Undead

Chapter 45

Zhou Rong stood on an overpass, one hand cradling Si Nan and the other holding binoculars, his lips twitching slightly.

The highway leading to the airport had become bustling overnight, filled with a continuous tide of zombies heading south, extending all the way to the distant civilian airport, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Unless they had wings, it was absolutely impossible to cross this terrifying zombie horde and steal a helicopter.

"We need to drive south," Zhou Rong rubbed Si Nan's face gently, consulting him like a gentleman, "Do you have any objections, Comrade Xiao Si?"

Si Nan remained in a half-drowsy state, cuddling Zhou Rong's neck.

Zhou Rong smiled with satisfaction and said, "Very good. The action plan is unanimously approved... Comrade Rong is quite democratic."

There was even more supplies in the SUV than Zhou Rong had imagined, to the point where he was somewhat surprised. If they traveled south at a normal speed, the food in the car would be enough for them to eat until they reached the South China Sea, and even the picky Comrade Xiao Si wouldn't have any objections.

Zhou Rong laid a blanket down in the back seat, gently laid Si Nan on it, and removed Si Nan's clothes to examine his wounds.

Si Nan's body was covered with numerous small scars, too many to count. Some of them were soft tissue injuries on his abdomen and limbs, and it was difficult to distinguish whether they were from violent interrogation or combat. His wrists and elbows were particularly gruesome, and Zhou Rong recognized them as injuries caused by electric shocks. He was infuriated.

Why would anyone torture him like this?

Who would carry an electric shock device with them in this apocalyptic world?

Zhou Rong dampened a towel, warmed it with his body temperature, and carefully wiped Si Nan's entire body. Si Nan, in a half-dreamy and half-awake state, was very docile. He was too exhausted, and even when the towel passed over his throat, heart, and other vital areas, he only symbolically avoided it a couple of times before letting Zhou Rong hold him silently.

As the sky gradually darkened, the dimly lit car became filled with the sweet and fragrant scent of Omega pheromones. This stimulation made Zhou Rong's body respond with alternating hardness, so much so that he wished he could make a mistake. He took a deep breath, bit Si Nan's neck hard without breaking the skin, then wrapped Si Nan tightly in a roll with the blanket. At this moment, he felt as noble as Liu Xiaohui, who could give her a run for her money.

But the semi-conscious Si Nan didn't appreciate Zhou Xiaohui's "nobility" and even struggled a little when he was wrapped up, closing his eyes and looking a bit dissatisfied.

Zhou Rong bent down to rummage through the rear compartment of the car, looking for something easy to digest to feed Si Nan. Suddenly, in a corner crack, he saw a backpack.

He didn't turn on the interior light for fear of attracting the zombie horde, so he used a flashlight to carefully inspect the contents of the backpack. Inside, he found two dismantled firearms and ammunition, a knife, batteries, gloves, and some documents, including false identification with names and birthdays.

Zhou Rong's gaze fell on the face of the person in the identification, and he felt an increasingly strong sense of familiarity. He carefully examined the ID for a moment with the flashlight, and then it suddenly dawned on him where the familiarity came from.

It was the former Vice President of the United States!

Before he was transferred to the 118th Confidential Unit, this person had visited with the delegation!