CHAPTER 874: CHAPTER 209: THE MATERNAL BODY’S ERRONEOUS MUTATION AND EVOLUTION... IT’S GONE TOO FAR

Slender limbs, a ghastly white body, a bald head, not a single hair on its entire body.

It seemed to stand there calmly.

Yet it exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

"Mature hybrid zombie."

Upon seeing this zombie, someone couldn’t help but exclaim, their voice trembling slightly.

Each survivor present knew the horror of the hybrid zombie.

Have they experienced it first-hand?

No... they haven’t.

It wasn’t from personal experience, but from the descriptions in the "Zombie Album," vivid and detailed accounts.

They couldn’t understand why such a zombie appeared here.

"Huff, huff"

The mature hybrid zombie let out a low, muffled growl, its eyes turning, fixedly staring at the delicious flesh and blood before it.

Immediately after.

A denser sound emerged.

A large number of regular zombies appeared behind the hybrid zombie.

Survivors with guns on the walls aimed at the zombies and decisively opened fire.

Ratatat!

The gunfire was deafening.

Ordinary zombies collapsed amidst the barrage of gunfire.

But for the hybrid zombie, the firearms felt like a scratch, completely ineffective.

The hybrid zombie raised its head, gray eyes turning, exuding a cold light, and without a second thought, grabbed the surviving zombies beside it and hurled them towards the wall.

Ordinary zombies were pitifully insignificant.

Either thrown.

Or killed.

Bam!

Bam!

Several ordinary zombies fell onto the wall, unsteadily climbing up, glaring at the gun-toting flesh and blood, hissing ferociously, shocking the armed survivors into shooting.

"Don’t come any closer, don’t come any closer."

"Ah..."

Screams echoed.

The zombies pinned the living to the ground, frantically tearing at them.

The defense line on the wall completely collapsed; when zombies got up close, the consequences were dire.

Pang Yuan hurried into the tent, urging them to come out quickly; there were terrifying zombies outside, now was not the time to absorb crystals.

Chen Ningning and Sun Ya came out of the tent.

The scene before them left them equally shocked.

As if they’d seen a ghost.

"How did zombies get in?"

Sun Ya couldn’t believe what was happening.

Chen Ningning’s face was similarly pale; she saw the mature hybrid zombie, knowing it was a terrifying presence.

"I don’t know, suddenly zombies just came rushing in," Pang Yuan said gravely, "Don’t separate, stick together, because we could be facing an extremely fierce battle soon."

As they were conversing.

Regular zombies were already tearing into the surrounding survivors.

For ordinary survivors, such a scenario would naturally lead to being torn to shreds.

But here, many were Awakeners.

"Damn, thinking of biting me? Watch me smash you to death."

A man wielding a hammer roared furiously, swinging the hammer hard to smash a zombie’s head to pieces, clearly a strength Awakener.

"Help, help!"

An ordinary survivor cried out in panic, climbing onto a car roof to avoid being bitten by zombies.

But zombies seeing prey acted crazily.

The survivor’s leg was scratched by zombie fingers, and another zombie bit fiercely at his ankle, extreme pain engulfing his mind.

He wanted his companions to save him, but they were already huddled in the distance, watching him being torn apart by the zombies.

Their indifferent gazes filled him with despair.

"Ah..."

He screamed.

Recalling Lin Fan’s visit here, inviting the people to the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City, he was the one who laughed the hardest, yet facing the threat of death now, he was the one regretting the most.

"No..."

He screamed as the fingers of numerous zombies tore open his abdomen, pulling out flesh and feasting on it, leaving him with no chance to turn into a zombie.

At this time, the scene was chaotic.

Screams, cries of agony, roars all mixed together.

The number of zombies wasn’t insurmountable, but crowded here, it felt immensely terrifying.

An adapted car charged through recklessly, knocking over zombies obstructing its way, even pulling the survivors in front under the car; for these surviving drivers.

They just wanted to live.

No other thought.

"Run them over, we must break through, otherwise it’s a dead end."

The man in the passenger seat roared angrily.

The survivor driving gripped the wheel tightly, full of confidence in the modified car, with iron spikes embedded on the front bumper, anything in the way would be pierced to shreds.

"Die."

"Die."

The modified car plowed forward fiercely toward the mature hybrid zombie, determined to break the siege, to carve out a bloody path.

With their charge, many survivors thought of emulating their approach, quickly hiding in the car, believing if they carved out a path, there’d be a chance at survival.

They never considered fighting the zombies head-on, viewing it as the most unwise decision.

"Let me in the car."

A survivor tried to hide in the car, but it was already crammed full, and was kicked down by teammates, the survivor reaching for the car door, pleading desperately.

"Don’t leave me, let me in."

And as he begged, ordinary zombies rushed forward like rabid dogs, pinning him to the ground, opening their sticky mouths, and biting his neck mercilessly.