62: Chapter 38: Surrounded (Part 1) 62: Chapter 38: Surrounded (Part 1) “Get ready now.
We’re leaving in half an hour.” Tang Zheng said, before turning his back on them and heading to the windows.
He surveyed the street to make sure no surprises were waiting, then returned to his seat on the sofa.
He opened his travel bag to check his items, arranging his essentials within easy reach.
Then, from his bag, he brought out a can of tuna, cutting it open with his Extreme Force folding knife.
He needed to replenish his energy.
The bald man was watching Tang Zheng, swallowing audibly at the sight of the canned tuna.
The others were no different.
It was nearly lunchtime, and everyone was hungry but no one else had any food.
Their backpacks were ditched on the fourth floor of the building and were mostly full of the possessions they had hurriedly stuffed into them these past few days, lacking food or water.
Li Xinlan, Qin Yan, and Lin Weiguo were exceptions.
They also had cans of food.
Lin Weiguo, naturally biased towards his fellow villagers, tossed one to the bald man.
Catching the tossed tuna can, the bald man grinned widely, waving the can at Zhao Jingye.
Then, he quickly sidled over to Lin Weiguo, seating himself next to him.
“Weiguo, you’re really good to me.
I’ll never forget your kindness.”
Lin Weiguo smiled but didn’t respond.
He was certain that Tang Zheng would also distribute the cans among the rest of the group.
As if on cue, Little Tang began to act.
“Hungry?” Tang Zheng asked, chewing on his tuna.
He placed six cans neatly in a row on the tea table.
“These were brought by Sister Xinlan, say thanks to her, and you can take a can.”
Everyone nodded and uttered their thank yous.
They picked up a can each and found a quiet place to sit and eat.
“Little Tang, are we going to depend on this for food in the future?
What if we run out and can’t find more?
We need to hold out for five more days.” The bald man’s mouth was greasy, but he was worried that they were giving away too much food to Zhao Jingye’s group. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on noveⅼfire.net
“We should ration it.
One can could feed three people.”
“Little Tang has already planned everything out.
You don’t have to worry,” Pang Meiqin responded, dismissively.
She moved to sit beside Tang Zheng.
“I can’t eat all of this, you should eat more,” she suggested, pushing her can of tuna towards him.
“I’ve stocked up supplies in the bus, it’s enough.
But next time, in addition to your weapons, you should also carry food and water.
well, you’ll have to fend for yourself.” Tang Zheng refused Pang Meiqin’s kind offer.
Using the canned food, he tempered the tension in the team, issued a warning, and even reduced the weight of the travel bag.
Normally, carrying the bag wouldn’t be a problem for him, but when considering Li Xinlan, he couldn’t help but worry for her.
“Little Tang, can you come over here?
I noticed some zombies that seem different.” Qin Yan, who was always on the lookout, pointed to something on the street.
“Here, look at these zombies.”
“What’s the issue?” Tang Zheng parted the curtain and took the offered binoculars from Qin Yan.
On top of a bus opposite the Oasis hotel, about a hundred meters away on the opposite street, were seven zombies that looked different from normal zombies, and even the special infected known as Hunter Zombies.
They were rotten and covered in scratches, blood and grime, completely typical of zombies.
However, their actions were quite similar to humans.
Two blonde, blue-eyed ‘zombie beauties’, clothed in bikinis, had set up a beach chair and umbrella on top of the bus, casually applying sunscreen on each other.
Another zombie girl, dressed in a nurse uniform, stood on the edge of the vehicle, constantly scanning the surroundings.
Not far from her were two female zombies clad in low-cut, backless black evening gowns, who looked like they were dancing.
I don’t see any special abilities,” Tang Zheng shook his head in dismissal.
“There are more down there, by the side of the bus.” Qin Yan, who had exceptional vision, pointed out.
“I see them, a white zombie cop in body armor, holding an M4A1.
There’s also a nearly three-meter-tall black man, like a variant of a Tank Zombie, ripping through his clothing.
He’s holding two shotguns.” Tang Zheng continued describing these zombies aloud, so everyone could get a clear picture of the threat.
“Based on your impressions, it sounds like these zombies might be even more elusive than the special infected,” Kang Songde looked troubled.
He suggested, “why don’t we wait for them to lose interest and leave before we move out?”
No one responded to his suggestion.
Instead, Zhao Jingye went to the window, took the binoculars from Tang Zheng, and started observing the seven zombies.
His expression became grave.
“The number of zombies coming into the hotel is increasing, they’ll end up discovering us sooner or later.
We can’t just sit and wait around, especially if they launch an attack at night, and there’s a power outage.
How would we survive that?” The bald man shook his head, finding no merit in their situation, “The hotel is already lost.
I don’t want to get trapped in the security room, with no viable escape route.”
“As Tang Zheng said, we need to leave this place, which is our best option right now,” the Bald Man retorted, leaping to Tang Zheng’s defense, “we have to face the problems head-on, and not be afraid.
We’ll just shoot our way out and pave a path to safety.”
“In a bit, Lin Weiguo and I will create a path, the flight attendants should stay in the middle.
Baldy, you’re in charge of the left flank.
The repairman will secure the right.
Zhao Jingye and Kang Songde will cover the rear.
If Sister Qin Yan or Xinlan sees anyone being overwhelmed by zombies, they should assist.
Unless absolutely necessary, the other flight attendants should not shoot.” Little Tang, his can of tuna finished, started organizing the combat plan and formation as his Furious Queen ability cooled down.
“Why on earth am I at the back?
You know I’m the slowest runner.
This setup feels like it’s designed for me to die.
I don’t even have any weapons.” Kang Songde questioned Tang Zheng’s judgement.
His life was on the line, and he’d fight for it, dignity be damned.
How could he possibly fight zombies when he can barely keep up running away?
Everyone turned to Tang Zheng.
It was true that Kang Songde was the slowest one.
His position seemed unfair.
“Every man has to find his place.
This is your choice.” Tang Zheng’s tone was casual, his face stoic.
He showed no signs of remorse or guilt for his decision.
Kang Songde tried to argue, but realized quickly that he didn’t have any other choices.
Both sides had only one man each and would be overwhelmed by the zombie hordes, just like those in the vanguard.
He realized that the safest spot would be to be among the flight attendants.
But to say it aloud would mean facing ridicule and derision from the others.
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