The man known as Brother Kun, dressed in black, began to sweat from his palms due to the nerves. Their ammo was now sparse, and he had no idea how much longer they could hold out under such conditions.
Boom!
Everyone in the carriage felt the ground shaking beneath them, as if they were airborne and then suddenly smashed against the ceiling of the train, several of them spewing blood and passing out!
Clatter!
We're screwed! We've derailed! We're going to die! Zombies are everywhere outside. Oh God, please save us!
After more violent jerks, Fu Xinkun felt as if his insides were in turmoil. When he heard the panicked screams of his companions, his heart tightened. He hurriedly got up and looked outside the window of the car. The zombies that were there before had been thrown far away by the sudden jerks.
Indeed, the train had gone off the tracks, and was now crashing down a street.
"Ma De, get your asses up now if you want to live," Fu Xinkun shouted at the men lying on the floor of the carriage. He put his rifle behind his back. He used to be a soldier before the Apocalypse, and was pretty agile. He got the guns he held now through his connections, thinking they were collectibles. He never thought there would be a day he'd have to use them. Ever since the zombie apocalypse broke out, he had been running for his life, all the way to here with a few brothers.
To get back on track, Fu Xinkun dragged himself up to the window and climbed onto the roof of the car. The others also picked up their guns and followed him. As the train was still moving, they had to lay flat on the roof of the car, waiting for it to slow down.
The derailed train was wreaking havoc down the broad street, steamrolling countless zombies and abandoned cars, leaving lots of intricate tracks of the steel wheels on the cemented road.
Tang Ye, dumped the old, dirty clothes he was wearing in a clothing store and put on brand new loose black trousers, a black long-sleeve over-shirt and a large black vest. Dressed in black from top to bottom, the new attire completely transformed his vibe. He felt his confidence surge.
While appreciating his new look in the mirror, all of a sudden, the derailed train rushed by and gave him a shock!
"F*ckin' Hell!"
Tang Ye was dumbfounded, unable to describe the shocking scene of the derailed train moving down the street, and could only sum it up in one phrase, "F*ckin' Hell!"
The iron wheels of the train were creating an unbearable noise on the road, not far from where he stood. Fu Xinkun and others quickly stood up, taking out their rifles and shooting the zombies gathering in small numbers, one headshot after another. Many zombies with brains dug out lying around puzzled him.
Who did this?
He couldn't puzzle over this question for long. From the ammunition belt around his waste, he quickly reloaded his gun. Then, he led his group off the train, heading for a building free from zombies.
Only a handful of zombies were chasing them. Those following Fu Xinkun were shooting while retreating.
Tang Ye wanted to help them initially, but once he saw the guns they held, he chose not to. What if they paid him back by putting a bullet in his head? Where would he turn if that happened?
Tang Ye went back into the clothing store, quietly watching their actions from the side. He saw Fu Xinkun and others enter the building and close the massive door behind them. The late-coming zombies could merely bang on the door, letting out helpless roars.
Tang Ye walked out of the clothing store. The rifles they held puzzled him. They were holding standard Chinese Type 95 rifles, and their movements suggested a lot of experience. This made him suspect that they were military personnel from Fu Xinkun's team.
The arrival of military personnel was good news to the general public, but not for Tang Ye. His head could easily burst like a peanut caught in a stray bullet! Besides, the demeanor of those men was not that of kind, helpful people, but more of desperados.
Tang Ye looked at the setting sun. It was time to find a place to spend the night. The environment at night would enhance the zombies' abilities, but for Tang Ye, who thought like a human, living by day and hiding by night had become a routine.
Fu Xinkun and company had guns, so they could probably protect themselves. He didn't want to meddle in their affairs. He wasn't a saint, and the only reason he was saving people was to hold onto his fleeting humanity.
Tang Ye wasn't sure how long he had been asleep. He was only awakened by the roar of a zombie. Needless to say, that zombie's brain was dug out by him. He tried to check the time on the mobile phones he picked off zombies, but all of them had run out of battery due to prolonged standby. Moreover, the electricity in a lot of buildings was off because there hadn't been anyone to maintain it, so there was nowhere for him to charge those phones.
He looked at the blood-stained crowbar in his hand, thinking how great it would be if he could get his hands on a gun from those guys.
A super zombie with a machine gun! Cool!
After fantasizing for a while, Tang Ye went into the cleanest room he could find in a residential building. Inside, there was a female zombie standing in a daze. She had a good figure, but her face...well, it was so decomposed that it was beyond recognition. Overall, she was kind of a beauty among zombies, but Tang Ye wasn't interested in her.
Seeing Tang Ye, a strong man who stood over six feet tall, the female zombie didn't resist. Tang Ye certainly wasn't going to be gentle with her. He took the crowbar and mercilessly smashed her head, ate her brain, then threw her body outside the door. After that, he lay down on the bed to sleep.
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy. Although he was going to bed a bit early...
Noon the next day, a gunshot suddenly woke Tang Ye up. He suppressed his instinct to rush toward the gunshot, opened the window, and looked in that direction.
The building Tang Ye was sleeping in was diagonally opposite to the one where Fu Xinkun and others were staying. He was able to see what was happening over there.
They had barricaded the iron door with piled-up furniture. Outside, dozens of zombies were banging against it, while more zombies were being attracted by the gunshot.
"Who the f*ck shot that gun? Who wants to die?" Furious with the situation, Fu Xinkun started yelling at the men who were observing the scene with him.
"Brother Kun, there are too many zombies outside... I... I couldn't hold back...That's why I fired the shot."
"Do you want me to throw you out there to the zombies? F*ck," Fu Xinkun cursed as he watched the growing number of zombies gathering outside. The sight of them sent chills down his spine and fueled his anger.
Slap!