The distance between the zombies and them was getting closer, and their numbers were increasing rapidly at a visually perceptible speed.

Tang Xiaoquan knew that the time left in reality was running out for him. If he couldn't quickly find a way to escape, death would be the only thing awaiting him and his companions.

His eyes scanning everywhere, Tang Xiaoquan tried to find anything that could cut the hemp rope, because he knew very well that getting rid of his restraints was a prerequisite for any escape plan.

But what left him feeling powerless was that, in his field of vision, aside from the empty streets, there wasn't even a place to hide.

Just when Tang Xiaoquan was feeling frustrated and helpless, the sound of glass shattering interrupted his thoughts.

Looking towards the source of the sound, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but be startled, his eyes narrowing sharply.

It was a floor-to-ceiling glass door on the second floor opposite, near the middle. However, now the glass door was already shattered and destroyed.

Behind the large door, it was crowded with zombies, likely attracted by the sound of the car horn just now.

The brainless zombies appeared unusually excited, unaware of the "danger" ahead of the door, and as they pressed forward fearlessly, a zombie at the front finally fell to the ground floor amidst the "clamor" of its companions.

"Bang!" The body hit the ground, unsurprisingly making a dull sound.

For an ordinary person, even if they didn't die from the fall, it would likely leave them crippled.

But zombies were not ordinary people. As denizens of Hell, unless their brainstem was damaged, even if they turned into mush, it wouldn't affect them at all.

The zombie slowly lifted its head from the ground, its hollow eyes darted around, seemingly sensing something off, but soon it completely forgot about it as the tantalizing prey in the near distance thrilled it again.

Because it landed on its feet, the fall not only broke both of the beast's legs but also pierced through its abdomen, with black blood flowing like a flood through the punctured hole. Just looking from afar was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine, rendering them unable to restrain themselves.

But even so, it didn't stop the creature's thirst for blood. Without legs, it crawled forward with its hands.

With just this, you have to concede there are some things about zombies that humans could learn and admire, at least their relentless pursuit of their goals is something many of us lack.

Only, this poor zombie didn't manage to crawl more than two steps before being buried entirely by another falling body.

It was quite a shocking scene, astonishing almost all the survivors.

Hundreds, no, maybe even more! But that's not the point. The point is the horde on the second floor was rushing out from the shattered door in an astonishing, nearly suicidal manner, one after another.

It's tough to describe this scene in words; the horde kept repeating the squeezing, falling action, and it felt more like they were playing rather than committing suicide.

Watching the zombies fall to the ground, and then crawl up one by one, Tang Xiaoquan felt a trace of despair.

Undoubtedly, faced with such a fearless opponent, bound and without weapons, they had no chance of resistance, so death seemed to be an inevitable outcome for them.

In the apocalypse, death wasn't actually scary; in fact, it could be seen as a kind of release.

However, also in the apocalypse, death comes in many forms, such as suicide due to the harsh realities, dying of hunger and thirst due to lack of supplies, succumbing to illness without medicine, and of course, being murdered ruthlessly by others, and so on.

But, if you talk about the worst, most inhumane death, the one all survivors dread the most would inevitably be being torn apart and bitten to death by zombies.

Because this death not only makes you endure the pain of being dismembered alive, but even in death, you'd carry the burden of roaming the earth as a soulless husk.

"Damn! We're screwed today!" Wang Qiang's face was heavy. Though unwillingness filled him, the harsh reality forced him to accept his fate.

Yeah! Just as Wang Qiang said, the survivors really were in trouble today.

Along the way, they had been through many dangerous situations, each almost riskier than today; yet never had they felt so helpless, so powerless as they did today.

"Damn that Lu Rui! Last time we failed to kill that bastard, it was our misstep!" Wu Chao shouted angrily to the sky, as if only doing so could somewhat alleviate his internal fear and depression.

Among all the survivors, only Dazhuang persisted in struggling because, to him, these zombies were enemies he had an irreconcilable vendetta against. He couldn't stand nor accept just waiting for death.

Yet some things can't be changed just because you want them to or because of perseverance.

In no time, the number of zombies nearly doubled, and Hu Xiaodong's blood, gushing from his injured leg, was like a catalyst, further "motivating" the creatures to press on and on.

"Damn! If only we had a small knife to cut the rope at a time like this!" Wen Quanxin's words mirrored everyone's thoughts.

If only the rope could be cut, even if they couldn't confront the zombies head-on, escape would still be possible for the survivors.

Yet now...

Hu Xiaodong shook his increasingly muddled head fiercely. Due to both self-blame and his injury, his condition was extremely poor at the moment.

"How are you, Hu?"

Evidently, asking about Hu Xiaodong's condition at this critical juncture seemed pointless, so after saying this, Zhao Yunhai couldn't help but sigh.

It had to be admitted, fate was truly making a mockery of him; just half a month ago, it was that young man before him who encouraged him to regain his confidence and live strongly.

Yet now, it was because of this very man that he found himself in a life-or-death crisis.

Of course, Zhao Yunhai wasn't resentful towards Hu Xiaodong; it's just... the reality of having no chance to see his wife and children again, slightly saddened this older man.

But just as Old Zhao was caught up in his myriad emotions, the slightly despondent voice of Hu Xiaodong pulled him back to reality.

"Old, Old Zhao, my, my leg, my leg, you, you lift it, there, there's a knife inside."

His pale face without a trace of redness, yet Hu Xiaodong's words were like a stone falling into the nearly dead pool of the survivors' hearts.

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