Pengpengpeng. In the rain of bullets, a car shoved away all kinds of debris along the street and moved onto a wider road.
Followed by a group of pursuing zombies, roaring.
"Don't waste bullets."
"Copy that."
The gunshots stopped. Three cars quickly screeched through the street and disappeared into the darkness at the end of it.
This team was made up of Ming Shu and the others.
Captain Fan's team had a total of four people, plus Ming Shu and Ning Le, making it six.
Ming Shu drove her own car. Captain Fan and Ning Le were in one car. The remaining three drove one.
At night, zombies were much slower than in the daytime. It was unknown whether it was because of photosynthesis or other reasons.
In the beginning, they arranged for Ming Shu to drive in the middle. But later Ming Shu fell behind and met some zombies. They didn't have time to adjust the formation, so it was Ming Shu following behind now.
Staring at the zombies in the rearview mirror, Ming Shu sighed a little. "These things are definitely terrible to eat."
Little Beastie was lying on its back among the snacks in the passenger seat, humming.
Are you going to eat them if they're delicious?
"Perhaps in the future... we really will have to eat zombies." These Doomsday's supplies were not enough for her at all.
I won't eat them! You eat them if you want. That's disgusting.
Little Beastie rejected the assumption with arrogance.
Ming Shu glanced at it. "When can you talk?"
She looked so stupid talking to herself.
Little Beastie patted its small belly with its claws.
How am I supposed to know when I can speak?
"Hehe, this is my first time seeing a retrogressive evolution." Ming Shu snorted. Before this little thing could talk, now it can't?
Little Beastie continued its humming.
Don't compare me with anything else, okay? I am unique. I'm incomparable!
Ming Shu formed a big, fake smile. The car suddenly made a sharp turn–kuangdang–and Little Beastie slammed against the window fiercely.
"..."
My poor life as a beast!
The cars in front of them slowed down and finally stopped.
There seemed to be something blocking the way. Captain Fan got out of the car first. He looked around vigilantly, making sure it was safe, then waved for the others to get out.
Ming Shu stuffed the struggling Little Beastie into her pocket and opened the door. She was afraid it would steal her snacks if she left it in the car alone.
"..." Can I eat my master?
"Cars can't go any further. It seems someone has blocked the road."
"Wow." Ming Shu stood on tiptoe to look ahead. The road over there was destroyed, a large pit in the middle, so cars couldn't get through.
Captain Fan glanced at Ming Shu before turning to ask Ning Le, who was leaning against the door, "any other route that we can take to Zhuque Street?"
