Chapter 39: Human Heart

Lin Dui

As Lin An fainted, Zhang Tie's heart sank sharply.

Bitter, desperate.

He could feel that Lin An's originally weak but still steady breath vanished instantly.

Instead, it exuded a faint aura of death and decay.

Lin Dui, I'm afraid he can't hold on much longer.

In his view, Lin An no longer had the strength to suppress the zombie virus.

If it weren't for the faint breath still coming from Lin An behind him, he would have thought Lin An was already dead.

What should we do?

What should I do!!?

Zhang Tie's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched, the bandaged girl and the full pack of medicine hanging before him swayed.

Suddenly he seemed to think of something.

The scene of seeing the bandaged girl unconscious before flashed before his eyes.

Beside the dim medicine cabinet, the bandaged girl was surrounded by a mess of various medicines that had been taken.

The girl might also have been infected with the virus, yet she remained conscious until she fainted..

Medicine?

He hastily glanced at the medicine pack before him.

Maybe Lin Dui could also hold on by taking medicine like her, not turning into a zombie?!

Then.

Faster, even faster!

Perhaps bringing Lin Dui back to treat his injuries could still save him!!?

Hospital gate.

The speed at which Zhang Tie waved the corpse snake spine in his hand grew ever slower, his steps lagging.

The bear-like state had ended; forcibly activating the skill had completely drained his mental energy, an extreme sense of weakness filled his limbs.

The effects of the potion had also ended; amidst the nonstop slaughter, his stamina likewise reached its limit.

Even if he were stronger, he was still merely a 0 Fourth Rank Awakened One.

Essentially, he was still human.

Zhang Tie's wrist trembled, waving the bone whip like shooing away flies.

His strength had greatly diminished; he could barely keep the corpse horde from rushing up to him.

Soaked through.

Lin An and the bandaged girl, who originally felt light as a feather, now weighed a thousand jin from exhaustion.

Zhang Tie gritted his teeth and had no choice but to rush toward the inn.

Going in would be Safety.

The inn's first floor had been completely blocked; zombies couldn't get in.

"Lao Huang!"

"Er Shu!"

"Quickly throw down the rope!"

He strained his voice, shouting loudly at the damaged windowsill on the inn's second floor from afar, gesturing for those hiding inside to lower a rope and pull him up.

The second floor, which he could easily jump onto before, was now impossible to reach.

"Zhang Ge!"

On the inn's second floor, the crowd panicked at the sight of the corpse horde behind Zhang Tie.

"What's going on with them?"

"Lin Ge seems to be injured!"

"He's also carrying something, all wrapped in bandages like a person!"

"Blood, so much blood! Lin Ge seems to be seriously injured!"

"Stop arguing! Quickly help me throw down the rope to pull them up!"

Beside the collapsed window.

The middle-aged man called Er Shu looked anxious; he was Zhang Tie's relative.

He was somewhat old, his face full of wrinkles and his trembling hands gripping a hemp rope.

Relying on him alone, there was no way to lift the weight of three people.

"Come on! Lend a hand!"

He repeatedly urged the few youngsters on the second floor to help lend a hand.

Not far away, Zhang Tie was surrounded by a black mass of zombies, like a small boat in a vast sea, liable to be swallowed by the horde at any moment.

However, the crowd suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a while.

A middle-aged man with glasses, looking like a white-collar worker, spoke softly:

"I see their clothes are all torn, their bodies covered in blood."

"Zhang Ge and Lin Ge might have been infected."

His eyes flickered, his face somewhat uneasy.

Indeed, I have also noticed this.

The ninth-floor Director Wang suddenly jumped out, habitually clearing his throat.

Ladies and gentlemen, you must have seen or heard that the infected will turn into zombies.

Right now.

These two people, no, three people look injured. In that case, who can guarantee they haven't been infected?

With so many of us, if they come up and turn into zombies, who will bear the responsibility?

We must not lose the big over the small, lest we invite the wolf into the house!

Wang Jianguo remained composed; over the past two days he had revealed his identity to all the survivors.

As the person with the highest social standing in the venue, many white-collar workers and students who had not changed their views followed his lead.

Seeing someone voice what they had in mind, the crowd had many people echoing in agreement.

Selfishness, human nature revealed.

Wang Jianguo looked at Lin An, whose life or death was unknown behind Zhang Tie, and a twisted sense of pleasure welled up in his heart.

Heh, idiot.

Do you really think being strong makes you invincible? Going out once still turns you into a zombie.

