Undead

Chapter 43

06:08 AM

Early on the third day.

Zhou Rong lay on the eaves of a building. When the eastern horizon turned fish-belly blue, he exhaled deeply, utterly exhausted.

He had only twenty-one bullets left, four hand grenades, one tactical knife, one dagger, one assault rifle, and one sniper rifle.

All the drinking water was gone.

Although he was now at the end of his rope, he had miraculously survived two long nights in the city of the undead. Even Zhou Rong himself felt like some unseen force was blessing him.

But was Si Nan still alive?

As he surveyed the endless sea of zombies, where could Si Nan be hiding in the corners of the city?

Zhou Rong checked his watch; it had been thirty-six hours since Si Nan disappeared.

—Had he already lost all hope, given up, or worse, was he dead?

No, that couldn't be it—although he had no evidence, Zhou Rong inexplicably felt that Si Nan wouldn't be killed so easily. The most likely scenario was that he was unarmed, unable to break through, and gradually losing confidence in 118's return to pick him up. Maybe he was hiding in some corner, wiping away his tears. Or he could be gathering supplies, preparing to travel to the helicopter field on the city's outskirts.

Hang on, Zhou Rong clenched his teeth, forcing himself to sit up.

If there were no results after searching for a full 48 hours, he would take a gamble and head for the airport. He would decide whether to wait there or return to the city and continue the search, depending on the circumstances.

"Hold on," he murmured, unsure if he was talking to himself or the empty air where Si Nan had smiled and waved at him.

"As long as you hold on, we'll meet again."

Zhou Rong tightened the bandage on his left thigh. He had been chased and blocked by the zombie horde, forced to jump from tree to tree. The wound on his thigh, larger than his palm, had stopped bleeding. Although the bandage was now dirty and yellowed, with dark, dried bloodstains, it didn't look too scary at first glance, and fortunately, it didn't affect his movements too much.

Zhou Rong jumped down from the roof with a megaphone, ignoring the approaching zombies just a handspan away. He was about to start shouting when his footsteps suddenly paused.

—In the distance, at the corner of the street, there was a person with their back to him, walking into a hardware store, systematically killing the zombies that had gathered inside the shop.

The person was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and his back was extremely imposing. Zhou Rong assessed the situation and felt that the person might be half a head taller than himself. Not only that, but this person had Tyson-level muscles. Even from this distance, he gave the impression of a mountain moving on flat ground.

There were still survivors?

Zhou Rong pondered for a moment, choosing not to reveal himself, and silently followed.

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"Ah...!"

Romuel rolled over and pinned Si Nan down. "Jane!"

A female Alpha quickly entered the room, pressing Si Nan's leg onto the bed. She cuffed his left hand to the edge of the bed. The entire series of actions was extremely skillful, as if they had been repeated many times over the past day and night.

Si Nan's brows furrowed as he tried to curl his body, letting out a painful roar. Romuel gestured for the woman named Jane to leave the room. Then he straddled Si Nan, suppressing all his struggles, pinching his chin, and shouted, "Noah! Look at me!"