"What do we do?" the others turned to Bobby. He hesitated for a moment, then decisively said, "Save her!"
"Alright!" The others shared a knowing smile, agreeing with Bobby's decision.
Meanwhile, more zombies, attracted by the noise, started moving toward the car. The number of zombies surrounding them grew rapidly, making it increasingly difficult for the group to fend them off.
"Master, do we need to help them?" Elsie asked. Stel's backpack was full of weapons. If he used his slingshot to cover the group, they might actually manage to escape.
"Why should we help them?" Stel replied.
"But if we help them escape, they could bring back rescue. Then we'd be safe too," Elsie reasoned logically.
Stel dismissed her argument. "Even if we help them, they're doomed. Why waste our weapons?"
"Doomed?" Elsie was confused. Clearly, there weren't many zombies now, and their car was already running. They were just a step away from escaping.
"Do you know what's the most dangerous thing during an apocalypse?" Stel asked.
"Zombies?" Elsie guessed.
"No, the most dangerous thing is foolishly trying to save others when you can barely save yourself. Even if they manage to escape with our help, they'll only regret it when they're dragged down to death later," Stel said with a cold smile.
He then allowed Elsie to stand up for once and witness how these people would meet their end.
Minutes passed, and more zombies gathered around. The group's faces grew increasingly grim as the situation worsened. The longer they waited, the more zombies converged, making their escape seem less likely.
And they had already missed the best time to escape.
"Chris, hurry up!" someone shouted, their voice filled with desperation. The area around the car was piled with zombie corpses, and the group was exhausted from fighting.
"I'm out of strength!" one of the companions cried out, his machete dull and almost useless.
"I'm almost done too. Why isn't Chris out yet?" another man shouted as he focused on the zombies in front of him.
Suddenly, a zombie that had been lurking near the car jumped on his back and bit into his neck.
"Ahhhhh!!!!" the man screamed in pain, but it was too late. A large, bloody wound gushed on his neck.
"Ferris has been bitten!" someone shouted. "Quick, save him!"
But it was too late. The zombie dragged Ferris under the car, where a swarm of zombies surrounded him, tearing him apart.
"Ahhhhh!" Ferris's screams echoed as he was devoured, and soon he too became one of the undead.
Just then, a voice came from the stairwell. "I'm here!"
Chris emerged, holding the woman's hand, running straight from the stairwell. The group's anxiety eased, but before they could mourn the loss of their companion, they were immediately captivated by the woman's beauty.
Everyone swallowed simultaneously, captivated by the woman's beauty.
"Chris, run!"
"Chris is here, Bobby, get ready to drive away!"
As Chris and the woman emerged, everyone's faces turned pale and rigid.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A massive horde of zombies followed closely behind Chris, their numbers now dozens of times greater than before.
"What?!"
Seeing the approaching zombies, the group's faces turned ashen.
The zombies surged toward the car like a tidal wave.
"Start the car! Hurry!"
Everyone shouted urgently.
Just then, a large group of zombies appeared in front of the car, blocking the road.
"This..."
Bobby, the driver, was stunned. The zombies formed a wall, making it nearly impossible to drive through the short distance with so many people in the car.
"Give me your hand!"
Chris and the woman reached the car, decapitating a few zombies in their way before being pulled inside by their companions.
But as soon as they got in, the zombies surrounded the car.
"Bobby, drive!"
The sight of countless zombie faces pressed against the car, their claws scratching the glass, terrified everyone.
"Stop rushing me! The gas pedal is floored, but the zombies are blocking the way!"
"Eeek!"
Bobby had no choice but to reverse at full speed, running over several zombies, turning them into bloody pulp under the wheels.
But behind them was the apartment building—a dead end.
Ahead lay the massive horde of zombies.
"See, these people are doomed," Stel said with a light laugh, standing on the balcony.
The car, cornered and with no other options, accelerated once more, attempting to reach its maximum speed.
"Roar!"
The car charged directly into the horde of zombies, trying to carve a path through the mass of undead.
"Thud!"
At first, the car's speed scattered the zombies, but soon, the relentless swarm overwhelmed it, dragging it to a halt.
"This isn't good!" Bobby tried to reverse the car, but it was already out of his control.
"Crash!"
Countless bloody hands pounded on the glass, finally breaking through. A pair of hands grabbed a woman by her clothes and dragged her out of the car.
"Ahhh!!!!" she screamed as she was pulled out, her life swiftly ending.
"Bobby, what do we do now?"
"It's all your fault! You wasted time saving that woman!" the others in the car blamed Chris.
Chris's face darkened. The woman he saved was dead, and his companions were perishing because of his decision.
"Bobby, what should we do?" Chris frantically hacked at the zombies outside the car.
Bobby remained silent for a moment before suddenly releasing the door lock.
The door was forced open, and zombies flooded in, dragging everyone else out of the car.
"Ahhh!!!!"
The screams of his companions echoed as Bobby took advantage of the distraction. He quietly opened the driver's door and ran into the apartment building.
The mission was a complete failure. No one escaped; instead, they all turned into zombies. Bobby found an empty room and hid inside.