Survivor Team

"Damn it, why aren't they leaving? Are they waiting to be eaten?"

An Yang muttered under his breath.

At that moment, he was torn inside, hesitating over whether he should intervene and save them.

After all, he wasn't a warrior who had struggled through the apocalypse for years, nor was he a cold-blooded killer. Anyone would feel compassion watching so many survivors being slaughtered and devoured by zombies.

Even though he had long since warned himself not to be softhearted, when it came down to it, he found that he still couldn't detach himself—especially since this was the Natural World, not the Origin World!

Sigh. I'll just treat it as a mission!

An Yang made up his mind. He glanced at Chen Yafei, retreated into the bedroom, and emerged with a long, black case in his hand.

Chen Yafei's eyes widened. "Brother An, what's this?"

An Yang ignored him. He tossed the case onto the sofa, swiftly took out the various components of the sniper rifle, and assembled them. Then he opened the window, mounted the sniper rifle, and abruptly pulled back the bolt.

"Click!"

Chen Yafei's mouth fell open. He was completely stunned.

A zombie roared and charged at the young man in the vest leading the group. Its hook-like claws swung down, but the police officer beside him knocked them aside with a baton. The zombie didn't seem to feel any pain and charged forward again.

Suddenly—

"Bang!"

Its head exploded like a watermelon, spraying white and yellow matter all over the ground.

24/5000.

On the rooftop, An Yang pulled back the bolt again. He placed the scope over another zombie's head. With his 2.0 mental strength and Intermediate Firearms Mastery, he aimed instantly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Pew!"

27/5000.

After killing four zombies in succession, each time just before they were about to attack, the group of survivors finally realized something was wrong. The young man in the vest looked up toward the hotel and immediately spotted the glint from a window on the thirteenth floor. He froze for a moment.

"Hurry! There's a hotel nearby. There's an iron gate blocking it. Let's get inside!"

The young man in the vest shouted. He thrust the sharpened steel pipe in his hand forward, directly piercing a zombie's head. He pulled the pipe free and ran into the hotel at the head of the group.

A zombie was less than two meters away from him, but its head suddenly exploded. Brain matter and blood splattered all over him.

28/5000.

An Yang suddenly furrowed his brow. Through the sniper rifle's scope, he could see the survivors streaming into the hotel, naturally bringing even more zombies with them.

"Damn it!"

He cursed under his breath and pulled the trigger again.

"Pew!"

29/5000.

A group of survivors shoved and jostled their way toward the hotel, climbed over the retractable iron gate, and ran toward the hotel's residential building. They brought at least a hundred zombies to the gate, where the creatures began trying to climb over it.

At least half of the people died in the process. Especially while climbing the gate, more than a dozen were dragged down by the zombies pursuing them and devoured. There were simply too many zombies. In the end, An Yang even gave up providing sniper support.

Ammunition was limited!

By the time zombies began climbing over the gate one after another, the survivors had already entered the residential building. Because of the angle, An Yang could no longer see them.

Before long, someone knocked on the door.

An Yang had already tossed the sniper rifle into the bedroom. He picked up his long saber and walked toward the door. Unexpectedly, Chen Yafei had also grabbed a kitchen knife and followed behind him, warily signaling to him with his eyes.

Through the peephole, he could see two tattooed young thugs. They had dyed hair as well, but looked much more repulsive than Chen Yafei.

An Yang hesitated, then stood behind the door and said, "You open it."

Chen Yafei froze for a moment. Then, holding the kitchen knife in one hand, he gripped the doorknob with the other and yanked the door open.

A shout rang out from outside.

"Officer Liu, Brother Chang, they're here!"

Chen Yafei glanced at An Yang and said through gritted teeth, "Who are you people? What do you want?"

The people outside said nothing.

As several footsteps approached, a powerful voice rang out. "Little brother, don't be nervous. You just saved us. We came to thank you."

Chen Yafei glanced at An Yang again. "Is this how you thank people? I've never seen anyone bring so many people and weapons to offer thanks. You've even brought knives, guns, and clubs. If I didn't see that you were a police officer, I would've shut the door already."

An Yang's gaze narrowed slightly.

This kid's pretty sharp. He revealed quite a lot with just one sentence.

"Um... sorry about that. You probably know that we just came up from downstairs. We had to fight the zombies to find some food, and suffered heavy casualties. That's why we're carrying weapons. Please understand!"

"Come on, everyone, put down what you're holding."

An Yang glanced at Chen Yafei. Only after seeing his firm nod did he grip the battle saber and pull the door open. The middle-aged police officer and the young man in the vest stood before him, with two sharpened steel pipes lying at their feet.

The young man in the vest immediately noticed the long saber in An Yang's hand, and his pupils contracted. The dark-red bloodstains covering the area near the hilt gave it an even more oppressive appearance.

An Yang swept his gaze over the people outside. "You didn't lead the zombies in, did you?"

