Chapter 1618 - 907: Corpses Suspended in the Air, Who Did This?
At two in the afternoon, under Li Yu’s command, everyone was ready and began to drive east towards Mongsai in Yue Country.
The place reeked of blood, and there were zombies lurking in the nearby shadows.
Lao Country and Yue Country are neighboring countries, and the journey from Lai City to Mongsai in Yue Country is about 250 kilometers, which is not too far.
At their driving speed, it would only take five to six hours to arrive there.
Yue Country is a coastal country, and many coastal cities’ nuclear power plants were severely damaged after a typhoon, leading to nuclear leaks that indirectly contaminated zombies around the nuclear power station.
Luckily, Yue Country doesn’t have a nuclear power station, so it’s unlikely for nuclear radiation zombies to exist.
As they sped along, Third Uncle and his team piloted a helicopter ahead, searching for a suitable stopover point for the night.
After the past two days of testing with heavy artillery and helicopter-dropped Zombie Attraction Potion, the results were surprisingly effective for Third Uncle and his team.
After all, it required minimal manpower and resources, and there were virtually no casualties. This kind of combat was very satisfactory for them.
Dapao also boarded the helicopter, and together with Ant, they restrained two Yue Country swindlers to guide them and confirm the location of Lao Country’s swindler park.
After they left the swindler park in Lao Country, in the center of Jinmu Park, within a collapsed building, there was a massive concrete slab, with half a wall fallen, forming a sturdy triangle with the concrete slab and the remaining wall.
From the outside, you would never imagine that there could be survivors inside.
Clatter——
A piece of concrete debris roughly the size of a stool was pushed aside and rolled to the ground.
Around it, fragments of stone and dust fell simultaneously.
"Did those people leave? Don’t rush me!"
"They left! I’m suffocating here. Almost got discovered earlier. Give me a hand, push this zombie corpse off me."
"Give me your hand. You can’t get out, and I can’t move from this position. I can only pull you up."
In this extremely narrow space, a person lay half-flat, with a zombie pressing down on him—its head pierced by rebar.
The other person was beside him, positioned even further inside.
Both were stuck in this extremely narrow space, making it difficult to even turn around.
"Hey, Su Tan! Use your damn leg to kick or something. I can’t pull you with one person’s strength."
The man positioned deeper inside said.
The man trapped by the zombie kicked hard to the outside, causing stones to rustle down from the collapsed building.
Slowly, the man trapped by the zombie was pulled up.
But due to the cramped space, he couldn’t straighten up to stand, only able to hunch over, standing on the zombie that had been pressing him.
"Try pushing the concrete slab. I’m dying in here," the man inside said.
Su Tan didn’t respond. Bent over, he carefully stepped on the zombie’s body, moving to the gap exposed where he had kicked the concrete slab down.
All sides were blocked except for a face-sized hole where sunlight streamed through.
He looked at the small gap, bent down, and leaned forward to peek through it.
The blinding sunlight outside made him shut his eyes. He had been staying there since last night.
Fortunately, when the building was bombarded with heavy artillery, he was sheltered under this wall. The collapsed building and wall formed a triangle, allowing him to survive by chance.
Later, when zombies were drawn in by the Corpse Attraction Potion, a zombie just happened to crawl in, shaking the concrete blocks above, making them crash down and block the only larger gap, while that zombie, by coincidence, pinned Su Tan down as its head was impaled on protruding rebar.
Even in this tight space, there were very small gaps between the covering and concrete, allowing just enough air in to keep both from suffocating to death.
"Hiss!"
Su Tan, having adjusted to the sunlight, felt a sharp pain in his waist as he crawled out.
Turning back, he found a thumb-sized hole in his waist, with blood oozing out, soaking and staining his clothes red.
The injury must have occurred when the building collapsed last night, pierced by rebar. But being pressed under the zombie, he felt little until now, as the concrete’s rough edges scraped him on his way through the small hole, finally making him realize it.
Before noticing, he felt nothing, but now seeing the wound, a stabbing pain emanated from his waist.
Now stuck in the hole, going back was impossible; he had to find a way to continue crawling out.
He gritted his teeth, braced both sides of the concrete slab with his hands, and pushed outward with bulging veins.
As he pulled through the narrow hole, he felt his butt and hips scraping, tearing fabric, and skin grazed to the point of bleeding.
Thump!
He finally crawled out of the hole, only to roll and fall to the ground.
The ground was over a meter below his previous position, and the fall left him dazed and his head spinning.
Since the person outside exited, it left space for the man inside, who slowly crawled out as well.