Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Fuck your mother, fuck your mother, fuck, fuck..."

Wu Baokang dual-wielded weapons, transforming into a berserk warrior, even using his legs, but unfortunately, he could only watch as his companions were torn apart by zombies. Amidst the chaotic battle, he was not yet skilled enough to turn the tide.

Just when he should have been disheartened or figuring out a way to break the deadlock, Zhang Su's figure flashed in Wu Baokang's mind. He wondered what Zhang Su would do if he were here, whether he could save these useless fools from the zombies' jaws.

Ow! Ow!

A brief moment of distraction resulted in a forceful blow to his abdomen, jolting Wu Baokang back to reality. Two zombies crashed into the counter in front of him, their wide-open maws dangerously close!

His heart sank. He sharply raised his elbow, striking one of them, but the other's mouth was already wide open, jagged teeth visible. If nothing unexpected happened, one part of his chest would soon be bitten.

Instinctively, he raised his arm to block, with only one thought in his mind: it's still possible to save the arm even if it gets bitten...

Thud!

At this moment, the zombie he knocked away also fell to the ground.

"Stop fucking spacing out!"

Wu Daqiang, face covered in blood, harshly scolded him, his expression extremely serious. He had fallen badly earlier, getting a cut on his face from some debris.

"Grab something, quickly move things as barriers, hurry!"

Seeing the counter in front of Wu Baokang work wonders, Wu Daqiang quickly advised others to use the messy chairs, counters, and other objects around them. It could somewhat ease the pressure.

Many people found Wu Daqiang's suggestion particularly reliable. They hurriedly dragged counters, water barriers, and other objects in front of them. Some even picked up pop-up banners from the ground...

No matter what, anything useful was better than being directly overrun by zombies.

Not knowing whether he was deaf or losing his mind, Wu Baokang looked at his dead companions on the ground, then at the countless zombies in front of him, and lastly at his comrades fighting with all their might beside him. With a loud shout, while others were looking for objects to use as shields, he abandoned the broken counter and charged out.

"Teacher Yu, it's not working, we can't hold on, you go up, you can't die here!"

Zhang Ya swung her hiking pole with one hand, while the other hand held onto a section of wheeled barricade. A zombie pounced on the barricade, biting at her hand, yet strangely, there was no blood...

It turned out she had an extra piece of equipment compared to other members of the Yama Corps. Due to the oversized bulletproof outfit with petrifying skin, she specifically found someone to tailor some material and sew a terribly ugly glove. Relying on the glove's super defense, she could perform some operations that others couldn't.

Despite being a woman among men, her combat strength was definitely above average, a standard of the Yama Corps.

"Old Yu, I'll clear a path for you, run!"

Jia Shiqin also shouted to Yuwen, then charged two zombies with his shoulder in the right direction. His steel rod pushed forward, and his down jacket, torn by zombies, shed feathers, showing a hint of all-offense-no-defense.

"No, Master Jia, don't be reckless, even if I go, it's useless!"

Yuwen lifted his steel rod with both hands, stabbing fiercely at a zombie, pulling back the charging Jia Shiqin, and shouted, "No egg stays whole under a toppled nest!"

"Damn it, where did all these zombies come from, I don't want to die!"

Liu Tianji screamed and fought simultaneously. Clearly, there were no nearby zombies. Did they just drop from the sky?

His combat ability was below average in the Yama Corps, more leaning towards technical aspects. He stayed at Lego to research communications network setup issues but unexpectedly encountered a zombie horde attack.

"President, we can't hold on, too many zombies, what do we do!?"

Big Head fiercely protected Li Zongkai's side. Although there was no problem for a while, stamina depletion was the biggest issue. High-intensity fighting couldn't last long, and judging from the observed situation, the zombies outnumbered humans.

Zombies were decreasing, but their side would also lose soldiers. Numerically, killing over ten zombies for every fallen comrade seemed to be a large gain, but that wasn't how the score was settled.

Human combat pressure would grow, ultimately collapsing completely...

As time passed, the crowd gathered from an open sector into a ball, merely twenty meters away from the emergency exit. If they could break through and charge the stairwell collectively, there was still a glimmer of hope.

To achieve this, it required unity, and... some people needed to sacrifice their lives.

"Kill, kill towards the stairway, once inside, we'll survive!" Wu Baokang realized the situation, but unfortunately, execution was daunting.

Zombies weren't human, incapable of thinking, yet they possessed fearless combat instincts, not granting survivors a single chance. Faced with frenzied killing from survivors, their craziness seemed to increase as well.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Someone's arm was bitten by zombies. Thick clothing could somewhat defend against bites, but once torn, the defense weakened significantly. Despite the mangled, bloody arm, they still crazily swung their weapon!

If treated immediately, there was a slim chance of survival, but realistically, it wasn't feasible. Knowing death was certain, apart from fighting to the last moment, it seemed there was no better choice.