Chapter 791: Chapter 776: A Leaf-Like Boat (Part 4)
"Damn! What do you mean I want to die, and you want to live? Am I that reckless? Go out? Is my brain freaking drowning!"
Wang Zhongyu’s words made Wen Quanxin realize that the other person hadn’t gone mad. In fact, not only was he sane, but he also found hope for survival, which made him extremely excited, speaking harshly and passionately.
In the front seat, Wang Zhongyu shook his head, feeling like he had become the villain. However, regardless, Wen Quanxin stopped his suicidal action after hearing the noise behind him. This also made Wang Zhongyu breathe a sigh of relief.
No time to chatter with the latter, he placed the hand-held radio back on the passenger seat, sat quietly, and pressed his ear against the right car window glass, patiently listening to the sounds outside.
"Grunt, grunt!" Zombies dragged their legs on the snowy road, continually making the sound of snow being tossed around. Outside the car, the scene seemed like the rush of people waiting at major railway and bus stations during the Spring Festival travel season.
The zombies’ movement was so slow, despite the distant firelight and frequent explosive noises being very tempting. However, it seemed that the virus inside these beasts wasn’t as excited and lively as when controlling the body to shake the container truck before.
It appears that unless zombies distinctly have food as a prerequisite, they will not unleash their potential physique. Otherwise, they will maintain their general lazy wandering state most of the time.
Waiting is boring, especially in this eerie and oppressive atmosphere where people easily lose patience due to fear and tension, leading to incorrect actions.
Wang Zhongyu put his hand on the car key several times, wanting to turn it and start the car.
But luckily, reason in his brain pulled him back every time. To prevent himself from conducting actions that would doom his life, he boldly lifted a corner of the cloth on the side window, diverting his attention to observing the zombies’ actions progress.
And sure enough, this act unexpectedly led him to the aforementioned insight.
Although he couldn’t ascertain if his judgment was correct, at least it was a conclusion derived from analyzing survival practice.
About half an hour later, through the corner of the window, the legs and feet on the ground went from initially continuous to now not seeing a single one for a long time.
Thus, Wang Zhongyu determined his chance had arrived. To be safe, he leaned over and pulled open a large gap in the car front window sun visor, and indeed, as he anticipated, the formerly densely packed alley now only had a few straggler elderly zombies without direction.
"Wen Quanxin, sit tight, we’re going to drive out." Wang Zhongyu could only ascertain the situation inside the alley, unable to know the external condition, which might still be a zombie tide, but they had only one shot—if missed, and the zombies returned, it would be too late to charge out.
To ensure a good view and sufficient impact, Wang Zhongyu abandoned the thought of reversing out of the alley. Though seemingly reverse-driving could avoid the zombie army, as mentioned before, who can guarantee there aren’t zombies gathered outside the alley?
So if going forward, even if encountering a zombie tide, there’s still a slim chance of breaking through using the vehicle’s momentum for collision, whereas the reversal...
Wang Zhongyu didn’t think further because his brain decisively issued the command to start the car, fastened the seatbelt, turned the key.
The familiar engine roar rang out again—a noise normally annoying, yet at this moment so melodious.
Wen Quanxin tightly gripped the handle inside the cabin, his numerous near-death experiences telling him that collisions are inevitable.
The container truck smoothly drove out of the alley, and the elderly zombies inside posed no obstacle to the escaping survivors.
However, this luck was only temporary. As Wang Zhongyu just drove out of the alley corner, he heard deep roaring sounds from the nearby street.
"Oh my god!" Wang Zhongyu nearly cried out in shock at the massive number of zombies crowding the street. Given his previous observation was merely a fleeting glance through the corner of the window, unlike now facing the zombie army head-on.
Speaking of zombie tides, Wang Zhongyu wasn’t encountering them for the first time. Recognized as the team’s skilled driver, he had accompanied Old Xu and others on various outings and faced tides like this on multiple occasions.
But no matter how many times he’s experienced it, the innate sense of awe and terror has never changed.
The container truck’s roaring engine certainly caught the zombie army’s attention, with dozens of zombies near the street entrance reacting first. Their low growls were signals of impending attack, waving arms signifying their zombie virus rapidly triggering the body’s potential.
The zombies moved as analyzed previously: once confirming food’s presence, they shook off the dazed, aimless image. The running state of zombies confirmed Wang Zhongyu’s judgment.
Wang Zhongyu had no time for pride over his judgment, preferring it were nonsense, sparing him the ordeal of facing zombies approaching from all sides.
Due to the virus overtaking their nervous systems, zombies lacked pain and fatigue senses, meaning their running speed significantly exceeded that of ordinary humans. Unashamedly stated, any single zombie could effortlessly top human hundred-meter races.
The most terrifying aspect is their ability to maintain a hundred-meter pace while running without feeling any fatigue.
Just as Wang Zhongyu’s container truck turned out from the alley, quick action was necessary; otherwise, running zombies would soon blockade both road directions.
"Little Wang, hold on tight, I’m gonna charge now. Over!"
Wen Quanxin only heard a loud shout from the hand-held radio, unable to catch the words before nearly flipping from the cabin’s sudden jerking impact.
He cursed loudly, threw the hand-held radio on the ground, and quickly held onto the grip to prevent disaster.
"Bang bang bang!" In such an environment, any advanced driving skill lost significance; suicidal collisions were the only correct escape technique.
This was a race between humans and zombies, a showdown between flesh and steel, and a contest between prey and predators.
"In a narrow path, the brave wins," with zombies lacking sensory organs not knowing fear, and the strong survival instinct of Wang Zhongyu had long thrown away any worries. He shouted, cursed, furiously slammed the gas pedal, his blood-red eyes fixated on zombies rushing forward for death.
Wang Zhongyu and Wen Quanxin were lucky, given the zombies’ sheer quantity got compressed among themselves. The street zombies had formed a rudimentary tide yet unable to rival the container truck’s sturdy iron shell; moreover, the truck held mechanical speed advantage—once it’s started and running, unless zombies form a sufficiently strong corpse wall, it’s unstoppable in its path. (To be continued. If you liked this work, feel free to vote recommendation and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com for reading.)
