The remaining two players' trucks were heading toward the nearby motel.
"It seems that motel is their next destination," Ryan muttered to himself, feeling a bit puzzled.
"But… what about Candy's truck? Are they just leaving it behind?"
After Buddy killed the player who tried to rob them, Ryan learned that players were bound to their vehicles.
So if he were to set Candy's truck on fire, could he eliminate her?
It was worth a try, but he felt the chances were slim.
After all, the rules stated that vehicles were bound to players.
From a certain perspective, Ryan thought, Candy was already dead.
At the very least, she was no longer human, so the binding rule with her vehicle might have been lifted.
Still, Ryan planned to test it out.
If it worked, it would save him a lot of effort.
…
Ten minutes later.
Ryan arrived at the location where Candy had initially called for help.
With the live map in hand, Ryan had plotted a route that avoided several zombie hordes.
This saved him quite a bit of time; the two-kilometer distance was quicker than he had anticipated.
The ground here was littered with zombie remains.
A strong stench of decay filled the air, causing Ryan to wrinkle his nose and his stomach to churn.
It was the first time he truly experienced just how foul the smell of death could be.
Some zombies still lingered nearby, but Ryan kept his voice low; they hadn't noticed him.
Buddy was also quite obedient; its intelligence seemed to be quite high.
It observed Ryan's actions and adjusted its behavior accordingly.
Throughout the journey, Ryan made many observations.
The zombies in this scenario appeared to have almost no vision.
However, they possessed extremely keen hearing and smell, converging towards any sound.
Even the sounds made by their companions could draw them in.
This led Ryan to recall something he had read in a science publication—
Locusts are solitary insects, but when their density in a given area reaches a certain level, they gather together and move in a specific direction, ultimately forming a swarm.
Now Ryan was more convinced that the individual weakness of these zombies was likely a tactic to mislead players.
Ten zombies gathering together would be enough to attract nearby companions.
Once they formed a group of a hundred, they could generate a tremendous amount of noise.
Ultimately, the wave of sound created by a large number of zombies gathering could potentially summon all the zombies in the city, forming a massive horde capable of shaking the entire place.
If players only realized this when the horde had already gathered, it would surely be too late.
Ryan opened the door and entered Candy's truck.
There was still a faint smell of blood lingering inside.
The passenger seat was covered in bloodstains, likely from when she had been attacked by that monster after leaving the safe zone.
Ryan checked around, but there were no useful supplies in the truck.
It seemed everything had already been taken away.
Ryan didn't waste any time and planned to use some fuel to set the vehicle on fire.
He took out his hunting knife and sliced the seat to tear off a piece of fabric.
Ryan pried open the outer fuel tank cover with a crowbar and shoved the fabric into the gasoline.
Then, he lit it with a lighter.
The flames began to climb upward, soon reaching the fuel tank.
"Buddy, let's go," Ryan whispered, and both he and the dog quickly evacuated the area.
The open flame made contact with the evaporating gasoline, igniting it instantly, and flames erupted violently from the fuel tank.
Thick smoke billowed out, quickly engulfing the entire truck.
…
At the motel, in a room at the end of the second floor.
Candy lay naked on the bed, her ample breasts swaying rhythmically as the man beneath her thrust away.
Another man stood at the side of the bed, feeling the warmth of her mouth.
At that moment, Candy's system panel popped up.
She turned her head to check the information in front of her.
[The core components of your vehicle have been severely damaged and cannot be repaired.]
[You have been released from vehicle binding; therefore, you are not affected.]
[Please continue to complete your current mission—infect more players and spread the Rational Rabid Disease.]
[Mission Objective: Infect 100 players or kill 50 players before the end of this round of the scenario.]
[Mission Progress: Infect 0/100, Kill 0/50.]
After reading the information in front of her, Candy's eyes were filled with fury.
Who destroyed my vehicle?
She quickly thought in her mind, worried that some players might have started hunting her down...
The moment Candy confirmed that she was infected, this mission appeared before her.
At that time, the system also told her—
Once the time was up, a bounty mission would be issued for hunting her down.
But it shouldn't happen so quickly, and if the mission were issued, she should receive a corresponding notification.
It must be some greedy players who lusted after her body, not paying attention to the information in the chat room, only to find out she had already moved when they arrived, so they angrily destroyed her vehicle...
But it didn't matter; Candy forced a smile.
After all, she no longer needed a car.
"Bitch! What are you daydreaming about?" said the man standing beside Candy, reaching out to grab her breast.
Seeing she hadn't turned to look at him, he felt slightly annoyed.
Candy glanced at him, a sneer curling her lips.
Then she slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, leaning her head forward.
The man tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his expression one of intoxication.
The next second, a sharp pain shot through his lower body, quickly spreading throughout him.
He snapped his eyes open and looked down to see what was happening, stumbling backward and nearly fainting from shock.
The male player's dick had been bitten off.
The engorged sponge-like tissue sprayed blood outward like a water gun.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
A piercing scream erupted as he clutched his wound, writhing in agony on the ground.
Even so, Candy wasn't done.
She pulled a crowbar from her system backpack and swung it hard against the man's temple.
The strike was vicious and precise, with the top of the crowbar penetrating the weakest part of his skull.
The man's temple caved in completely, and he stopped struggling in an instant.
This brutal scene left another player in shock.
"My God, what the hell just happened?" The fitness guy's dick immediately went limp as he released Candy's legs.
Just as he tried to back away and escape, he found her snake-like legs wrapping around his waist.
The fitness guy struggled to break free but realized this woman was stronger than he was.
"Where do you think you're going, darling?" Candy revealed a sinister smile.
A blood vessel, wriggling like a worm, crawled up Candy's neck, emerging from her right eye socket and then burrowing back into her forehead beneath the skin.
"What the hell! What kind of monster are you?!" the fitness guy shouted in terror, preparing to grab Candy by the throat.
But in the next moment, he was flipped over by an immense force.
Candy's seemingly frail body unleashed an astonishing power.
Their positions swapped, and Candy pinned him down: "Baby, now it's my turn to fuck you."
"Let me go!" The fitness guy pulled a hunting knife from his system backpack and stabbed it violently into Candy's abdomen.
He gripped the hilt of the knife and sliced open a horizontal gash like a cesarean section.
Immediately, Candy's internal organs and blood erupted onto the fitness guy's face like a flood.
Inside her abdomen, it appeared that numerous leech-like blood vessels were writhing incessantly.
The fitness guy gasped for breath, his mind and body unable to withstand it any longer, as his stomach churned violently, threatening to make him vomit.
He kept reassuring himself that inflicting such a severe wound on this monster would surely be enough to kill it.
Candy looked down at her exposed insides and sneered: "Ah, it seems I've been laid bare."
This seemingly severe wound didn't appear to affect her at all.
Moreover, her organs began to wriggle back into place, as if they were repositioning themselves automatically.
In the fitness guy's desperate gaze, Candy started to sway her hips, continuing the act of mating, and when she reached her peak, she raised the crowbar in her hand, like a dominator wielding her whip.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
"Ahhhhh—"
The dull thuds of the blunt object striking flesh, accompanied by hysterical screams, began to become increasingly sticky.