Alice

Zu Hao hurried westward. As dusk fell, the streetlights came on automatically, making the bloodstains lining both sides of the road even more glaring.

Now and then, he saw zombies wandering blindly through the streets in search of food.

Some survivors who had yet to be infected hid inside houses, peering out through windows with fear and confusion mingled in their eyes.

Some had written SOS messages, begging Zu Hao for help, but he turned a blind eye.

He was no savior, nor did he intend to become one.

In this living hell, survival was the only truth.

The fire axe in his hand had long been coated in blackish-red gore, its blade chipped from repeated chopping.

Along the way, he had already taken down more than thirty sluggish zombies.

Aside from their frightening appearance and the virus they carried, these ordinary zombies were indeed much easier to deal with than normal people.

Having lost their intelligence, they had terrible coordination and moved slowly. As long as one overcame the initial fear and had a handy weapon, even an ordinary person could handle two or three at once.

For someone like Zu Hao, whose physique surpassed that of an ordinary person several times over, cutting down these walking corpses was as easy as chopping vegetables.

So long as he was not surrounded by hundreds of zombies, he could carve out a bloody path.

Not to mention that the astonishing explosive power in his enhanced legs gave him jumping ability several times beyond that of normal people. With a casual leap, he could reach four or five meters high, enough to use the complex terrain of the streets to weave through hordes of zombies.

What reassured him most was that he was completely immune to the T-virus.

Even if he were accidentally scratched or bitten, he showed no signs of infection beyond the pain of torn flesh.

Unfortunately, that immunity also meant he could no longer further strengthen himself through zombie blood.

To grow stronger, Zu Hao needed to obtain high-concentration T-virus or the G Virus!

Only Umbrella Corporation had that stuff. If they caught him, he would be in for a world of pain!

The best option was still to find Angela.

Passing a small supermarket, the hungry Zu Hao chopped down two zombies and quickly swept up some high-calorie food and bottled water.

After wolfing down a meal, Zu Hao smashed the security camera and stuffed all the food, water, and everyday necessities into his personal storage space.

He had no idea what the next world would be like. Preparing some food in advance could only help.

It was not just food. Zu Hao also took plenty of clothes, shoes, gold jewelry from jewelry stores, and small appliances.

If his storage space had not been limited to ten cubic meters, he would have wanted to take some cars off the road too.

With his supplies stocked up, Zu Hao set off again, intending to find Angela as quickly as possible and escape this city of death.

He deliberately avoided the main roads, where traffic was jammed solid, and chose quieter side streets instead.

His mental perception gave Zu Hao the ability to detect T-virus carriers. He could spot zombies fifty meters away in advance, and several times he narrowly avoided large groups of wandering zombies.

When he reached a relatively secluded street corner, Zu Hao's gaze was drawn to a sign.

"Kent Firearms!"

Seeing that it was a gun store, Zu Hao's eyes lit up.

When fighting zombies, firearms were naturally more useful.

Zu Hao cautiously approached the gun store. He did not sense any T-virus carriers inside, which meant there were no zombies.

But sometimes people posed a greater threat, so he did not let down his guard.

After checking the place, he saw no one else. He only smelled a pungent stench of blood. The owner had probably been bitten, turned into a zombie, and run outside.

Zu Hao surveyed the gun store and found that its firearm displays were remarkably well-stocked.

Handguns, rifles, shotguns, hunting rifles, and even sniper rifles were all there, hanging in dazzling rows on the walls or resting in glass cases.

No real man could refuse the allure of firearms.

Zu Hao was no exception.

He immediately cleared out every gun and bullet in the store, filling two small storage spaces before he was done.

He personally preferred the accuracy and power of sniper rifles, but against hordes of zombies, assault rifles and submachine guns were clearly more practical.

He efficiently put on a tactical vest, strapped holsters to the outer sides of both thighs, and inserted two 9mm pistols.

He then hung two Uzi mini submachine guns from his vest and tucked four Desert Eagles around his waist.

These things had terrifying recoil, but their power was just as terrifying.

Finally, he picked up a Mac-10 submachine gun, expertly checked it, loaded it full of ammunition, and brought several extra magazines.

Before leaving, he took a Nepalese kukri from the wall.

The curved blade looked vicious, and its edge was sharp. Its close-combat power was not to be underestimated.

As for the chipped fire axe, he discarded it without hesitation.

Although it would have been more convenient to keep these guns in his personal storage space, Zu Hao knew that Raccoon City was Umbrella Corporation's testing ground, and the Red Queen controlled all those surveillance cameras.

Once the secret of his personal storage space was exposed, who knew what those lunatics might do?

The guns he carried openly were meant to throw them off the scent.

Just as Zu Hao was preparing to leave, a peculiar mental ripple suddenly stirred his senses.

It was a resonance between "kindred."

Zu Hao quickly went to the entrance and looked out.

A hundred meters away, a fit blonde woman was warily looking in his direction.

She wore a tight tactical vest that outlined strong, beautiful muscle lines, and she held a pump-action rifle in her hands.

It was Alice, the leading heroine of the Resident Evil world!

