It was already dark, and a tattered minibus, loaded with a dozen frightened survivors, was driving slowly on the road on the outskirts of the city.
The person in charge of driving was a middle-aged man with a yellow complexion. He was tall and strong, with strong arms and a pair of cautious eyes hidden under his fluffy hair. From time to time, he looked through the car window to observe the environment outside the road.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the middle-aged driver was a petite, rather delicate-looking girl. She looked like she was only in her early twenties. She had a pure ponytail and her clear eyes revealed that at this time,
A bit nervous.
Both of them were employees of a nursing home. Before the end of the world, they worked in the same nursing home. Although the working environment was far away from the downtown area, it was relaxed and comfortable.
But just three months ago, with the appearance of that weird red rainstorm, everything around us almost completely changed.
A large number of elderly people with poor health developed pathological changes due to exposure to rainwater. Soon after, these elderly people developed fevers and contracted that extremely terrifying "strange disease".
Before the nursing home could take effective first aid measures, a sick old man suddenly mutated and became a "monster" that crazily attacked living targets.
In such a terrifying environment, almost all the staff in the sanatorium were killed or injured, with only a dozen or so relatively strong young staff left, who managed to escape from that damn place.
Unfortunately, even if they escaped from the nursing home, the lives of the people in this car would not be easy.
This disaster has spread all over the world, making everything around the city unsafe. For three months, they have formed this exile team, looking for shelter everywhere. Unfortunately, no matter where they hide, they will be attacked by a large number of zombies.
Chasing and intercepting.
What's even more frightening is that due to the haste of the incident, these people did not carry enough survival supplies when they fled the workplace, resulting in the team's water and food supply being unable to meet the team's consumption.
Secondly, some team members experienced severe scratches and bites during encounters with zombies and continued to search for medicines for treatment.
On the minibus, the middle-aged driver stared at the road outside the window and kept murmuring,
"It's almost time. In another hour at most, we can arrive at the affiliated hospital in the southern suburbs. Before the end of the world, there were a lot of first-aid medicines stored there. They should be able to treat the wounded."
As soon as the middle-aged driver finished speaking, the girl with a ponytail said weakly, "But the apocalypse has been going on for so long, and those medicines may have been moved to other places long ago, and this road is too dangerous.
The closer to the city, the higher the probability of zombies appearing. Uncle Ma, I'm a little worried..."
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoling, I'm here. No matter what, I will find a cure!"
Before the girl could finish her words, the middle-aged driver shook his head and turned his worried eyes to the car behind him.
This not-too-spacious carriage also carried nearly a dozen colleagues, half of whom were wounded. The most conspicuous wounded was a young man, whose arms and legs were covered with bandages.
, was seriously injured and showed signs of high fever.
This young man is the son of the driver, Uncle Ma.
When the end of the world came, Uncle Ma chose to flee with his son and lived a life of hiding in Tibet. Although his life was very hard, his life was still peaceful.
Until two days ago, the temporary shelter where they were located was besieged by a group of zombies. Uncle Ma's son became the first target of the zombies' attack. Although he resisted desperately and barely saved his life, he suffered many scratches all over his body.
, coupled with the inflammation caused by wound infection, the body becomes very weak and urgently needs antibiotic treatment.
Because of this, he took the entire exile team to the affiliated hospital in the downtown area.
However, the zombies that appear along the way have become the team's biggest obstacle. Since setting foot on this road, the team has been attacked by zombies many times. Even the doors and windows of this car were tattered by zombies.
It's about to be scrapped.
Uncle Ma looked at his pale son, not to mention how worried he was. He was distracted for a moment, but forgot to pay attention to the stones on the road. By the time he reacted and turned the steering wheel hard, it was already too late. He only heard a bang and the wheels hit the ground.
It hit the stone and made a loud noise.
Everyone in the bus was shocked and was tossed around by the shaking minibus. Many people were complaining about how Uncle Ma drove the bus.
"Damn, it looks like the tire blew out!"
Uncle Ma was almost thrown out, but fortunately he was wearing a seat belt and was not injured, but his eyes looking at the car's dashboard became particularly livid.
This car was already in a semi-dead state, and now it has been involved in a car accident. It may be difficult to reach its destination.
"Don't panic, everyone. I'll get out of the car first and take a look. If the tires are damaged, there should be ways to make up for it."
Looking at his colleagues who were still complaining in the car, Uncle Ma felt very irritable. He hurriedly grabbed a steel pipe, pushed open the car door, and planned to get out of the car to check.
At this time, the girl with the ponytail also jumped out of the car, carefully grabbed the flashlight, and looked around the surrounding environment very cautiously.
In this dark night, it is actually very dangerous to repair a car. The noise of car repairs may attract the attention of zombies. Coupled with the human aura exuded by the people in the car, it is easy to attract the attention of nearby zombies.
Bring me here.
After Uncle Ma got out of the car, he quickly accelerated the inspection steps. Looking at the flat tire, he sighed helplessly and said to himself, "Fortunately, there is a spare tire at the back. I have to get it as soon as possible."
Just put it on."
As he spoke, Uncle Ma hurriedly took out the tool box. Before he could operate it, suddenly, the ponytail girl in charge of the inspection exclaimed, pointed to the green belt on the roadside and shouted,
"Uncle Ma, don't repair the car yet. Look, the leaves there are moving. There may be zombies hidden there."
"Where?"
Uncle Ma's eyelids twitched and he hurriedly grabbed the steel pipe in his hand. At the same time, he shouted to his colleagues in the car, "Be careful, everyone, there may be a funeral here..."
However, his call only lasted half of it, and he stopped quickly. Then he opened his eyes in disbelief, looked at a thin figure that appeared from the green belt, and asked in surprise,
"Who are you?"
Following Uncle Ma's low roar, the people in the car also ran out one after another. Five or six flashlights were turned on at the same time, forming several bright white lights that invariably shone on the face of the thin figure.
Under the light, a face with clear outlines, a strong nose bridge, a slender back, and healthy wheat-colored skin appeared. Although his appearance was slightly ordinary, his face was deep and sharp. At first glance, he was a very healthy man.
It does not have any zombie characteristics.
Soon, the man walked up to the group of people facing the light, frowned slightly, glanced at the crowd, and then introduced himself,
"Don't be nervous, everyone. I'm just passing by. I don't have any disgust with you. I forgot to mention that my name is Meng Fan. I am a survivor who escaped from another gathering point."