Chapter 4 (1/2)

Killing intent appeared in Chu Han’s eyes.

‘How stupid!’

Turning back, he looked at where the voice came from. It was from the ground floor of the boy’s dormitory. Duan Ming had opened the window and was shouting at Chu Han, who stood about a hundred meters away from him. Because of his loud shouting, the zombies, which were previously wandering about aimlessly, now slowly shambled towards Chu Han’s location.

”Chu Han! Help me! I will give you money! My father is…” Duan Ming yelled loudly as he saw Chu Han turn away.

Chu Han didn’t bother to stay behind. Instead, he found a thick patch of vegetation and bent his body, slipping into it. He covered ground fast and vigorously without making any noise. The low bush obscured his figure.

Strutting out in front of a group of zombies was almost akin to suicide.

He didn’t give two s.h.i.+ts about Duan Ming. So what if he was wealthy and his father held a lofty position? Money would be worth nothing soon, and the world would revert to the original era, which exchanged commodity with commodity. Your previous ident.i.ty and occupation meant little in the eschatology.

Duan Ming was overcome by a surge of overwhelming rage upon seeing Chu Han leave decisively. He was shocked by the drastically changed surroundings after the onset of the eschatology, and he was too afraid to open the door. While he was watching Chu Han escape alone, he suddenly recalled the incident in the corridor from yesterday.

Duan Ming saw a glimmer of hope and immediately beseeched Chu Han for aid. Unexpectedly, Chu Han left without even responding!

When Duan Ming was thinking about how to escape and teach Chu Han a lesson, an agitated and scary snarl abruptly drifted into his ears.

*Roar!*

A zombie pressed its face against Duan Ming’s window. Its tongue was soaked with blood, and its rotten gums and teeth were mere centimeters away from him. A foul rotten stench wafted into his nostrils, and an ugly face with vicious pupils entered his vision.

*Bang!* Although Duan Ming was frightened out of his wits, he still managed to shut the window in time!

Fortunately, his reactions were swift, so the zombie was prevented from entering. However, the noise attracted more zombies, and he could see that there were at least 50 zombies congregating outside his window.

Duan Ming locked the window and drew the curtains, attempting to isolate himself from outside. However, much to his dismay, the din made by zombies. .h.i.tting the window persisted. The frequency and intensity of their pounding was increasing by the second, and it now sounded like the high-speed pumping of a machine.

The frenzied beating was interspersed by powerful, bloodthirsty roars; the whole situation was akin to suffering in the depths of h.e.l.l.

Duan Ming was totally at a loss, as he knew the group of zombies would soon break in.

Although the strength of zombies at the first stage was rather weak, 50 zombies smas.h.i.+ng a window together was nothing to scoff at. Like how constantly dripping water eroded stone, the window could only block the zombies for a while.

Most people in the building witnessed the scene as Duan Ming’s plea for help was extremely loud. Upon seeing Chu Han leaving with his backpack slung on his back, the idea to escape from the building unconsciously formed in their minds.

People hesitated when it came to packing their things. It was currently noon; right now, they should be eating chicken legs in the canteen, or sharing a good meal with their girlfriend at a restaurant. However, the eschatology was flung upon them, and there was little food stocked in their dormitory. The need for food caused them to face reality.

The people who shared the same dormitory and weren’t transformed into zombies were more courageous. They observed the situation outside through the crack of their door and, with time, more and more doors were opened. They wielded steel rods, torn from bedframes and many planned to leave with their companions.

Nevertheless, the majority of the people chose to stay at the dormitory and took out their now-useless phones. They attempted to request for aid and report their situation to the police, but it was useless.

The survivors who made it to the corridor on the ground floor were greeted by a shocking scene. They stood there, dazed, as if they were in a dream. Foul-smelling decapitated heads and gooey brain matter littered the dimly lit corridor. Dozens of zombie corpses formed a grotesque line; the severed head of one zombie and the feet of another were connected neatly, striking the survivors with a combination of dread and horror.

Who did it? Who on earth could kill ten zombies in one breath?

Most of the survivors trembled violently, and some weak-willed survivors retched onto the ground.

After following the zombie line, they felt their heads spin upon seeing the words scrawled on the door of room 104. A huge amount of courage was needed to face multiple zombies, yet someone still left them a chance to escape.

Was this Chu Han’s doing?!

No, it couldn’t possibly be Chu Han!

Chu Han didn’t walk to school gate and leave the building; instead, he headed towards the parking lot. He wasn’t foolish enough to travel by foot. During the early period of the eschatology, the road was relatively clear. This meant that a vehicle was the best mode of transportation.

He killed a few zombies on his way before climbing over a bar and pa.s.sing through a shortcut to reach the parking lot. Finally, just as he had hoped, several vehicles were parked there!

There was a red Ferrari 458 and even a G55.

Chu Han felt excited when he caught sight of the G55. The G model ranked among the top ten civilian vehicles in the eschatology due to its strong cross-country ability and toughness. The front b.u.mper was especially st.u.r.dy; it wouldn’t break even after cras.h.i.+ng into a reinforced steel bar.

However, due to its limited capacity, it wasn’t suitable for a team of more than 10 members, so it was ranked below vans and buses.

For now, Chu Han planned to rush to Anluo to pick up his parents. He currently had no intention of forming a team, and since the G55 was more maneuverable than a van, it was the most suitable car for a single person to use.

Chu Han walked up to the driver’s seat and peered through the window, carefully examining the car’s interior. He noticed that the previous owner had kept the interior very clean. There were some adorable decorations and a photo of a boy and a girl.