Zion was awakened by the sound of an alarm. "Damn it! What's going on?" Zion grumbled.
Outside, the noise was chaotic.
"Damn it! It's an alarm, there's an enemy!" someone shouted outside.
"Everyone, defend the supermarket!" "Daddy, I'm scared." "What are the Guardians doing? Aren't they supposed to protect us at times like this?" Various voices filled the air outside. Zion understood what was happening.
"An enemy attack? Could it be people from other bases or zombies?"
"But those things don't have brains and wouldn't act together. How could they cause an enemy attack?" Zion decided to go out and see what was happening. If there was danger, he wanted to be able to escape immediately.
Nana was also awakened by the alarm. "Come on, little guy, let's see what's happening outside." Saying this, Zion picked up Nana and put her into his backpack.
As Zion opened the door, he saw chaos outside. Many people were rushing towards the exchange point with weapons.
"Are they trying to loot before escaping?" "It's truly an apocalypse; human nature is greedy and selfish."
"Zion! What are you doing here?"
"Zack! What's happening outside? I was asleep."
"Damn it, there are zombies everywhere. Countless zombies are attacking us. If you have any ability, go and help everyone."
"Okay, Zack, I will. I'll head to the entrance now."
"Thanks, brother! I'll keep looking for others."
Zion ran straight to the entrance. As he passed through the outer district, he could hear the dense gunfire and occasional explosions.
Zion was indeed a bit scared, but he mustered the courage to see what was happening. He wanted to know what he could do in this situation!
"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" Zion encountered a group of evacuees in the outer district. One of them, Leonard, the vendor who had traded crystals with Zion, called out to him.
"Uncle, I want to see what's happening outside!"
"Fool! It's full of zombies out there! You're not a superhuman! Do you think absorbing a few crystals makes you a hero? Kid, life is the most important thing!" Leonard scolded Zion, panting heavily, but his words showed he didn't want Zion to get himself killed.
Leonard pulled Zion into a secluded corner. "Listen, kid, come with me now. We're escaping through the back door. This place is done for!"
Hearing Leonard's words, Zion was shocked. "Uncle, how can this be? Aren't zombies easily killed by bullets? And the Guardians have superhumans."
"Remember the big shot from the central district I told you about? He's already fled. I saw him retreat from outside and escape through the back door. He's a superhuman too."
"What?" Zion was at a loss for words.
"Alright, stop dawdling. Come with me now. You're just a kid; you can't die here for nothing."
"Okay! Uncle Leonard, I'll go with you." Zion nodded at Leonard and followed him to the back door.
But they were blocked at the back door, not by the Guardians, but by the first group who had fled and brought back terrible news: the entire supermarket was surrounded by zombies.
"Damn it! Looks like we're done for." Leonard sat on the ground, furious.
"Kid! Do you still have any whiskey?"
Zion looked at Leonard in shock. "What, Uncle Leonard, you want a drink now?"
"Ha! Kid, I'd love a drink, but not now. That stuff, mixed with sugar, can be made into Molotov cocktails. Zombies fear fire, and with all the noise at the entrance, there shouldn't be too many zombies here. After all, that big shot didn't come back this way."
Zion realized Leonard was talking about the superhuman from the central district, who must have escaped through the back door.
"Uncle, I have whiskey. Can you make that stuff now?"
"I need to get some sugar. I have cloth strips on me."
Zion generated a bag of sugar in his backpack. "No need, Uncle Leonard, I have sugar too."
Without wasting any time, Leonard quickly assembled a Molotov cocktail with what Zion gave him.
While Leonard was making the second Molotov cocktail, Zion picked up the first one.
"Let me see if I can replicate this." Zion closed his eyes and concentrated, enveloping the Molotov cocktail with his mental energy.
"I can't sense the new object."
"Maybe I can generate it directly in my mind."
Zion tried summoning a Molotov cocktail in his backpack. "Success! The energy consumption is similar to summoning a bottle of whiskey."
"This should give us a better chance of survival!"
While Zion was thinking, Leonard turned the four bottles of whiskey Zion gave him into Molotov cocktails.
"Alright, kid, let's see how our luck holds."
"Okay, Uncle, I'll follow your lead."
"Let's move out!"
With that, Leonard pushed through the crowd, and he and Zion slipped out the back door.