Three Brothers

Is Su Huan afraid of death?

Without a doubt, he is quite afraid.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought about building an iron shell to hide inside.

But just like the genes that have become restless and unstable due to constant evolution in this doomsday, madness is already the underlying color engraved into everyone's genes.

Caution and madness, chaos and order are intertwined in every person.

Just as Su Huan enjoys the fleeting peace amidst the clinking sounds of the kitchen in the afternoon, he also craves the passion of the wind violently rushing past his ears when he pushes his motorcycle to 120km/h on the roof of a car.

He has always believed that he has preserved his humanity quite well.

Writing logs, paying attention to time, loving good food, staying optimistic, and talking to himself when there is truly no one else to speak to...

But the moment the engine roars, when that irrepressible itch from deep within his bones surges up.

He realizes that perhaps he went mad a long time ago.

Mad in some endless day of acid rain, amidst a cold pile of corpses.

Or perhaps not; maybe it was on some soft body.

Who knows.

"Bang!"

A Butcher crawled out from the side of the street, its tall frame brandishing a road sign.

Looking at the steel pipe swinging down from the air, even a single graze would be enough to smash him into a pulp.

Yet he didn't stop the wild thoughts in his mind.

A morbid smile still lingered on the corners of his lips.

"I'm in a hurry."

Feeling the wind pressure stirred up by the road sign, Su Huan twisted the throttle on his right hand to the limit, advancing instead of retreating.

The supercharger let out a howl more terrifying than the roar of a corpse, and his speed soared once again.

The silver motorcycle was like a bolt of lightning, charging directly onto the hood of a car ahead, using the slanted surface like a springboard to leap high into the air.

He dodged the road sign in the Butcher's hand with perfect timing.

"Boom!"

The road sign slammed into the hood, and the small car instantly crumpled like a biscuit tin.

The Butcher looked down with a bizarre smile on its face.

Hm?

It's not there?!

A hint of human-like astonishment appeared on its fat face.

It laboriously turned its head, only to see that silver mouse already running further and further away on the rooftops.

The Butcher let out an angry roar, dragging the road sign behind it as it gave chase.

If only time weren't so tight.

Su Huan would have loved to compliment this Butcher on its aesthetic sense; he had always believed that a road sign was the most suitable weapon for a Butcher, whether in terms of length or the feel of the impact.

However, regarding the creature's choice to pursue him, Su Huan held no expectations.

If it were an agile type like a Night Demon or a Blood Hound, they might be able to give chase, but a Butcher? Forget it.

That two-meter-plus body doesn't necessarily move any faster than an eighty-year-old woman.

Inside the fire truck.

Three people sat silently in the cabin; the floor was cooler than the chairs.

They had spent several days working hard to find an opportunity to climb into this fire truck, intending to rest for a bit before driving away.

A dull voice sounded from the far left.

"I'm going out to use the bathroom."

"I advise you not to go out. If you get bitten by a zombie, I won't open the door for you, even if you're my own brother."

"Talk about nonsense, why don't you advise the zombies not to bite me?"

The man retorted irritably, but he didn't get out of the vehicle immediately, instead cautiously opening the window to peek outside.

A humming sound came from far to near.

The sound reached the cabin, and the three of them were stunned for a moment, scrambling to their feet and hiding by the window to peek outside.

They saw a silver motorcycle speeding over from the distance.

The three of them looked at each other in dismay.

Lao Er said, "This is a living person!"

Lao San, who was holding back his urine, sounded somewhat irritable, "No shit, zombies don't ride bikes."

Lao Er replied, "I thought all the living people outside were dead."

Lao Da tugged at the hem of his short-sleeved shirt to wipe his face and said viciously, "If he's just passing through, ignore him. If he's here to loot, take him down. Let's go, grab the gear."

Su Huan kept to the middle of the road.

This was because Night Demon type zombies preferred to lurk in dark, shadowy places.

The scorching sunlight made the eyes on their bodies uncomfortable.

With his Pan-Energy Perception pushed to the maximum, Su Huan confirmed his direction from the roof of an SUV. Several bright red fire trucks were parked in the center of the street, leaving no room to maneuver.

He twisted the throttle, slid off the bike, and incidentally smashed through a Corpse Cocoon by the side of the road.

Before the evolving zombie inside could react, the rear wheel slammed heavily into it with a squelching sound.

It was just like crushing a stink bug.

Weaving through the gaps between vehicles and picking off a few blind zombies, Su Huan finally reached the fire trucks.

Casually parking his motorcycle on the roof of another car, Su Huan jumped down and approached the fire trucks.

There were three fire trucks trapped on the street, representing three types for different situations.

A water tanker, used for firefighting, usually carried water cannons, hoses, and a large supply of clean water.

An aerial ladder truck, designed specifically for high-altitude rescues.

Before the apocalypse, one could even find videos of these being used to blast people trying to jump off buildings back inside.

Finally, there was the rescue fire truck, equipped with a closed medical cabin, an independent power supply, and a set of heavy-duty demolition tools.

With these three vehicles together, they could be considered an excellent survival fortress in the apocalypse.

Moreover, their level of professionalism was definitely far superior to an Armed Train.

If it weren't for the fact that things like the Butcher could evolve, Su Huan might have even considered forming a convoy.

Just as he was about to approach the driver's cab, Su Huan's footsteps faltered for a moment before returning to a fluid pace.

He muttered to himself, "The windows aren't even closed; it looks like they left in a hurry."

As soon as he got close, three dark gun barrels poked out from the windows, and three heads that looked remarkably similar squeezed behind the doors, staring at him coldly.

The one in the middle asked gloomily, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

Su Huan glanced at the metal cabin, immediately raised his hands, and put on an expression of embarrassment and fear, "Just an ordinary survivor, looking for some supplies. Please, brothers, have mercy."

The man's expression eased up quite a bit, "Since you're just passing through, get lost. Don't go eyeing this truck."

Su Huan frowned inwardly.

At first, he only wanted the guns on the truck, but now he wanted both the truck and the guns.

How could he manage that without getting dragged inside?

Just as he was about to come up with an excuse, he heard the man next to him curse, "That's all bullshit. The store is right across the street. If you're looking for supplies, why aren't you going there instead of poking around in the middle of the road?"

The other two realized this as soon as they heard it. They opened the doors, looked left and right, and yanked Su Huan into the truck.

They failed to notice the look of relief on Su Huan's face.

Inside the cramped cabin, Su Huan was held at gunpoint by the three men. The only difference was that the irritable man was now the one doing the questioning.

The three looked so much alike that if they weren't wearing different clothes, he really wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.

"Are you from around here or an outsider?"

"I came over from the south, following the train."

The men exchanged glances, not expecting to actually dig up some news.

There was actually a damn train in the apocalypse?!

The guns in their hands subconsciously lowered a fraction.

Lao Da hurriedly asked, "What train? Is it an official rescue operation?"