#931 - Chapter 931: The Bewildered Old Huang and Fei Bo
Another round?
It wasn't just Fatty Bo who hesitated; even Old Huang was unsure.
Look at the expressions on your faces. How about this? You two keep watch at the entrance for me. I'll just go in and grab a few motors and come right out. How about that!?
Third Brother chuckled, a confident look on his face.
His suggestion was agreed upon by his two companions.
It was much better if they didn't have to go inside themselves.
No sooner said than done.
Not much sunlight penetrated the building. The original windows were extraordinarily dirty, either from weathering over a long period or from some strange stains, to the point that they blocked out what little sunlight there was outside.
Fatty Bo and Old Huang each stood guard at two different entrances, waiting vigilantly.
The apocalypse had forged all the survivors who had made it to the present day into survival experts; the brainless characters seen in movies were rare.
Someone like Third Brother should be called greedy.
Of course, the person in question didn't think he was wrong.
If he didn't seize such a good opportunity to grab a little more, it would be impossible to enter again once the temperature continued to rise and the zombies became active.
They, these scattered survivors, didn't have drones or anything like that to lure away large groups of zombies.
Opportunities were few, and Third Brother decided not to leave any regrets for himself.
Before long.
He tiptoed further into the building, arriving at the shelves where the motors were stored.
Damn! They're all brand new! They can definitely be sold for a good price!!
Third Brother was so happy that the wrinkles on his face almost looked like a chrysanthemum.
He was making a killing!
Unable to contain his excitement, he quickly clamped a flashlight under his arm, grabbed two targets that caught his eye with both hands, and headed out. He wanted to take the loot out first, then come back in and grab two more!
The motors, weighing thirty to forty pounds, seemed exceptionally light in his hands, as if he were carrying two bags of grain.
In a way, they were!
These motors could be exchanged with Green Source for grain that was no less valuable than those precious metals!
Third Brother didn't dare delay, and he jogged towards Fatty Bo's side faster than he had come.
Screech—
!!?
Suddenly!
A strange cry rang out from behind Third Brother, and at the same time that the hairs on his body stood on end, a chilling and terrifying gust of wind swept in!
Thud—
He only felt himself being pushed down by a great force, and his whole body uncontrollably fell to the messy ground in a dog-eat-dirt fashion.
Who was it!?
Fear surged like a tide. The rolling flashlight on the ground allowed Third Brother to barely see a dark shadow standing in the spot he had been just moments ago!
What kind of figure was that!
Its upper body was naked and pale, its lower limbs were unusually long and thick, and the most terrifying thing was that its face had a jagged mouth!
A mutated zombie!!
It's over!!
The pain in his body couldn't compare to the despair that welled up in his heart. Third Brother felt that even his blood was starting to congeal, and for a moment he forgot to run.
Or rather, he couldn't run.
Screech—
He could be in a daze, but the mutated zombie in front of him wouldn't!
With a scream from its large mouth, it pounced on Third Brother again!
Having not eaten for several months, it had recently awakened, and its body had just regained its original mobility in the past two days, and then it heard and smelled the aroma of food.
Without intelligence, it didn't know if it had the emotion of surprise, but in any case, it was about to start its meal!
Third Brother, who had fallen to the ground, only felt a blur before his eyes, and a terrifying figure appeared in front of him. Then, he felt a numbness on his left cheek, and excruciating pain appeared a fraction of a second later.
Ahhhhhhh!!!
The excruciating pain made him unable to help but let out a scream that he absolutely shouldn't have made!
A large chunk of flesh had been bitten off his left cheek by the mutated zombie, and even his gums were about to be exposed!
Pain, pain, pain!!
But even deeper despair enveloped his heart at the same time.
Being bitten by a zombie meant he was doomed, and the mutated zombie in front of him didn't seem to be planning to let him go, and once again brought its stinking mouth closer...
!!!!!!!!
Hearing the shocking screams coming from Third Brother's direction, Fatty Bo and Old Huang knew that something had happened!
The two looked at each other, and in just half a second, they turned around and ran out!
For Third Brother to make such terrifying screams at this time, there was no need to ask; he must have encountered something extremely terrifying.
Let them go over to save him?
Where would they get that ability!?
It was important to save their own lives!
To be able to survive until now, they relied not on a surge of passion, but on being decisive enough and running faster than others!
Run, run, run!!
The two ran towards the exit without looking back. If Third Brother was okay, he would naturally escape. His loud screams would definitely have awakened the zombies sleeping somewhere here!
Damn it!! There are zombies ahead!!
As soon as Fatty Bo and the other two ran out of the building, they saw several staggering figures rushing out of the other buildings next to them. What else could they be but zombies!?
Run out of the park! We can't be surrounded here!
Old Huang was more decisive. Seeing more and more zombies running out after hearing the sound, he quickly grabbed Fatty Bo and pointed to one of the exits.
This park was enclosed, with only two exits. A good number of zombies had already run out of one of them, so they could only choose the other exit on the right to escape!
Don't panic, they can't catch up to us!
Old Huang was indeed older, and his composure and observation skills were better than Fatty Bo's. After running for a while and seeing that the zombies couldn't catch up, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The zombies were relatively weaker during the day, and in addition, they might not have completely shaken off the cold, so the zombies that came out didn't seem to be able to catch up to them.
Old... Old Huang, look over there!!
Just then.
Fatty Bo's trembling voice entered Old Huang's ears. The latter looked over and saw a pale and slender figure standing at the entrance of the building they had just escaped from. What was terrifying was that it was holding a bloody head in its hand!
Who else could that head be but Third Brother's!
Third Brother was dead!
He died at the hands of a strange zombie!
Mutated zombie!!! Run!!
The scalp on Old Huang's head, which only had sparse hair left, went numb. He stared with terrified eyes and wanted to continue running out.
But the moment he and Fatty Bo turned around, the strange zombie that had been standing there "whooshed" and turned into a blur, pouncing over fiercely!
So damn fast!!
Was it a Swift?
It's over!!!
Encountering this most terrifying type of speed zombie in the wild, the two felt that their luck was so bad.
It was actually a Swift!
Said to be the type that ordinary survivors had the lowest chance of surviving against!
Because they couldn't escape!
If they encountered other mutated zombies such as Exploders, Jumpers, or Spitters, there was still a sliver of a chance to survive, but only this type of zombie was the hardest to shake off!
After running less than twenty meters, the two felt a heavy running sound behind them. The monster was already approaching them!
They didn't know if it was their fate to die.
Almost at the moment they were about to be caught up, a roar appeared in the distance!
The roar of a helicopter!
Why would there be a helicopter at this time?
The question had just flashed through Fatty Bo's mind as he was escaping with all his might, and then he felt a great force coming from behind, pushing him to the ground.
After he rolled around several times like a tumbleweed and stopped, he saw that terrifying figure also pull Old Huang to the ground.
It was the backpack that saved them, protecting them from the Swift's direct attack.
But despair still existed.
They couldn't escape being targeted by this monster!
After interrupting the escape of the two prey, the Swift turned its head to look at Old Huang, and then looked at the roaring sound in the air that was getting closer and closer, as if it was hesitating about something.
What's going on?
What exactly is going on?
Beside him was a terrifying mutated zombie, but in the distance, a helicopter with a familiar pattern was approaching.
Old Huang didn't know what expression he should have at this time.
(End of chapter)