The middle-aged police officer immediately said, "Absolutely not. We blocked all the doors."

An Yang nodded. "You two come in. The rest can stay outside. The room is small."

The middle-aged police officer immediately understood. He turned to the group behind him and said, "Everyone wait outside for now. We'll be out shortly."

As the two stepped into the room, Chen Yafei cleverly closed the door and locked it.

The middle-aged police officer and the young man in the vest paused, but said nothing. As soon as they entered the living room, they noticed the pile of food on the table. They swallowed. They hadn't eaten anything for a day, yet could only force themselves to look away.

"Brothers, my name is Liu Chengjun. I'm the director of the Dadong Street Police Station in Jianghai City. This is my friend and companion, Chang Hui. Thank you both for saving our lives."

"My name is An Yang. This is my companion, Chen Yafei."

An Yang looked the two men over. Liu Chengjun gave off an aura of integrity, while Chang Hui had a powerful, muscular build and held his back perfectly straight, radiating a strong military bearing. An Yang had also experienced an unforgettable period of military service, so he was very familiar with that feeling.

"So you're An Yang and Chen Yafei. Once again, thank you for saving our lives."

"No need to thank me. Your friend is skilled. He's a special forces soldier, right?"

"Good eye. Chang Hui really is a special forces soldier. He had just taken leave from the army to come home and get married when this happened. Our luck couldn't have been worse."

An Yang had a good impression of the two men, thanks to how they had remained at the front throughout the battle against the zombies. He nodded in agreement. "Who can blame anyone? The world has changed."

Liu Chengjun sighed. He had a clear understanding of the current situation. "Exactly. The world changed in an instant. Man-eating monsters are everywhere. Even finding some food costs half a group their lives. I don't know how much longer we'll survive."

An Yang glanced sideways at him. "Director Liu, what are your plans?"

"The police station is gone, and ordinary people have all turned into monsters. What kind of director am I now?" Liu Chengjun sighed. "We plan to head to Pingnan City. There's a military base there. It should be able to provide us with shelter."

"Pingnan City? Which direction is it?"

"I can tell you're not a local, Brother An. Pingnan City is the capital of Xuechuan Province. It's northeast of here. Do you want to travel with us?"

"Oh... northeast. Forget it. I'm not interested."

The Second System's location shown on his phone was southwest, exactly opposite to their destination. Otherwise, he could have borrowed their strength.

"I see. That's fine, then. We'll take our leave for now. You two saved all our lives. If you need anything, just say so. Don't be polite."

An Yang said, "I don't have any other requests. Since everyone ended up here, it's fate. You can stay in this building, but you'd better keep your people under control. I'm timid, afraid of strangers, and prone to acting impulsively."

Liu Chengjun froze for a moment, then nodded. "No problem."

Chang Hui had remained silent the entire time, his gaze fixed on the long saber leaning against the wall.

Only after the two had walked out the door did Chang Hui say, "Brother Liu, this An Yang isn't simple."

"I could tell. Where would an ordinary person get a sniper rifle? He's probably a desperate criminal or professional killer of some sort. But now that man-eating monsters are everywhere, there's no point dwelling on his past identity. The law is gone, and even if it weren't, there's nothing we could do to him. Besides, he really did save our lives."

"I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just saying we should be more careful around him in the future."

"Mm."

As the two were talking, a shifty-eyed young man suddenly approached from the side and said, "Director Liu, Brother Chang, the brothers have already opened the door. They're waiting for you."

Chang Hui picked up the steel pipe from the ground. "Good. All the men, come with me. Bring your weapons. There might be zombies in the room!"

Before long, more than a dozen young men carrying clubs and cleavers gathered outside a door. One of them suddenly kicked it open, and the others immediately became extremely tense.

The door opened without a sound, but everyone's eyes widened!

Three corpses lay inside. Judging by their veiny skin, they were all zombies, but every one of them had been cleanly decapitated. Their blackened blood had sprayed across the entire wall!

Liu Chengjun was horrified!

Chang Hui was equally astonished!

These three zombies had actually been killed with a cold weapon. The two men instantly thought of An Yang's battle saber. Just how strong did someone have to be to take on three zombies alone with a single saber?

This wasn't a science-fiction movie, nor was it a martial arts film!

At that moment, someone could no longer hold back and began vomiting. The smell of stomach acid filled the air.

Liu Chengjun forced down his discomfort and said, "The zombies have already been dealt with. Everyone go in and search. See if there's any food left."

The group entered the room with forced composure, but all they saw were three split-open heads filled with yellow-black brain matter and blood covering the floor. Even Liu Chengjun couldn't hold it in any longer. He braced himself against the wall and began vomiting.

Before long—

"Brother Liu, most of the food has been taken. There isn't even a single bottle of water left. There are still some snacks, but they won't fill our stomachs."

"Yeah, they must have taken it. What do we do?"

"What else can we do? Go look downstairs. Even if they hadn't taken this food, there wouldn't be enough for all of us!"