These walkers were different from the ones Airon had encountered, although those also ran, these seemed to be faster and more flexible than any other. Unlike normal walkers that can even be taken out by children, they can kill even the most experienced soldier.
After all, the infected person is a corpse controlled by the virus, he is not afraid at all, and does not even look at the death of his comrades around him, he still runs sullenly, following the instructions given by his instinct.
Auge!
Rick and a group of six others came out of the door, it was then that the other people outside were in formation ready to take out anything that came out from inside the hallway.
Daniel looked at the walerks that were getting closer and closer, and even though he had been battlefield trained, he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.
As the infected group was about to leave the doorway, Rick reminded the surrounding soldiers, "Throw a grenade!"
Hearing Rick's order, the soldiers who had been preparing for a long time picked up the grenades, pulled out the pins, raised their hands and threw them hard toward the group of walkers running in front.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Numerous of grenades flew through the air and landed among the walkers. Suddenly, explosions echoed one after another, and a black fog rose up through the warehouse. One could only vaguely see countless walkers being dragged away. Burnt black limbs and severed arms reached into the air and fell heavily on the surrounding area, with scarlet blood still emanating from the fractures.
As the black mist gradually dissipated, everyone realized that the ground had been caved in by the explosion of the grenades. At the top of the shaft lay walkers who had already died or whose legs had been blown off and could no longer run.
The corridor was also hit by the explosions and everyone fell silent as they nervously pointed their guns.
But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the group of walkers in the rear began to advance desperately. The people who had their weapons raised began to tremble because of this type of abnormal walkers, and the gap between the doors began to come out walkers running.
Seeing this situation, Rick's pupils sharply contracted, and he lost the calmness he had a moment ago, and shouted to the soldiers, "Hold formation, if we move or retreat now we will all die, get the 50 caliber weapons ready and don't let any walkers get close."
"Let's go!"
"Fire!"
The vehicles had been removed since Rick's group entered the interior of the other hallway, so they were some distance away and the formation was now stable, so no matter what came out of this place, the walkers would be wiped out.
Rick kept firing and shouted, "Hold formation and fire, have someone prepare a Molotov cocktail and throw it in the hallway where the walkers are coming out, don't stop firing."
Of course, the soldiers also saw the situation in the hallway was not good, especially the soldiers on the roofs of the vehicles whose faces were as pale as paper, but instead of running away, they raised their guns and angrily pulled the trigger on the infected people who were squeezing toward the group.
The soldiers on the roofs of the vehicles on either side also ignited the Molotov cocktails in their hands and hurled them toward the group of infected people in the distance with all their might.
"Crack!"
With several crackles of broken glass, the Molotov cocktail hit the feet of the walkers coming out of the corridor hard. The red flames ignited all the nearby walkers, and even a bottle of Molotov cocktail exploded straight up in the air, as if forming a fire dragon, spilling on the ground over the head of a walker.
However, although the Molotov cocktails set all the walkers on fire in a large area, they could not kill all the walkers immediately. And this group of horrible undead kept running water ahead with great speed, even though the soldiers below and above the vehicles were sweating profusely and their faces turned red, causing the adrenaline in their bodies to kick in.
Rick's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the gradually widening space in the corridor where the bullets were heading at high speed. Even the holographic sight on his Ak kept pointing at the walkers. At this moment, he really thought it was over.
Just as everyone was filled with despair, dense and hurried footsteps came from the door behind them, and hundreds of figures in black combat suits entered without hesitation, helping Rick's group who were firing with concentration at the walkers.
With the addition of new forces and the blocking of the Molotov cocktail, the mutated walkers were eliminated at great speed, and with everyone's efforts together, those red-eyed figures began to diminish in intensity.
Staring in amazement at the reinforcements that suddenly appeared, Daniel at Rick's side saw that those figures turned out to be soldiers from the elimination squad that originally should have been in Georgia.
But when he saw that they all had the S.C.T. community insignia on their shoulders, Daniel understood that these should have been nearby training, so a comforting smile formed on his face.
Fierce gunfire echoed in the surrounding area, causing the sounds of gunfire to be heard loudly throughout the military base.
As he fired, Rick watched the rear of the group of walkers. About ten minutes later, he finally saw the tail end of the group of corpses behind this horde, and loudly reminded his comrades.
"Hold on! We'll wipe them out soon enough! "
The people around could not hear Rick's words clearly at this moment, but they could feel the excited expression on Rick's face, and the gunshots in the corridor became more violent for a moment,
"Bang!"
After one shot, the last walker finally went down, AA squad stepped forward and looked at the walker corpses stretching from outside the door to the corridor corridor and it was then that questions formed in everyone's mind.
What are those walkers practically running and jumping?
Why are their eyes bloodshot and don't they appear to be rotting?
Before the base was under Airon's direction, this kind of thing never happened. Airon followed them almost every time they went out. He paid great attention to many details, so people gradually ignored many things.
What happened to the group this time was tantamount to a wake-up call for everyone, making them realize that this is the end of the world and apparently there are scarier monsters than just walkers.
After stepping over these corpses, a group of people saw the body parts of their comrades who were killed, and the scene of being dragged away flashed through the minds of those inside.
Rick sighed, looked at the few people around him, and finally pulled out his dagger and walked over.
"Let's gather the corpses together to burn them, we can't afford to get sick!"
...
Due to the accident where more than ten people died, everyone felt depressed, and obviously along with the help a special AA division brigade of two hundred people who were in an advance party near the base, were much more cautious as they moved on.
Rick took the lead and walked toward the cafeteria entrance, knocked on the cafeteria door, put his ear to the door and listened, but there was no sound inside.
"Crunch!"
The cafeteria door opened slightly, and looking inside through the gap, there was nothing.
"Rick?"
Daniel's eyes were wide open, waiting for any anomaly.
"There's no one inside."
When Rick opened the cafeteria door, the situation inside was clear at a glance. As Rick said, there was no one.
Jim asked, "Is it possible that all those different walkers were wiped out?"
"Maybe not..."
The cafeteria is quite large, one wall is full of glass windows and the lighting is very good. You can see the courtyard outside from the cafeteria, but the floor inside is very cluttered, and there are many bags of military rations scattered from the back kitchen of the cafeteria to the door.
The back kitchen is not far from the door. The military rations in this place are actually very simple. They are all packaged foods. These foods are not as rich in flavor as fresh food, but they are high in calories and it was what they needed.
Rick walked straight to the back kitchen of the cafeteria followed by some soldiers, there was a small storeroom here, at this time, the storerooms were open, and there were also some full packs of military rations scattered on the floor.
"This place seems to have been emptied in a hurry." Daniel looked at the military rations scattered on the floor outside the door. It was obvious that someone dropped them while transporting supplies, but they didn't have time to pick them up. Obviously because time was short.
Just as several people were checking out the cafeteria, someone's slightly flustered voice came from the door.
"Don't move, put the gun down!"