"Tigers are infected too."
"They probably ate zombie corpses."
The pickup drove at a speed of two hundred kilometers per hour, and the urban area of Jianghai City in the rear quickly disappeared from sight.
An Yang in the car was very silent.
He did not expect that zombies hadn't mutated, but the infected animals had grown in size. The most important thing was that the RT virus obviously didn't target only humans.
Without a doubt, such a situation was extremely unfavorable to humans, especially some massive gregarious animals. If they went berserk, it would be like a great army sweeping across and leaving no grass growing—for instance, a pitch-black tide of rats, or mosquitoes carrying the virus.
Just as he was thinking, the pickup stopped with a screech, and An Yang looked up to find a large truck blocking the pickup's path horizontally across the highway.
"Brother An, we can't get past."
"Wait, I'll go move the truck."
An Yang drew his M1911 pistol, jumped out of the pickup, flipped the safety off with a click, and walked toward the truck.
Sure enough, two zombies were sitting in the truck's cab. The moment they spotted him, they began frantically beating against the windshield. Their hook-like nails scraped across the glass, making a harsh sound that mingled with the faint roars emitting from inside the windows, yet all of it was masked by a fiery, spitting explosion.
"Bang!"
A wrist-sized hole appeared on the windshield, and a large hole appeared on the head of the zombie in the driver's seat. The middle-aged female zombie in the passenger seat lunged over with bared fangs and brandished claws, just in time to welcome the second shot.
"Bang!"
An Yang used the butt of his gun to smash the glass fiercely, stepped onto