The iron rod was not bad. Even though it was broken, the cut was sharp.
There was no more suitable weapon than the iron rod. Tang Ling gripped it tightly without a second thought.
After the massacre, his mind seemed to have cleared up a little. He knew that given the current situation, it was impossible for him to return to the Safety Sector. The thick forest was relatively safer.
The obsession in his heart drove him to go back one more time. Even if he could not find his grandmother, he had to find his sister.
As for after that?
Safety Sector No. 17 would never allow the zombies to roam freely. As long as the settlement's environment remained relatively safe, there would always be someone to make the place prosperous again.
Tang Ling's mind was clear, but his heart was rumbling with indescribable pain and rage.
He ran as fast as he could. The zombies also gathered towards Tang Ling from all directions. No one could explain their ability to chase after fresh meat. It was similar to how sharks in the sea were sensitive to fresh blood.
With the experience of killing a zombie while he was sober, Tang Ling had a strong learning ability, so it was not difficult for him to kill the second one. Moreover, he had a handy weapon in his hand.
Therefore, as he ran, the second, the third … More and more zombies died in Tang Ling's hands.
If he was clumsy at first, by the time he killed the seventh zombie, Tang Ling was already very familiar with it.
He attacked the zombie's weakness directly, piercing through its eyes and the moment the zombie pounced on him.
It was an art of precision. Unfortunately, no one in the empty Safety Zone was able to appreciate the young man's amazing combat talent.
Puk! He pulled the iron rod out from the zombie's head. Tang Ling was already panting heavily. There were countless zombies in the area, and his Precise Instinct could not transform into endless stamina to save him.
However, Tang Ling still ran numbly. After losing his grandmother and sister, life and death were nothing to him, but he was not willing to die just like that.
Moreover, the rage in his heart was burning him. The familiar heat was already exploding in his limbs and bones and it started to gather towards his heart.
Tang Ling knew that the strange state was about to start. With a little more rage, he would turn into the killing machine that he was that night.
As a matter of fact, God must be toying with him all the way here. The zombies that he killed were all people who once treated his family with kindness.
How could he not be angry? How could he not be sad?
"More?" Tang Ling was expressionless, but his eyes were getting colder. "Another one?"
He was less than 200 meters away from the edge of the forest. Based on how densely packed the zombies were, he could no longer fight his way out.
His precise instinct told him that if he ran less than 20 meters in that direction, he would be surrounded by more than five zombies from all directions.
Transforming was his only hope.
The funny thing was, did he have to look forward to this hope? Or should he just die and be free?
The cold iron rod was slippery and covered in the blood of the zombies. God soon gave Tang Ling a choice. An excited roar of a zombie chased after Tang Ling.
He instinctively turned around and raised the iron rod in his hand, but his hands started to tremble uncontrollably.
The zombie before him seemed to be very lucky. It should not have suffered too much pain when it was alive before it died.
Therefore, its clothes were still clean, and the signs of decay were not too serious, except for the fatal wound on its right shoulder.
The zombie looked exactly the same as when it was alive.
Looking at it, Tang Ling's mind felt like it was going to explode. However, other than the excitement of finding a meal, the zombie did not show any emotions. It lowered its body and threw itself at Tang Ling without a second thought.
The wind with a rotten stench blew again, and it also blew pieces of memories that could not be erased away.
In Tang Ling's memories, the whole era was gray.
However, the time he spent with his grandmother and sister was a warm yellow, like the gentle sunlight in the morning.
The only time that he spent with his grandmother and sister was in a warm yellow, like the gentle sunlight in the morning.
"Why is your face so dirty? Ouch, it's torn here … "A clean handkerchief brushed across his face. Her soft hands were filled with pity as she gently placed it on the wound.
Her breath was sweet, and her smile was like the blue butterfly flowers that bloomed in the countryside. The sincere heartache and pity in her eyes were like a clear lake that drowned Tang Ling in an instant.
It was the evening when Tang Ling was 13 years old. It was the first time his heart raced.
Little Ye, the extremely simple name, was branded in his heart from then on.
Later on …
The thought only lasted for a moment, and the zombie was already less than 5 meters away from Tang Ling. The familiar eyes in the teenager's dream were gone, but they were no longer as clear as the lake and the flower-like smile.
All that was left was a pair of grayish-white merciless eyes and a frenzied and greedy expression.
Tang Ling raised the iron rod in his hand. Hot sweat rolled into his eyes, burning them and blurring his vision.
"I'm going to the Seventh Camp of the settlement tomorrow." Panting heavily, Tang Ling stood helplessly in front of the door as he watched Little Ye pack up her things one by one.
When Tang Ling heard that she was moving out from next door, he could not control himself, but he could not get any information out of her. Even his grandmother, who told him the news, did not say anything.
All he could do was sigh.
"Why are you leaving?"
"Because girls need to rely on their partners when they grow up. From tomorrow onwards, I'm Hook of the Seventh Camp …" She looked up at him. Her big eyes were still bright, but Tang Ling could not tell if she was calm or sad.
Tang Ling broke the door frame, and the wooden spike stabbed his hand, but he did not notice it. Hooker? The bully who had the authority to distribute drinking water in the settlement.
Little Ye stood up and walked closer to Tang Ling.
Her soft lips landed on Tang Ling's forehead.
A split second later, she left, but when she turned around, she left Tang Ling with one last smile.
Splat! The sharp iron rod plunged into the zombie's eye. It was only a short battle, but the precision had become Tang Ling's instinct.
Even though his vision was blurry, he pulled the iron rod out.
As he pulled the iron rod out, a drop of sweat or tear rolled down from the corner of his right eye. Sorrow started to spread from his fingers.
Huff, huff … Tang Ling panted like a wild beast. He was not that tired, but he felt like he could not breathe. It was the first time in this cruel and cold era that he felt so depressed.
He did not even have a place to put his memories.
"After you went to the Seventh Camp, I've never been there again. Although I miss you sometimes. "It was meaningless to tell the zombie, but Tang Ling wanted to say it.
If he said it out loud, the memories that he had nowhere to put would at least leave a mark on the young man's heart, would it not?
Fortunately, the tidal wave of sorrow only lasted for a moment. In the next moment, the exploding heat from his heart drowned Tang Ling.
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