Chapter 63

"Do it!"

Zhang Su said to Old Wang in a low voice.

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Guangjun held the wooden spear tightly, hesitant like a rookie fisherman who didn't know which fish to spear, which was frustrating to watch.

Tripping a zombie isn't a permanent solution. Although their movements are stiff, they will eventually crawl up, so they must be solved in a short time.

Seeing Wang Guangjun unable to make a move for a long time, Zhang Su shook his head secretly. After all, it was his first time, and difficulties were understandable, but this was by no means a reason to shrink back.

"Watch closely!"

He took down the crowbar from his waist, aimed at a zombie's head, and swung it down. The heavy crowbar pierced the zombie's head in one go.

Ah-awoo...

The skull of the attacked zombie cracked, its whole body twitched, and it went limp on the ground, letting the other two zombies drag its body.

"Ugh-huh!"

Wang Guangjun was stimulated by the scene in front of him. His face flushed red, he let out a strange muffled grunt, his arms exerted force, and he thrust the spear down.

Pfft!

Although the wooden spear was simple, combined with Wang Guangjun's strength, it was no problem to deal with the flesh-and-blood zombie. It was a pity that his aim was slightly off; the spear didn't hit the head but pierced the neck.

"Finish it off!"

While speaking, Zhang Su flew a kick to send the zombie that was trying to get up out of the door, then another crowbar blow to its head, directly knocking it to the ground.

Seeing the opportunity, Zheng Xin immediately stepped over the zombie at the door, rushed forward, and raised the baseball bat high to smash it down hard. She was slowly mastering some positioning techniques and could avoid blood splashing on herself as much as possible.

"I said let Old Wang finish it off!"

Zhang Su was a bit speechless.

"It's okay, I'll do this one!"

The violent genes in Zheng Xin's body were fully activated, and the baseball bat swung continuously, actually knocking a large bloody hole in the wound Zhang Su had created for the zombie.

Wang Guangjun was worse than Zheng Xin. Watching the zombie with the wooden spear in its neck "swimming" on the ground, he stood aside helplessly, his skin twitching constantly.

Zhong Xiaoshan walked down from upstairs, wanting to swing the iron wrench to finish off the zombie, but was stopped by Zhang Su.

"Old Wang, you must finish off this zombie, otherwise you can just run behind the car. I won't let you on!"

Zhang Su said in an unquestionable tone.

Wang Guangjun pursed his lips and took a deep breath. He stomped his foot, stepped forward, grabbed the wooden spear, pulled it out with a "pfft," and then stabbed it down hard again.

Pfft.

The wooden spear pierced through the zombie's ear in one go. Judging by the depth, it shouldn't have penetrated through, but the zombie on the ground still stopped its movements slowly like a machine out of power, finally settling into silence.

"Finally done..."

"Don't shout!"

Old Wang was just about to shout excitedly when he was pushed hard by Zhang Su and hurriedly closed his mouth.

"I succeeded." Wang Guangjun whispered, a touch of uncontrollable madness on his face. This is the joy that everyone who kills a zombie for the first time experiences—the joy of transformation.

"Not bad, I'll give you a forty-five."

Zhang Su fiddled with the wooden spear stuck in the zombie's head and gave a grade.

"Forty, forty-five?" Wang Guangjun laughed sheepishly: "Brother Zhang, it's not a failing grade, is it?"

Zhang Su pointed at Zhong Xiaoshan: "First, she was the one who lured the zombies. Then, the tripwire was set by Xin. You were only responsible for the kill and still dawdled for half a day. Forty-five is because of your age; otherwise, it would be thirty."

Wang Guangjun's face felt a bit hot. For the first time in his life, he was inferior to a young girl. He laughed sheepishly and didn't refute; it was indeed irrefutable.

He pulled the wooden spear out of the zombie. The spearhead, stained with dark red blood, was already splintered. It would be scrapped after killing at most one or two more zombies; the durability was extremely low.

Zhang Su handed the crowbar in his hand to Wang Guangjun and said: "You know how to use a hoe, right? A zombie's head is the land; use the crowbar like a hoe!"

"Yes, yes, I used to work in the greenhouses in the countryside!"

Wang Guangjun excitedly took the crowbar and tried it in his hand; it was ten thousand times handier than that broken wooden spear!

"Try it later, loot the gear first!"

Zhang Su said to Wang Guangjun.

"Loot the gear?" Wang Guangjun looked at Zhang Su with great surprise.

"Uncle, zombies were people too before they died. They will have some things on them more or less. Don't waste it!"

Seeing Wang Guangjun looking stunned, Zheng Xin demonstrated it herself, squatted down, and started digging into the zombie's pockets.

Wang Guangjun showed a look of realization and hurriedly squatted down to start "looting the gear," while constantly muttering "no offense, no offense."

Soon, the group finished looting the gear. As time passed, there were fewer and fewer useful things. Besides mobile phones, only cigarettes had any significance. As for wallets and keys, they were too lazy to even take them.

"Mobile phones must be collected. They are needed when using sound to lure zombies. They are basically disposable consumables, so the more the better!"

Zhang Su stuffed several mobile phones into his bag and said to the group: "Xiaoshan risked her life to do the test for us just now and obtained very important data. Judging from the situation just now, the distance at which zombies sense living things is about four to five meters."

"It might also have something to do with my rapid breathing."

Zhong Xiaoshan added.

Zhang Su was slightly stunned and then said: "The safe distance should have a certain margin, seven or eight meters. Without making any noise, seven or eight meters is a safe distance that won't disturb the zombies. Of course, this is only preliminary data, everyone still needs to be careful!"

"If zombies mainly rely on smell and hearing to judge, will some special smells make them more sensitive? Like blood."

Zheng Xin raised a question.

Zhang Su nodded: "This is very likely, but we don't have blood now, so we can't do experiments. We'll try again when we have a chance in the future. Adjust, get ready to set off!"

A moment later, the four of them arrived behind the iron door leading to the parking lot. Zhang Su put his ear to the door as usual and listened carefully. It was quiet, with only very faint friction sounds, making it difficult to distinguish where zombies were wandering.

"Haven't they left yet?"

Zhang Su thought to himself.

His plan was to let Qin Ya's group drive the zombies away before they entered the underground garage, which would be much easier.

"Or have they already left..."

Zhang Su frowned in surprise. Calculating by time, he felt that Qin Ya's group wouldn't be that fast. The main thing was that if Qin Ya and the others drove away, they would definitely make a lot of noise. The current peaceful appearance didn't look like someone had just left.

"Follow me closely in a moment, don't panic!"

After waiting for another two or three minutes, there was still no movement. Zhang Su decided not to wait any longer, gave instructions to the people around him again, and gently pulled open the iron door.

Whoosh.

A slight cold wind accompanied by the stench of rot blew into the stairwell, and the group couldn't help but shiver.

According to past sayings, so many people died in the underground garage that it must be unclean, but no one cared about that now.

Compared to the legendary ghosts and gods, the zombies in the real world are more lethal...

The light source in the underground parking lot is limited. The extremely weak light emitted from the stairwells of each unit can be ignored. It mainly relies on the hazard lights of some cars to illuminate, but unfortunately, the alarm sound has stopped, and it is estimated that the power will run out soon.

(End of chapter)