Undead

Chapter 2

When the apocalypse descended on the densely populated city, the streets became a hellish landscape with wrecked vehicles, rolling smoke, and flames on both sides. The undead roamed around, and scattered remains littered the streets.

Shop doors were wide open, shattered glass covered the ground, and shelves looked like they had been hit by a tornado, with blood splatters and dark red handprints on the walls.

Up ahead, someone lay on the ground, their limbs still twitching reflexively, but their body had already been disemboweled. Several zombies surrounded the person, tearing flesh from their arms and thighs, holding up the entrails and feasting on them, causing blood to flow everywhere.

A silver Camry sped past, and the zombies caught the scent of a living human. They staggered to their feet to chase, but the car had already left them in the dust.

The young man looked in the rearview mirror, and on the rooftop of the prison building in the distance, an armed helicopter was soaring over the war-torn city, heading towards a distant horizon filled with billowing black smoke.

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

It was a pair of cloudy gray-white eyes.

Quietly situated behind him.

The young man stepped on the brakes, the harsh sound of friction, and turned around. He saw in the blind spot behind the rearview mirror a safety belt tightly fastened around a little girl. She lay silently, perhaps only two or three years old, not much bigger than a cat, with small braids on her head, clutching a doll.

Her face was completely dark, and her mouth opened and closed as purple-red blood flowed from the corner of her lips down to her neck. She gazed fixedly at the young man, and next to her was a blood-smeared woman's bag.

The young man gently closed his eyes.

He could imagine the scene at the time. A husband unwilling to abandon his infected wife and daughter, driving out of the city in search of rescue along the way, and ultimately being bitten to death in the driver's seat. The zombified wife then opened the back door and escaped.

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

Zombies outside the car crowded against it, numbly pounding on the car windows, making muffled thumping sounds. After a while, the young man lowered the barrel, reached out, and snapped the little girl's neck with a crack, leaving her soft body on the back seat.

Instead of tossing the little zombie out of the car, he remained silent for a moment, looking at her, and then stepped on the gas to move forward.

A kilometer ahead, next to a parking building, the yellow sign of a pharmacy was exceptionally conspicuous amidst the smoke.

At the same time, on the second floor of the parking garage.

A large space held more than a dozen bullet-riddled cars, severed zombie limbs scattered on the ground, and alarms blaring one after another. The stench of gunpowder mixed with the pungent odor of decaying flesh, stimulating everyone's nerves intensely.

"We're surrounded by the zombie horde," Yan Hao took off his binoculars, and in a hoarse voice said, "The rear alley is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by a zombie tide, numbering in the hundreds. The adjacent buildings are a hospital, a school, and a supermarket pharmacy, all in the highest level of danger, and we can't cross over using the grappling hook. Ammunition is also running out."

Beside a bio-armor vehicle, several team members were quickly organizing their equipment. Upon hearing this, they turned their heads simultaneously, their gaze revealing a discernible despair.