No zombie could stand in front of him.
Swinging the Frostmourne in his hand, flesh and blood fell off, silvery white and pristine as it returned to its sheath.
Carrying the bundle of tied-up books, he walked leisurely.
A certain supermarket.
Several survivors were gingerly picking up supplies, their expressions alert and panicked. In today’s chaotic world, finding supplies was truly difficult, and the dangers one needed to confront were unimaginable.
All these survivors were male.
The youngest were in their twenties, and the oldest were just over forty.
A car waited silently outside the supermarket.
They were a team of survivors, where those who drove were typically the ones with status in the team, while those scavenging for supplies were the tool people, or bait, so to speak.
Inside the supermarket, a middle-aged man gasped for breath, picking up one item after another. When he saw a box of biscuits, they were his daughter’s favorite kind.
His name was Cao Yan. Before the apocalypse, he had a happy family and a lovely, sensible daughter. At the onset of the apocalypse, they were eating breakfast in a small shop. Who could have imagined that suddenly, the crowd went mad, biting and wrestling each other down? He witnessed his wife turn into a zombie before his eyes.
His mind went blank, until his daughter’s crying woke him up, and he quickly fled with her in his arms.
For him, that moment was like the end of the world. Stumbling and running while chased by zombies, he reached a restaurant, where he and his daughter hid in a room and ultimately survived.
Now, he was out looking for supplies just like the other survivors. If he didn’t contribute to the team, he couldn’t stay there with his daughter. If they were outside, they would face endless hordes of zombies, an undoubtedly impossible situation for survival.
Cao Yan tensed up; he thought he heard the disturbing sound of zombies, the ’hehe’ noise that only they could make.
He looked at the others; everyone was still collecting supplies as if they hadn’t heard it.
He looked towards the source of the sound, right up ahead, behind a slightly ajar door, which led into a pitch-black darkness. The noise seemed to be coming from there.
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
The door blew open, the sound of the hinges grating was piercing in the silent atmosphere.
From the darkness, a figure emerged—not a person, but a zombie, covered in sticky blood with a ferocious appearance and a bloodthirsty mouth, assaulting his brain.
"Zom... Zombie." Cao Yan, chilled with fear, took off running, dropping all the supplies in his hands except for the biscuits as he fled. He wanted to bring his daughter’s favorite biscuits back to her.
The roars were incessant.
It wasn’t just one zombie behind that door but many more. Seeing fresh flesh, the zombies’ primal ferocity completely erupted, charging at them like rabid dogs.
Instantly, the scene was chaotic.
A young man ran in panic. Even though he was fast, the zombies were faster and knocked him to the ground. The young man struggled and screamed, accompanied by his blood-curdling cries.
The frenzied tearing and biting of the zombies were unimaginable, and in the blink of an eye, blood sprayed like a fountain, staining the ground red.
Cao Yan’s eyes bulged as if they would burst from the horror before him. The images flashed in his mind: the howling, the screaming, and the roaring.
"I can’t die, I can’t die, my daughter is waiting for me."
Thinking of his waiting daughter, he ran towards the outside like a madman.
The van parked outside was ready to go at any moment, with survivors waiting for those who could still make it out.
Seeing the van hadn’t left, he saw a glimmer of hope, clawed at the door, and was just about to get in when someone stopped him.
"Your hand is bleeding; you’ve been bitten."
Cao Yan looked at his hand, which indeed was bleeding.
"No, no, that’s impossible, I couldn’t have been bitten, could I?"
The survivors inside the van kicked Cao Yan to the ground, urging the driver to hurry.
"Drive, drive now, he’s been bitten, there’s no saving him."
The driver floored the accelerator.
As he watched the van drive away, Cao Yan despaired completely.
The zombies’ roars came from the supermarket, along with screams that frightened him to get up and run. He didn’t want to die here, didn’t want to become a zombie.
Zombies jumped down from upstairs, crashing to the ground. Seeing the living flesh, they howled and gave chase.
Lin Fan reached a crossroads and saw the green light, about to cross the road, when a van zoomed by in a flash, narrowly missing him. The distance between them was not far, even quite close.
If he had moved forward just a step earlier.
He might have been hit by the van, a scene so terrifying that losing limbs was a real possibility.
He heard a shout and looked in the direction of the sound, where a figure stumbled and fell.
Lin Fan let go of the book strap and stepped out, a blur of motion flying past, moving so fast the naked eye couldn’t catch it. The dirty pavement seemed to be swept by a gust of wind as dust erupted into the air.
With the fallen books hitting the ground, Lin Fan had already appeared in the distance.
A flash of silver appeared.
The zombie about to reach Cao Yan was instantly cleaved in two.
More zombies howled and pounced towards Lin Fan. These zombies were mindless, thoughtless, driven solely by the urge to tear ferociously into the flesh before them.