If we honestly protected him, wouldn't waiting for the army to rescue be better than now?

Young people, just lack brains, unaware of the height of heaven and depth of earth.

You fucking say who's the wolf!

A man from Zhang Tie's crew gazed resentfully at Director Wang.

Zhang Tie and Lin An are still fine!

Don't forget who saved you!

A heartless, ungrateful wretch!

After being scolded, Wang Jianguo's gaze turned cold; he did not choose to retort.

Mutual cursing is something only brainless lowlifes would do.

Having immersed himself in officialdom for many years, he naturally knows what is truly important.

The second floor is now divided into three groups: one side is the white-collar and student group led by him, another side is the crew brought by Zhang Tie, and the remaining few belong to the wavering faction.

All day, he has thought it through clearly.

The inn is now safe; Lin An has cleared out all the zombies.

There is water, there is food.

Moreover, the army will surely come to rescue!

To survive, just stay here!

On the contrary, the Lin An he previously wanted to recruit and protect is the true unstable factor.

An existence capable of killing everyone but not under his control is truly too dangerous.

Furthermore, Lin An is now highly likely infected with the virus; he will not allow Lin An to return to the inn for either reason.

Lin An must die; Zhang Tie had better die too!

At present, Zhang Tie is about to lose his combat ability, and Lin An lies unconscious.

Not using such a good opportunity would be wasteful, wouldn't it?

Wang Jianguo's gaze was sorrowful, as if grieving deeply.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's not that we don't want to let them in.

But can you guarantee they won't turn into zombies after they come in?!

If something goes wrong, who will take responsibility? You? Or you!

Wang Jianguo pointed sternly at the crowd brought by Zhang Tie, his gaze stern.

I am also considering everyone's sake; where do I not want to save Lin An? My life was also saved by him!

Wang Jianguo let out a light sigh, but inwardly he snorted coldly.

Occupying the moral high ground of considering everyone, stopping Zhang Tie from entering is far more effective than talking back.

Seeing Zhang Tie's second uncle, face flushed and not knowing how to rebut, his heart was full of pleasure.

For such a brainless small fry, I think playing you to death would be simple, wouldn't it?

The crowd fell into a tangled dilemma.

Human hearts are selfish; if they consider themselves, they naturally do not want Lin An to come in.

But after all, their lives are also owed to Lin An's rescue; if they spoke up proactively, wouldn't that show they lack conscience?

The apocalypse has just broken out; many still cannot endure the scrutiny of others' gazes.

Moreover, if Lin An and Zhang Tie are truly fine, perhaps later we will have to rely on them for protection.

Zombies are too terrifying; letting them face it themselves, no one present has the courage.

Arguing, shoving.

Everyone harbors their own thoughts.

First, save people! I, Old Huang, am begging you all.

Plop.

The old man named Old Huang, after a bout of coughing, knelt down trembling slightly; he looked helplessly and indignantly at the group behind Zhang Tie.

They won't save, so you won't either!

The crowd brought by Zhang Tie all blushed, hurriedly following the second uncle to try to lower the rope.

Absolutely not!

The woman beside Wang Jianguo suddenly screamed at his gesture and snatched the rope.

"Do you want to get us killed?"

"What rescue? They're infected, they're zombies!"

"Get us killed?!"

"Do you have any brains? Even if Brother Lin doesn't save him, Brother Zhang should be saved!"

In the third-party crowd, a middle-aged man resembling a worker suddenly stood up—named Gao Peng—and loudly objected to that woman.

"Brother Zhang is definitely not infected! He can still kill zombies!"

Gao Peng was one of those who gave Lin An a map in the daytime.

Having witnessed the grim scene of the zombie outbreak firsthand, he has thought a lot.

It's okay not to save Lin An if he's infected.

But Zhang Tie is so strong, he's the kind that must be saved because he'll protect everyone.

It's thanks to this kind of well-meaning but useless person leading the way that they've survived until now.

With so many people staying in the hotel, the day the food runs out they'll eventually have to leave.

Without Zhang Tie leading them, relying on these good-for-nothings now would make survival impossible.

Moreover..

Even if Zhang Tie can't get in, he might not die!

When it comes to a life-or-death crisis, as long as Zhang Tie is willing to abandon Lin An, just by relying on his strength to dodge nearby, he still has a good chance of survival.

By then, holding a grudge, will Zhang Tie, who has been hiding outside and recuperating, let off this group that wants him dead?

Definitely not!

Judging others by oneself.

Whether considering conscience or self-interest, he must put on an act of wanting to save Zhang Tie.