571 Fragile (1/2)

Chapter 571: Fragile

Translator: _Min_Editor: Rundi

The most prosperous area east of the city center was filled with deafening car horns.

The not-so-wide street was congested by a long line without end. Without realizing the situation in the front and no cell phone reception, people could only use their horn and curse to express the dissatisfaction in their mind.

”Could people in the front be faster! What the fu*k are you doing!” A truck driver looked out the window and cursed at the people in the front.

The traffic didn't make any advancements. The man walked out of the car, leaned against the door to peak at the surrounding and began to chat with the driver in the car next to him.

”Sh*t, when will the traffic end?”

”Hopefully not tomorrow. Do you know what happened in the front?”

”Only God knows, there is no cell phone reception, no internet, my wife is still waiting for me at home. Fu*k, this is so unlucky, did a congestion like this ever happen here?”

”I think… no. Wait, there was a traffic jam a year ago.”

”I heard a plane crashed in the east side of the city, perhaps it is because of that.” Another driver joined their conversation.

”Ah ha, that was a plane? I thought it was a meteor… Regardless, please don't land in my backyard.” Leaning against the car window, the truck driver muttered while cursing.

Right now, there was a violent explosion from the distance. People subconsciously ducked down before they returned to their casual conversation.

The war has lasted for half a year already and the explosion and firing never stopped at MLL Island. They would scream in the beginning, now the most they would do was to duck down. People grow into habits; once they can't change the situation, they become accustomed to life in the war.

”The guerillas are firing again?”

”Those lunatics that don't want to live… Wait, what is that?” The man leaned against the car door and suddenly noticed the commotion on the road in front of him, he began to furrow.

Someone was racing.

No, a group of people was racing. They ran in between the vehicles, stepped onto windshields, and dove toward people.

Their face was…

Covered in blood!

Realizing something was clearly wrong, the man locked the door, took a few steps back while hesitating, and then gritted his teeth and began running at full speed. Everyone began to run to avoid the lunatic that bit anyone he saw.

There were waves of screams and the congested road turned into a complete mess. The drivers reluctant to leave their car either curled up or stepped down on the gas. While a lot of people saw Resident Evil before, when everything became a reality, their first reaction was being clueless.

Are they really zombies?

Are they died or alive?

Once they exhibited similar hesitation, only death awaits.

The truck driver anxiously closed the car window, but the half opened window was stuck by a hand reaching in.

While he cursed out, he turned his steering wheel while smashing the bloody hand. At the same time, he pressed on the gas.

The truck demolished the BMW in the front and pushed it forward two meters without being able to move a inch further.

The driver's face was pale white. Only now did he realize how stupid of a decision he made to stay in the car with a bunch of bloodthirsty people leaping toward him.

The lunatics with blood on their faces already surrounded him.

The driver put the steering wheel in front of his chest, watched the windshield slowly crack, and his pants began to be stained with a yellow liquid.

And then, he used the corner of his eye to see that the taxi driver just chatting with him was dragged out from the broken windshield. He was crying and shouting the name of God and his daughter, then his neck was bitten off by the zombie…

…

The City K, a row of police cars lined the bridge that spanned across the river. Police with shields guarded in front of the blockade while attempting to stop the crowd from passing the river.

The east side of the city had completely lost the cellular and electricity grid, but because the police used the city line, the control system was not in chaos, only everyone's brain was in chaos.

Compared to the civilian who knew nothing, they acquired firsthand information from the front line.

The crashed plane carried an unknown virus and the status of the infected was unknown. The known symptom was that the infected would turn insane and attack any non-infected target. The entire east side of the city was covered under the gloom of the virus. To prevent the virus from spreading to the west, they established temporary inspection stations on the bridges that spanned the river.

Of course, the police force at the front line didn't know the truth behind it.

The only order they received was to block this bridge and prevent anyone from passing through. And the riot that happened in east side of the city was the action of the rioters. To prevent rioters from mixing with the crowd and entering the west side of the city, they were ordered to block any passage to the west before the security force took control of the situation.

But their superior didn't precisely tell them how to take care of the situation.

This included if they should fire against zombies?

Fire? They are all civilians, even if their brain was poisoned by the virus, they could still move, that meant they are not died! Against unarmed civilians and firing at their own citizens, who could bear the consequence! Especially what if they discovered a better problem solving solution after the fact? Such as an antidote.