In such a narrow space, using an iron shovel to fight against six zombies at the same time?!
Not to mention a thin man holding a girl in his arms, even a properly trained soldier in the army may not be able to escape unscathed. This situation is like a big mouse with a small mouse facing several big cats eyeing covetously.
Can the mouse win against the cats? The answer is no.
If it was a master like Feng Yuan, he can easily eliminate them with a raise of his hand, but for the man who is a pitiful ordinary person, zombies are like tireless steel behemoths, an abyss that they can't cross.
"Dad, I'm so scared, will we be eaten by them like mom?"
The little girl looked at the zombies in front of her, her face was pale with fear, her whole body was trembling, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's neck, and she pulled harder.
"No, Dad is here, don't worry, we will escape."
The man narrowed his eyes, not looking at the girl, but staring at the zombies in front of him. He tightened the iron shovel in his hand, the wooden handle was rough and cold, and also stained with blood. In the past few hours, he kept killing zombies, so that blisters appeared on his hand, and the blood flowed out after the blisters burst due to friction.
Now he was poles apart from the weak appearance when he met the zombies before, his face was full of bravery and fearlessness, but his eyes couldn't hide the deep despair and unwillingness.
Accustomed to struggling at death's door, like a mouse living humbly under the control of others, he has long forgotten the word courage.
When did he start to forget? Right, it was after witnessing his lover being eaten by a group of zombies that he became like this.
This was a happy little family, his lover came back from work, the man smiled and watched her come back, but at this time, the virus came, a group of zombies rushed out and pressed her down, drowning her in an instant. She cried, he asked for help, hoping that the pillar of the family would come like a god to save her. But, the man was scared. Just like how most people reacted when they witnessed all of this. At that time, his back felt as if it was pressed tightly against an iceberg, and he was frozen to the point of being at a loss for what to do. When he recovered from his shock, it was already too late. His beautiful and virtuous wife from all those years ago had already transformed into numerous disgusting and shattered pieces of flesh.
Cowardice was a label that men labeled themselves, and self-blame made this negative emotion even more majestic. There was nothing he could do when his neighbor was killed and his friend's wife and daughter were humiliated. If he didn't even dare to save his wife, how could he have the courage to care about others? This sentence was his way of escaping from his mistakes. All he could do was live like a mouse every day, lowly, lowly, and begging for a little bit of food.
If he was alone, perhaps he would have committed suicide long ago. But he couldn't die, because there was something in his heart that he couldn't let go of — his daughter.
His daughter was his only hope for survival in this apocalyptic world!
But today, the last glimmer of hope was about to be shattered. He was too tired. Every time he waved his arms, he felt as if they were about to break. If it wasn't for the obsession in his heart, he might have collapsed long ago.
"It's all my fault for not having the ability to make you suffer. If there's a next life, I'll repay you." After another round of counterattacks, the man's strength had been completely depleted. His eyes were filled with sorrow and tears of guilt fell from his eyes as he looked at his daughter. From his blurred vision, he looked at the hateful zombies, and a crazy thought suddenly rose in his heart: I'd rather die than leave them with a trace of flesh and blood.
He turned around and exerted force with his left foot, intending to jump off the building.
But just as his left foot stepped on the guardrail, the sound of a knife cutting into flesh came from behind him, forcing him to stop. He couldn't help but curiously look back.
For a professional like Feng Yuan, ordinary zombies were like paper paste, they had no resistance at all!
Immersed in the excitement of getting food, they didn't feel the danger falling from the sky at all. Some just turned their heads, some just screamed sluggishly. Before they had any time to block or resist, Feng Yuan's axe had already descended on their heads.
Ordinary zombies' heads weren't hard, they simply couldn't block this overbearing blow. With a "bang" sound, the zombie's skull was slanted with a dirty blood mark, and half of its head was directly disappeared. Faintly rolling in mid-air, there were some concave and convex circling organs, and that was the brain tissue.
Fierce attack, one hit kill. Seeing their companions die, the remaining zombies reacted. But they weren't afraid, they were only limited to the madness of food. Their tyrannical howls and screams thoroughly aroused the most tyrannical cruelty in their bones.
But would Feng Yuan give them a chance? In the eyes of ordinary people, the existence that was difficult to surpass was at best just a moving and jumping toy in his world. Two years of killing, already let him practice the fastest way to kill zombies. In the blink of an eye, the zombies that covered the balcony were all killed.
"God finally showed his power." Panting heavily, looking at the last zombie that fell not far from him, the man's tense nerves finally relaxed, and suddenly collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, he still had some consciousness, so he carried his daughter in his chest, and didn't fall to the ground in a sorry state like him.
"Benefactor, thank you." Escaping from death, the man kneeled on the ground, his dried up tears at this time, big drops fell to the ground, choking with sobs as he said thank you.
Feng Yuan had seen this kind of scene no less than a hundred times. Human life became the cheapest consumable in the apocalypse, even if they survived today, what about tomorrow? What about the future? Even as a professional, he had a feeling of powerlessness, let alone an ordinary person with a family.
Feng Yuan was not a fallen person, in the general environment of order, he was known by others. At this time, he wanted to comfort the man, but when he glanced at the little girl in the man's arms, his body suddenly trembled, and he somewhat lost his composure.
In the next second, Feng Yuan's hand flashed, and suddenly grabbed the little girl. The man wanted to snatch back, but the strength of the other party was simply too great, the force produced in an instant dragged the little girl over. His daughter was taken away, making the man forget everything, he struggled to get up, and wanted to regain his only hope, but he was directly kicked to the ground, immediately like being struck by lightning, his internal organs almost shifted, and with a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, Feng Yuan's kick was not merciful.
"Wuwuwu, bad guy. Don't hit daddy, wuwuwu. " Looking at the father who was covered in dirt and spat out a mouthful of blood, the little girl cried out hoarsely. She desperately twisted her body, trying to escape from the arms of the "bad guy".
"Give her back to me." The man struggled to sit up, one of his trembling hands stretched forward, trying to find his hope, and his mouth was mixed with blood and tears, sobbing.
Ignoring the man's pleas, at this time, Feng Yuan stared at the little girl in his arms with an expression of seeing a ghost. It was the little girl who declared that she was a bad guy, her face was ashen, her pupils were white, and even her heart had stopped beating. How was this a human … she was simply an infected zombie.
But the strange thing was that the other party's voice was still clear, and even her expression was full of humanity. Aside from her appearance, she was simply a real girl.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Feng Yuan finally reacted, he first asked someone to treat the injuries of the pleading man, and then said to the recorder on the side, "Inform order, a major incident has been discovered in Area A, zombies have human emotions … Preliminary analysis, the zombies are very likely to have undergone the third genetic mutation!"
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