Published: February 5, 2025
Without personally battling the deadly corpses, one will never understand their horror.
Zombies may be slow, their bodies may be stiff, and their weaknesses may be evident. Even when you lack fear, you can toy with them when they are isolated, easily stabbing your knife into their eye sockets.
However, once the number of zombies reaches a certain level, their terror becomes apparent. You never know where a decayed, rotting hand might reach out to grab you, or where a pus-filled foot might step on you, let alone where a sharp, stinking mouth might appear to tear a chunk of flesh from your body.
Moreover, the terrifying virus of the zombies looms over you like dark clouds, casting a shadow continuously.
In the apocalypse, the most frightening things are not the eerie desolate lands that stand still, nor the beasts of evolution that instill fear in humanity, but the zombie tide and the beast tide.
In the face of a zombie tide or beast tide, everyone, whether human or beast, is as fragile as a three-year-old child.
Especially when most zombies have undergone evolution, each one gaining immense strength, they become clusters of true reapers, wielding black sickles and threatening every living species on this planet.
In his past life, Ye Zhongming experienced this terror. After surviving several close calls, he harbored some shadows when facing hordes of zombies. However, now he understood that to become wealthy and obtain more, he must confront these monsters head-on.
Taking a deep breath, as he gazed at the horde of zombies just a dozen meters away, Ye Zhongming suddenly shouted, "Open fire!"
Li Qiang's subordinates, who were called here, along with some reluctant base guards who had also come, pulled the triggers together atop the ruins.
Gunfire once again spread across the skies above the base.
The bloody scene made many who were witnessing such a spectacle for the first time feel nauseated. Even Park Soo-young and Liang Chuyin, who had been fighting alongside Ye Zhongming, felt uneasy upon seeing the zombies instantly turned into fragments by bullets, with various bodily tissues flying everywhere.
However, they both understood that to continue surviving in the apocalypse, scenes like this would likely become frequent, so despite their discomfort, they remained focused on the battlefield, waiting for their moment to strike.
If not for the chaos the previous night, the base could have organized the guards to defend itself; not to mention half an hour, it might have held out for five or even ten hours.
But after the chaos, with Chef Jin and Director Wang eliminated by Ye Zhongming, the entire base fell into a state of disorder. There was no unified command, and not many could concentrate here at this time. With only a little over a hundred subordinates under Li Qiang, although everyone had a gun, the ammunition was insufficient, and such concentrated fire could not last long.
"Stop!"
Ye Zhongming shouted, waving his arms to try to make the fighting warriors see and hear his commands.
Faced with zombies, these soldiers who had only survived in the apocalypse for half a month could not maintain their composure, resulting in significantly reduced shooting accuracy. When zombies were close, they could maintain a certain hit rate, but once they were far, the bullets would fly unpredictably. Therefore, after plowing through a group of zombies, Ye Zhongming ordered them to stop, saving ammunition while also providing these soldiers a moment to breathe.
Pulling the trigger seemed easy, but in intense combat, the tension of emotions could drain enormous physical strength and energy.
Jiamin held Little Tiger's gun, silently observing Ye Zhongming's actions while fighting.
In a small area beneath the ruins, the horde of zombies was violently cut into pieces by the fierce gunfire. Limbs, severed arms, heads, and blood splattered everywhere. Any normal human witnessing such a scene would feel discomfort, at least visually.
But this did not deter the lower-tier zombies that had lost their clear consciousness. They cared not for the death of their kind; they only cared about whether they could consume fresh flesh and blood.