The day began beautifully.
Zhou Yang was in a very pleasant mood. Having resolved a small conflict, he had never felt this relaxed. In his view, vengeance only cultivates endless hatred. Solving the problem would make everything perfect.
Could adults really hold grudges like children?
He was chatting with Tan Qing near the vehicles, waiting for other companions. His former subordinate, Xiao Hong, who was also an Awakener and a Speed Awakened.
Originally planning to patrol outside together, who would have thought that Xiao Hong had gone on to become a teacher, saying she wanted to teach the children knowledge.
That was indeed a curious thing.
During the casual conversation, Zhou Yang saw Feifei, carrying her school bag, and greeted her proactively. There was no other intention; he just wanted Tan Qing and the others to see that his relationship with Feifei was not as complicated as they imagined.
"Feifei, good morning."
Zhou Yang called out with a smile.
Feifei, who was on her way to school with Tingting, heard that familiar voice. Remembering last night’s situation, she was genuinely afraid of being completely stared at by Zhou Yang.
Since more survivors had started arriving at the shelter, Uncle Lin hardly looked after her anymore and didn’t buy her test papers, which to her was the most blissful thing.
But now, another ’old 6’ appeared, thinking about buying her books and test papers. How could she tolerate such a thing happening?
If time could be turned back.
She would definitely not get angry about Zhou Yang kicking her out of the group. In fact, she would have applauded, chanting loudly.
Uncle Zhou did a good job.
I am a child, children shouldn’t be in adults’ groups. You don’t have to kick me out; I would leave the group willingly.
Really, if only it could be reversed.
She would definitely do so.
"Tingting, let’s go quickly; let’s pretend we didn’t hear anything." Feifei pulled Tingting and quickened her pace while twisting her head the other way, pretending to see something and exclaimed, "Wow, what is that over there? It looks so beautiful."
Tingting looked in the direction Feifei was pointing.
She saw nothing particularly beautiful.
"There is nothing there."
"There is, there is, really there is!"
Feifei’s performance was spot-on, whether it was her language or expressions, she had reached the level of a children’s Oscar-winning actor. If it were a peaceful era, she would definitely have become an excellent young actress.
As they gradually walked further away.
Zhou Yang said to Tan Qing with a laugh, "Children are easily distracted by other things. Last night I brought a gift to her house, that child is really polite."
Tan Qing and the others looked at Zhou Yang and then at the two small fading figures.
Just nodded their heads.
Perhaps you’re right.
In the wilderness far from Huang City.
A dark figure walked on the desolate road.
That figure was clad in dark War Armor, which seemed to contain a dazzling glow on the text at the back, illuminating the shadows around him wherever he went.
Officer Huang stopped in his tracks, sniffing the air and looking towards the distance as if sensing something, and a low growl emanated from his throat.
Officer Huang raised his hand, lowered his face shield into place, fitting it perfectly, completely covering his face.
He began to run, picking up speed.
Faster even than the Speed Evolved Zombies.
If anyone saw him, they would exclaim...
This is the Black Flash.
So powerfully imposing and cool.
A school bus, retrofitted, was surrounded by zombies.
The zombies roared savagely, constantly clawing at the bus, trying to pull out the people inside to devour them voraciously.
Humans were an irresistible lure to zombies.
The bus’s windows had been modified with iron grills; ordinary zombies could hardly tear them down.
Its tires were also specially modified.
Basically, this modified school bus could move unobstructed in the post-apocalyptic world, as long as it didn’t encounter any Evolutionary Zombies.
Now, the survivors inside the bus were frantic, the siege by the zombies outside had started to shake the bus.
Some survivors opened the sunroof, climbed onto the roof.
Armed with similarly modified weapons.
They continuously stabbed at the zombies’ heads with skilled movements, clearly well-practiced; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been so efficient.
The early stages of the apocalypse had passed.
Survivors who had made it this far rarely panicked when facing zombies, unless they were those who had been well protected from the start and had never experienced the oppression of zombies.
Such people might exist, but they were definitely not numerous.
If one were looking for such people, then many could probably be found in the Sunshine Shelter.
"How is it? Can the bus start? If we keep this up, we might be in danger."
A brawny man, holding a sharpened iron spike, decisively plunged the tip into a zombie’s head. With a "pu-chi" sound, a crisp noise could be heard, as if splitting open a bone.
The bus driver, a seasoned veteran with thirty years of experience, could drive smoothly under any road condition, absolutely without any issue.
"It seems not to work. There’s a problem with the engine. We definitely need to get off to fix it."
The driver, perturbed by the situation, looked somewhat pale.
He knew that if the vehicle couldn’t move and stayed here, they would attract even more zombies with their noise.
Should that happen...