Rotting Land: Survive

For most people, driving forward poses no problem, but when it comes to reversing, not everyone can handle it expertly.

Yet, Wang Zhongyu is currently not only reversing, but his speed is steadily increasing.

Without looking back, relying solely on the influence of the rearview mirror, Wang Zhongyu maneuvers the Jianghuai car as if he has eyes on the back of his head, accurately navigating around the street obstacles.

As for the "Runner" chasing in front, Wang Zhongyu doesn’t even glance at it, because those creatures’ speed is simply no match for the Jianghuai car.

With the speed of the Jianghuai car and Wang Zhongyu’s superb driving skills, the survivors successfully completed a journey through hell.

As soon as they exited the street entrance, Wang Zhongyu decisively changed direction, and after a beautiful drift, the Jianghuai car sped off amidst a cloud of dust.

Relieved to have successfully led everyone out of the trap, Wang Zhongyu sighed, while Old Xu beside him instinctively leaned back in his seat.

"Thanks for your hard work, Xiao Wang!"

Old Xu’s words were heartfelt; had it not been for Wang Zhongyu’s excellent driving skills, their escape route would have been far from easy.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, toss me a cigarette!" After a journey of swerving left and right, Wei Dazhuang’s stomach was a bit upset. He moved next to Wang Qiang, nudged his arm, and then asked in a deep voice.

Wang Qiang glanced at Wei Dazhuang, didn’t say much, reached into his pants pocket, and after some rummaging, handed Wei Dazhuang a crumpled pack of China cigarettes.

"Not smoking?" Seeing Wang Qiang hand him the entire pack, Wei Dazhuang asked casually.

"No!" Wang Qiang shook his head, remaining as laconic as ever.

Fortunately, Wei Dazhuang is not a pretentious person. Since Wang Qiang refused, he didn’t insist further, taking one out to give to Hua Biao, Li Xiaoxin, and handing one to each.

Derek, because he wasn’t used to China cigarettes, didn’t take one.

Soon, the small interior of the car was enveloped in a layer of smoke.

For men, cigarettes are an irreplaceable thing; they not only help men think calmly but are also a great way to refresh the mind.

Despite knowing this stuff is bad for health, people still cannot resist relying on it.

Old Xu wasn’t worried about any accidents on the return trip; first, the route had been traveled many times before with no zombie threats along the way.

Secondly, Wang Zhongyu’s driving skills speak for themselves; even if an emergency were to occur, Wang Zhongyu’s skills are enough to handle it easily.

With a calm mindset, Old Xu took out a small notebook from his pocket, the same one he saw in the station chief’s office.

He brought it back because some of the things recorded in it piqued his curiosity, such as one line he saw before Hu Xiaodong interrupted: "They’re here, they’re attacking the building, these guys have climbing abilities, they’ve breached our defenses."

Obviously, the "them" mentioned by the holder of this notebook naturally refers to the "Jumper" the survivor squad encountered today.

It seems the fall of the police station is largely related to these evolved creatures.

As Old Xu pondered, his gaze fell on one page, which contained a list-like item. After carefully examining all the details, Old Xu’s previously relaxed brow furrowed tightly.

"Hey! Hey, hey! I say Old Xu, what are you looking at? So absorbed?" Noticing Old Xu’s unusual expression, Wang Zhongyu asked casually.

"Ah? Oh, this? Just something from the police station, recording some affairs, I’m taking a look."

"Police station?" Wang Zhongyu raised an eyebrow, glanced at Xu Renjie: "How about it? Anything useful?"

Old Xu hesitated noticeably for a few seconds, then shrugged: "Still reviewing it, haven’t found any valuable clues yet."

With that, Wang Zhongyu didn’t probe further, turning his head to continue his driving duties.

Returning to the base near noon, as the car entered the village, Old Xu saw the busy construction team at the village entrance.

After several days of effort, the wall-building work had commenced, and in just a few hours, a small wall had risen from the ground.

"Alright! Everyone, take a break. With Old Xu’s return, it’s time for us to eat!" As the foreman of the construction team, Old Zhao issued the stop-work directive to his team members.

Wei Yang had already set the table for the meals, and considering the current status of village resource reserves, she put great effort into managing the group’s meals.

Firstly, she ensured savings on ingredients, maximizing their use.

Secondly, she had to assure the dietary standards of everyone.

After all, people are made of iron while food is steel, and during the critical period of base construction, ensuring sufficient physical strength is necessary to cope with current tasks.

Thankfully, Wei Yang now has Zhao Lina and Demmi’s assistance, which significantly lightened her burden.

Unlike before with Yang Xue, neither Zhao Lina nor Demmi have the bad habits of being picky eaters or lazy.

No wonder, after all, they’ve experienced the cleansing of "hell," while Yang Xue almost faced no hardships since the apocalypse began.

Of course, if her brief romance with Wang Qiang counts.

At the table, unsurprisingly, everyone inquired about the situation of the expedition team.

After Old Xu’s concise explanation, it elicited a series of sighs.

"Goodness, Old Xu, you guys are something else! You handled a dozen "Jumpers," impressive, impressive indeed!" With a thumbs up, Wen Quanxin praised humorously.

Yet, only the team members themselves knew that their escape was obviously not due to skills, but luck and the grace of heaven.

Imagine if this had happened at the campus;

Imagine if they faced a street full of zombies;

Imagine if there were even more "Jumpers";

The fate of the entire action team...

But fortunately, the world has no "imagine," the survivors ultimately overcame the crisis and returned to base alive.

That’s already enough for those living in the apocalypse.

"Xiao Wei, how is she?"

Old Xu didn’t name names, but the perceptive Wei Yang instantly understood and replied, "Ya Li’s condition hasn’t changed much; she’s still unwilling to communicate. But this is normal. I’ve mentioned that for someone like her, who has suffered extensive trauma and humiliation, it takes time to return to normal and reintegrate into a community. Ultimately, the result depends on Ya Li herself. If she can open up her heart and embrace a new life, she can get back on track. Otherwise, if she keeps dwelling in the past, then..."

Wei Yang shook her head, showing a hint of helplessness.

In the end, she’s just a nurse, and what she can do for Ya Li is very limited; as Wei Yang said, the girl’s future development still depends on herself.

Hearing this, Old Xu nodded silently, not wanting to disturb the group’s dining mood, he changed the topic and looked towards Zhao Lina. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to visit the source website (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)