain, are you okay?"
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Ethan Zhou stood up with a grin: "Brother, my old waist..."
Behind him, the young man dodged the hand that was supporting him like lightning, retreated to the corner and stood up.
Through his motorcycle helmet, he looked at the people in front of him without saying a word.
This is a special forces team, he thought.
But surprisingly, these strong and sturdy team members were all Betas. In the limited space of the carriage, there was not a trace of the extremely aggressive smell of Alpha pheromones.
"Here," Lucas Yan handed over a bottle of water kindly: "Thank you."
The carriage gradually became quiet. With everyone staring at him, the young man neither spoke a word nor raised his hand to indicate anything.
... Lucas Yan gestured again: "For you."
Lucas Yan has the kind of looks that would have definitely been accepted to film school if he hadn’t joined the army. He is about the same height as Ethan Zhou, with broad shoulders and long legs, beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, and a single ruby earring on his left ear that sparkles slightly, giving him the temperament of a melancholy male protagonist in a campus romance drama.
All these years of harsh and abnormal training have not left any traces on his fair skin. It can be said that it is hard to give up his natural beauty.
However, the motorcyclist in front of him did not appreciate it, and could even be described as indifferent or wary.
"Brother..." another team member just opened his mouth, and the motorcyclist finally moved.
He ignored the bottle of water, reached out to take off Lucas Yan's fully automatic carbine, and put it on his right shoulder.
"Hey you---"
Ethan Zhou turned around while drinking water, stopped the team members, and grinned at the young man: "What's your name, brother?"
The young man didn't speak.
"eat something?"
no respond.
The atmosphere in the carriage gradually changed. In the small space, something tense was brewing in the silence.
Ethan Zhou stroked his chin and looked the young man up and down. He was wrapped in a tight motorcycle jacket and dark jeans, and his face was completely invisible under the helmet. He looked very embarrassed, as if he had rolled in a pile of zombies.
But he was lean and sturdy, and his alert posture was like a knife.
A sword with a cold and sinister glow, half unsheathed.
"Friend," Ethan Zhou ignored him and asked with a smile, "Where are you going? Can I give you a ride?"
More than ten seconds passed, and the only sounds in the carriage were long and short breathing and the vague wailing of zombies outside the steel plates.
"...Go back to the parking lot." In the almost suffocating atmosphere, the young man finally spoke, his voice hoarse due to dryness:
"To the pharmacy."
Ethan Zhou nodded very friendly, turned around and walked to the driver's seat of the car in front, patted the driver on the shoulder and said, "Go back to the parking lot on Southeast Street."
Then he leaned over and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Stop somewhere. I want to go and see what he's doing in the pharmacy."
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