As the central character throughout the six Resident Evil films, Alice's strength was obvious to all.

Especially after awakening her telekinesis, she could even overturn cars from a distance, control flames, and create a spectacular inferno that filled the sky.

Though she was later weakened for the sake of the plot, at this moment, her edge was already beginning to show.

Alice had clearly sensed Zu Hao as well and was cautiously walking toward the gun store.

"Who are you?"

She raised her rifle, her voice calm but guarded.

Zu Hao remained equally vigilant.

Although he knew that heroines generally did not slaughter innocents, there was still a chance she might mistake him for someone from Umbrella Corporation and attack.

To show goodwill, he lowered his gun toward the ground and said frankly, "Zu Hao, from the Dragon Nation."

"I just want to leave this damned place. I'm not looking for trouble."

"I can sense that you're a special infected person like me. How about we work together to escape?"

At this point, Alice had already been modified with the T-virus by Umbrella Corporation. She had initially developed mental perception and could sense T-virus carriers, though her telekinesis had yet to awaken.

That was precisely why Zu Hao could sense Alice from so far away.

Just then, a burst of rapid gunfire and the distinctive low growls of zombies suddenly came from farther down the street, and the sounds were rapidly drawing closer.

"No time to chat."

Zu Hao said decisively, "Follow me."

Without waiting for Alice's response, he rushed into a motorcycle shop next door.

Three employees inside had turned into zombies. Without a word, Zu Hao raised his submachine gun one-handed and fired short bursts, every shot landing in a head.

Alice caught sight of this, surprise flashing through her eyes, but she understood the urgency. She immediately followed him inside and quickly selected a Harley motorcycle for transportation.

With the roads severely clogged, motorcycles were undoubtedly the best choice.

The two rode their motorcycles swiftly along the sidewalks, deftly avoiding abandoned vehicles and scattered zombies. Before long, they had shaken off the large zombie horde.

By then, night had fallen completely.

Thick darkness, like spilled ink, shrouded all of Raccoon City. Only the motorcycle headlights cut through the gloom, casting swaying patches of light across the deathly silent streets.

As they approached the church, they could hear intense gunfire coming from within.

Once they got closer, Zu Hao keenly sensed the presence of Lickers.

The concentration of T-virus in these monsters far exceeded that of ordinary zombies. They counted as minor bosses.

"There are survivors inside."

Alice sensed the anomaly as well.

"Let's take a look."

Zu Hao twisted the throttle, and his motorcycle shot toward the church like an arrow leaving a bowstring.

Smoke filled the church. Officer Jill Valentine and several survivors stood back-to-back, exhaustion and tension written across their faces.

The guns in their hands continuously spat fire as they fired madly ahead.

Yet the Lickers were extraordinarily agile. They crawled and leaped across the walls and ceiling, constantly dodging bullets.

Even when they were occasionally hit, their powerful vitality kept them from immediately losing the ability to move.

These terrifying creatures resembled giant skinned rabbits, nearly two meters long, with twisted muscles exposed to the air, long ugly heads, and mouths full of horrifying fangs.

Most deadly of all were their whip-like tongues, which could shoot out two or three meters in an instant and easily pierce the human body.

"Damn it! What are these monsters?!"

The female reporter screamed in terror.

"Conserve ammo! Aim for the head!"

Jill spoke calmly, but the cold sweat at her temples exposed her tension.

Beside her, the Black man Peyton aimed his gun at a Licker crouching on the ground and pulled the trigger, only to hear an empty click.

"Damn it, I'm out of bullets!"

Just then, the roar of motorcycles rang out.

The group and the Lickers turned toward the windows. Headlights lit up the glass, and then two motorcycles smashed through the windows and sped into the church.

The Lickers possessed intelligence and instinctively leaped aside.

The two stopped their motorcycles in the aisle.

Alice said to Jill and the others, "Move aside."

With that, she unhesitatingly cranked the motorcycle's throttle to the limit. Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, it charged directly at the Licker that had snapped back to its senses.

This time, the Licker did not dodge. Instead, it lunged forward.

The instant the Licker pounced on the motorcycle, Zu Hao raised his gun and fired several shots into the fuel tank.

With a thunderous BOOM, the Licker was instantly swallowed by the explosion and flames.

Zu Hao turned away without looking at the explosion. He swiftly raised his gun at the Licker on the eaves and pulled the trigger, bullets howling toward it like arrows shot from a bow.

His marksmanship was superb. He had predicted the Licker's path in advance, and several bullets precisely entered its brain as it moved, blasting its brains apart.

Alice used her shotgun to kill another Licker at close range.

"Who are you people?"

Jill asked warily.

Zu Hao glanced at Jill. He felt that her looks and figure were both better than Alice's and more in line with his tastes, so he casually replied, "People here to help."

His gaze sweeping across the room, Zu Hao continued, "Now isn't the time to chat. The gunfire will attract nearby zombies. It isn't safe here. We need to evacuate as soon as possible."

Jill did not object. The group left the church and headed toward City Hall.

Along the way, they introduced themselves to one another.

Besides Jill and the Black man Peyton, there was also a female reporter named Bella.

The five formed a temporary team.