Of course, we can't blame them for being timid. The scene in front of them was really too weird.
As fugitives in the apocalypse, the scar-faced man and others have often dealt with monsters, but this is the first time they have seen such a weird humanoid monster, and it would be frightening for anyone.
Liao Fan stood behind the team and warned in a deep voice, "Don't panic. Zombies only become so disgusting and terrifying because they are invaded and infected by germs. But after all, they are formed by mutations of ordinary people, so their combat power will not be too great."
Gao, just don’t get trapped in a tight siege.”
As soon as the words fell, Liao Fan turned around and started running.
His running also aroused the mood of others to flee. In an instant, the scar-faced man and several other subordinates started running after him.
However, the zombies on the floor had already surrounded them and were crawling towards them from different places in the corridor.
Before people could completely run out of the residential building, there was a strange, cold wind behind them. Liao Fan soon heard the screams of a man,
"Ah... don't run away yet, come and help me!"
"Zhou Kang, what's wrong with you?" The scar-faced man was quite loyal. Hearing the roar of his subordinates, he immediately turned around to look.
I saw a relatively thin man kicking a brick to pieces while escaping, and fell to the ground due to his unbalanced center of gravity.
The crawling zombies took the opportunity to pounce on him. There was a child zombie crawling the fastest. He stretched out his green claws and hugged the man's calf tightly.
"Ah... get away, don't come near me!"
The thin man was frightened and kicked his legs hard, trying to kick the child zombie away.
But it's no use.
The child zombie looked thin, but his strength was comparable to that of an adult, especially the cyan nails in his hands, which were firmly embedded in the prey's flesh. He lay on the man's lap and never let go despite him beating him hard.
"ah!"
The nails dug into his calves, causing strong stinging pain and making the thin man scream in agony.
The next second, the child zombie opened its mouth suddenly and bit into his knee. The bite force of the blackened teeth was amazing, and a faint "click" sound could be heard as the bones rubbed against the canines.
"Fuck, get out!"
The scar-faced man's expression changed drastically. He dodged and immediately jumped in front of the injured man. He raised his knife and slashed.
The machete cut open the child's zombie's back, stretching out a wound that was more than ten centimeters long.
The blood splattered in the wound was also black, accompanied by a purulent and putrid smell.
If a normal child suffered such an injury, he would probably not die but become disabled.
But the child zombie didn't feel any pain at all. It still stared numbly with its eyes wide open, lying on the prey's legs and biting crazily, with no intention of stopping.
"Fuck you, uncle, why isn't it afraid of pain?"
This scene stunned the scar-faced man, and he could only bite the bullet and continue to use the knife, slashing the child zombie's back several times.
Not far away, Liao Fan looked back at the child zombie whose back had been chopped into pieces but was still clinging to the prey's calf and refused to let go. He also frowned in disgust and quickly reminded him,
"Zombies don't feel pain, and they don't have any fear. The only weakness is their brains. Don't attack other places, just blow up this guy's brain."
"OK."
The scar-faced man didn't have time to think, so he immediately gave up the machete, took out the homemade pistol, aimed at the child zombie's forehead, and decisively pulled the trigger.
boom!
The bullet exploded inside the child's zombie's skull, blowing off the child's zombie's heavenly cap, and then a pool of filthy blood spilled out.
Most of the head of the child zombie exploded, and thick black blood spilled all over the floor. As expected, it stopped moving and soon fell to the ground stiffly.
“It really works!”
The scar-faced man was extremely happy. He quickly helped the bitten man and asked anxiously, "Zhou Kang, how do you feel?"
The man who was bitten shook his head and endured the pain and said, "I'm fine. Let's go quickly. These zombies are too scary!"
However, the corridor of the residential building was narrow, and there were too many zombies rushing towards him. In addition, the scar-faced man wasted a lot of time trying to save people, and he was soon surrounded by more hideous and rotting zombies.
"Everyone takes action together, we must rush out immediately!"
Seeing that there were more and more zombies, the scar-faced man was also aroused with anger in his heart. He immediately raised the machete again and frantically slashed at the humanoid zombies around him.
As the leader of the exile team, the scar-faced man was quite capable. He killed a zombie with just a few blows, but there were really a lot of zombies, and there were more zombies approaching quickly inside and outside the building.
Perhaps affected by the "human touch", these originally slow-moving zombies became faster and faster, formed a team, and began to launch frequent attacks that were not afraid of death, which immediately made the scar-faced man feel...
pressure.
"Ah, it hurts me to death, these damn monsters!"
Zhou Kang, who was bitten, also screamed and waved the machete in his hand randomly, almost chopping with his eyes closed.
They formed a formation and began to charge towards the street outside the residential building. The scar-faced man kept charging in front, using the machete in his hand and the pistol to continuously attack the surrounding zombies.
But there were a lot of zombies, and some of them had already broken through his blade, and swung their sharp claws one after another, making the crowd very embarrassed.
Several people were scratched by the claws of the zombies, and their clothes were stained red with blood.
The zombies look skinny and short, even walking unsteadily, but their claws are extremely sharp. As long as they are slapped on a person, they can tear out pieces of flesh and blood, leaving people in an extremely embarrassed state.
The severe pain made the scar-faced man roar crazily, and he roared angrily,
"No, these zombies are too crazy, we can't get out at all!"
"Since forcing your way in is not possible, let's use tools. Didn't we collect a lot of gasoline bottles yesterday? We can use firelight to force them back!"
Liao Fan had been mixed in the crowd, watching all this coldly. Seeing that the scar-faced man really couldn't hold on anymore, he issued a reminder in a deep voice.
"Yes, we still have gasoline bottles that can be used to set fires. Come on, everyone, start setting fires!"
After being reminded by Liao Fan, the scar-faced man suddenly realized what he was doing. He quickly threw out the gasoline bottle hanging from his waist and threw it towards the place where monsters gathered.
Someone took out a windproof lighter and threw it at the place where the gasoline was spilled. With a bang, flames burst out, and tongues of flame filled with high temperature licked the ground crazily. In an instant, a curtain of fire was formed, temporarily intercepting the zombies.
However, although the flames could pose a certain obstacle to the zombies, these zombies, who had lost their pain-sensing nerves and had no idea what they were afraid of, still did not stop attacking.
Even if their bodies were ignited by the flames and their clothes and hair were completely burned, the zombies still carried the flames all over their bodies and rushed towards people angrily.
"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, ah. Help me!"
Dozens of zombies rushed up together, and soon hugged an unlucky guy. Using their hands and feet, they dragged the person into the pile of zombies, and then bit him one after another indiscriminately.
The person who fell into the pile of zombies could still struggle and scream desperately at first, but gradually, there were more and more bite wounds on his body. Every time the monster bit him, he was accompanied by his screams, and the sound continued.
It echoed in the narrow corridor, and it was extremely shrill.