CHAPTER 1188: CHAPTER 281: HOPE WE HAVE A PLEASANT COOPERATION (4)

"Hahaha."

Lin Fan laughed, thinking that it really was like that. To him, these were all memories of the past. They had come from there step by step and had gone through too many things.

Thinking about it now, it’s all a memory.

...

Somewhere far from Huang City.

"Faster, faster!"

A Jeep was speeding along, and the survivors inside were very anxious because they were now being chased by a terrifying zombie.

The zombie was clad in pitch-black armor, revealing only a face, and that face was unmistakably that of a zombie.

Originally, they were refueling by the roadside when suddenly, the zombie now chasing them appeared in the distance, standing silently and gazing at them.

The situation frightened them out of their wits, making them tremble with fear.

Without thinking, they hurriedly got in the car and fled.

Thinking it was like before, as long as they drove fast enough, they could shake off the zombie.

But what made them despair was that the zombie was just as fast, persistently following and keeping a certain distance from them.

"What kind of zombie is this? Why is it so frightening?" the driver said fearfully.

"I don’t know, who would know."

"Slow down, be careful, we’re going to crash."

There were plenty of obstacles on the road, and a little carelessness could lead to a collision.

In a state of mental tension, it’s the easiest time to have problems.

"It’s okay, I can stabilize it, nothing will happen."

The driver said.

Following behind, Officer Huang was covered in blood. The surface of his War Armor had slight cracks, and most crucially, his face shield was missing.

Obviously, Officer Huang had gone through a lot during this time.

The battles he experienced were definitely not simple.

Seeing living humans, Officer Huang had only one thought, and that was to communicate with them and guide them towards a path for survival, but the group of survivors showed great panic.

He wanted this group of survivors to calm down a bit, suppress their panic, and not to show too much fear.

Before long.

The Jeep gradually came to a halt.

"What’s happening?"

"No... no gas." said the driver, his face ashen.

"Weren’t we just refueling earlier?"

"No gas, we were about to refuel earlier, but that zombie suddenly appeared, and I was scared out of my wits." The driver felt as if he wanted to die; at that moment he was so frightened that he forgot to pump the gas, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

"Damn, it’s like fate wants us dead."

There were four survivors in the car, all men, and they weren’t particularly cowardly. But the sudden appearance of the zombie had scared them.

So they were a bit panicked, a bit dazed.

"Run, let’s hurry up and head into the mountains. Maybe there’s still a chance to survive," the driver said.

With his words,

They hurriedly got out of the car, frantically climbing over the highway barrier and ran towards the mountains. But in climbing the fence, one of the larger men stumbled and rolled down.

"Ah, it hurts." The big man held his leg, his pants torn, blood gushing out. It turned out a piece of glass was embedded in the cement, and while rolling down, it cut his calf.

Judging from the bleeding, the wound seemed a bit deep.

"Damn, what’s wrong with you? How come you always run into trouble?"

The three companions were instantly shocked, barely getting far when one of them got injured. This felt so familiar, like the movies where those around the protagonist are taken out one by one.

Ultimately, only the protagonist survives.

Of course, they weren’t protagonists, just unfortunates in the apocalypse.

The three companions didn’t think of abandoning the big guy, they wanted to help him up, but he pushed them away.

"Don’t worry about me, go, I’m already done for. Bringing me along will only slow you down. Let the zombie catch me, at least that will buy you time. It’s the least I can do."

Facing such a situation, the big man was surely scared, but he knew given his state, there was little hope. They were willing to take him along as a companion, so he, who hadn’t been much help to them, wanted to do something useful for once.

Using his large body to let the zombie feast, buying the others a chance to escape.

Seeing the three still in a daze, he yelled, "Go, don’t worry about me, go..."

The three exchanged glances, without much thought, reluctantly looking at the big guy.

"Take care."

"Go."

The three turned and ran towards the mountains without looking back.

Watching their departing figures, the big guy winced in pain from the wound on his leg, clutching it as he crawled forward. Seeing the drainage ditch, his eyes lit up as if thinking of a good plan.

He crawled directly into the ditch, wanting to lie in it and pretend to be a corpse, but found his belly too large, getting him stuck.

"Damn..."

The big guy felt like crying but had no tears. In peacetime, being fat meant eating well, but in the apocalypse, barely getting enough to eat, he hadn’t lost any weight, which was the thing he couldn’t stand.

Trying to squeeze in, but the pain from pressing in made him abandon the thought.

He saw the armor-clad zombie already appearing at the highway barrier.

"It’s over."

The big guy was pale, grabbing a rock from the ground and hurling it at Officer Huang.