Chapter 1135: Chapter 1135
"Oh right, boss, there’s one more thing. As far as I know, one of the Zombies, a Creator, has reached a cooperation with Lin Fan. It’s been looking for the Creator to tell Lin Fan its location, it’s simply a disgrace among Zombies."
"The Zombie in He City."
Professor Jin discovered this by chance.
The Creators are now very difficult to find. It’s not that the Creators don’t like wandering outside, but because there are bad people in the organization who inform the bad ones of their whereabouts.
Therefore, hiding is an unavoidable action.
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The morning sun is so full of hope.
A modified bus is parked on the road. From the outside, there are no figures visible inside until the sunlight gradually covers it, and figures appear inside.
They are all lying down sleeping. Now, as they awaken, they sit up straight.
"It’s great, another day alive."
A survivor looks at the calm outside, sighing.
A middle-aged man with dark skin lightly taps the head of this young survivor, laughing, "What do you mean another day alive, we must always be alive."
"Uncle Hammer, I’m just expressing a little emotion." The young survivor chuckles.
Uncle Hammer claps his hands, "Everyone wake up, get ready to drive. We’re one step closer to the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City. As long as we persist, we can definitely reach it. Don’t easily despair of the road ahead."
He encourages everyone.
The bus carries a total of twelve people, all of whom are survivors of the apocalypse.
There are men and women.
There are no elderly because the survival rate for the elderly in the apocalypse is less than 0.01.
"Uncle Hammer, how far are we from there now?"
"Yeah, I really want to get there soon."
"A real shelter in the apocalypse."
Returning to the driver’s seat, Uncle Hammer takes out a paper map, "We’re close, we’re close, it won’t be long before we arrive."
He doesn’t state the exact distance.
He constantly says it’s close, wanting them to understand that the destination lies ahead. Every moment is filled with hope, don’t give up easily.
This journey has been too difficult.
There have been dangers encountered.
But no great dangers, which is their luck.
All along, he has driven during the day, stopping at night to rest because it’s difficult to see the road conditions at night. Turning on the lights makes them a target, and it’s unnecessary to risk speeding.
The car starts up and heads forward.
The survivors inside the bus look at the desolate environment, feeling a heavy mood as if the smiles have vanished entirely from their faces.
They have witnessed too many terrifying scenes.
Those scenes deeply shock their souls.
Sometimes, when they close their eyes, those scenes flash like slides in their minds.
Trying not to think, unwilling to think, yet they always appear.
Driving, Uncle Hammer glances at the fuel gauge; the tank doesn’t have much gas. Hopefully, the gas station ahead has fuel because many gas stations are completely empty now.
Soon, a gas station appears ahead.
"We’ll need to refuel shortly, everyone be cautious."
Upon hearing they need to refuel.
The expressions of the group turn tense.
Refueling requires getting out of the car, getting out may encounter Zombies, and encountering Zombies might lead to conflict, a truly terrifying challenge for ordinary people like them.
Slowly approaching, the speed gradually slows down.
Driving, Uncle Hammer stands up, takes a piece of pliable metal, ties it to his arm, and picks up a modified baseball bat with nails on the top, preparing to get out of the car.
Everyone cooperates seamlessly.
Someone opens the passage on the roof, climbs up, and watches the surroundings.
Uncle Hammer opens the car door, leads two strong men out, stands still for two or three seconds, and quietly walks towards the fueling area.
"Keep your movements light, be quick."
Uncle Hammer reminds.
The two strong men quickly start refueling, work they’ve done many times before. Although they’re very skilled, they remain cautious in every move.
At this moment, Uncle Hammer notices a silhouette moving in the shop not far away. It’s impossible to be a living person, it must be a Zombie.
Even if it seems there is only one Zombie, it’s enough to shock him into not having any other thoughts.
"Move lightly, there’s a Zombie in the shop, don’t startle it," Uncle Hammer says.
The two strong men nod, becoming even more cautious.
A bird flies from somewhere, lands on the telephone pole, turns its little head, occasionally pecking at the feathers under its wing.
Upon hearing the bird’s chirping, Uncle Hammer’s face changes completely.
Sure enough, the Zombie in the shop is naturally alerted by such a clear sound and quickly rushes out.
Seeing this situation, Uncle Hammer urgently calls for everyone to get in the car.
The Zombie running outside, naturally also sees the humans stealing oil, immediately becoming more ferocious, no longer caring about the chirping bird, directly charging towards the flavorful living humans.
The running speed of a Zombie is no joke, very fast, especially when sprinting, it’s incredibly terrifying.
Uncle Hammer grips the baseball bat, seeing the Zombie approaching, he swings fiercely. With a bang, he hits the Zombie on the head, the force isn’t strong enough to kill the Zombie, and he’s instead knocked to the ground by the Zombie.