You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 148 Save the People

Countless shadows flitted through the night.

The occasional screams only made the surrounding air even colder.

Although Big Beard was excited, he did not directly charge forward with Hou Shubin. Instead, after passing a street corner, he crouched low and hid behind a van.

There was a large hole in the van's window, and the sound of tiny glass shards crunching underfoot echoed.

He hurriedly shuffled to the side.

"What's the situation?"

Hou Shubin, who had caught up, asked in a whisper. Discover exclusive content at empire

He hadn't seen anyone, but the sounds near his ears had clearly gotten much closer.

Big Beard didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the store across the street, his instinct telling him the sounds were coming from there.

Behind the two were two zombies, also maintaining a prone position with practiced movements.

At a glance, it was impossible to distinguish who was alive and who was a zombie.

Seeing that Big Beard had not replied, Hou Shubin didn't ask further. Instead, he turned to look at the zombies behind him and said, "Go check out the other side."

The zombie understood immediately and got up, ready to run to the other side.

But just then, a shrill scream pierced the night from across the street, the sound so sharp and piercing that everyone who heard it could feel the terror and desperation it carried.

Immediately after, the sound of shattering glass rang out.

A dark figure broke through the window and fell heavily to the ground, struggling to get up.

At the same time, the screams from the store continued unabated, and soon several more figures ran out frantically.

Hou Shubin's heart skipped a beat, thinking these people must have encountered some mutant.

But before he could speak, Big Beard had already risen and charged toward the commotion, "What are you waiting for, rescue them!"

"Oh, oh."

Hou Shubin looked startled, then gritted his teeth and followed suit.

Though cautious and timid, he knew well that now was not the time for hesitation.

The two of them had risked much to come to Jiangbei District, not for sightseeing, but as company scouts to assess the situation of the survivors here.

This was the primary mission of their company's market intelligence department.

Now their performance was right in front of them, whether to feast or to bite the dust depended on their courage and fate.

The person on the ground was clearly injured.

The moment Big Beard rushed over, he checked for wounds.

The man's face and hands were covered with tiny cuts, which looked to be caused by glass when he had jumped out from inside.

Seeing that Hou Shubin had arrived, he immediately grabbed the man's arm and said, "Rescue him!"

The two then proceeded to lift the man.

"Wait, who are you?"

"We—"

The man on the ground was somewhat surprised, but before he could finish his sentence, he was already being hoisted up by the two.

"No time for questions!"

"If you want to die just say it outright!"

Hou Shubin cursed, but his eyes were fixed on the store in front of them.

He had heard the previous noises clearly; there must be something inside, and if listening carefully, he could even hear some subtle crunching sounds.

The two zombie companions had already moved towards the door, shields strapped to their fronts.

Their task was to provide cover for the two men.

"Your friends seem to have run that way,"

"Is someone waiting for you?"

The man was thinking who these two were and why they were saving him when he heard another man's voice close to his ear.

He looked up and saw Big Beard staring intently at him.

"Yes, there are a few companions waiting over there."

"We came in a car."

Worrying too much was of no use at that point.

The urgency of the situation meant that his life depended entirely on these two men.

After hearing his words, Big Beard decisively turned his back to them and said, "Get on, I'll carry you!"

But before the man could speak, there was a loud bang from behind.

Something had hit the metal plate.

Faintly, a sound akin to a child's wailing echoed through the night.

Big Beard and Hou Shubin's faces changed instantly, and after glancing back, Hou Shubin immediately said, "Beard, it's—"

He couldn't even get the words "Type D variant" out before Big Beard cut him off with a shout.

"Stop the yapping!"

"I'm not deaf, I can tell!"

"Hurry up, help him onto my back; those two piglets won't hold them back for long!"

As the two men spoke, the pair of zombie employees blocking the store entrance were being knocked back and forth yet remained resolutely in place.

These zombies, who could follow human commands and held entry-level positions in companies, were the "piglets" the men referred to.

They were also the nickname survivors had for all zombie employees.

Seeing this, all Hou Shubin could do was forget any thoughts of persuasion and swiftly helped the man onto Big Beard's back before taking off running!

The man on Big Beard's back had no time to feel touched and anxiously started to give directions:

"Over there, over there!"

"Go down this road and turn right!"

The car for pickup was parked in the alleyway just past the intersection.

Of the man's companions who had come with him, aside from the two who lay dead in the store, the rest had already reached this spot.

"Lao Wang, start the car!"

"Your son is definitely not coming back!"

The driver was a middle-aged man with greying hair who was over forty years old.

He sat motionless in the driver's seat, staring blankly ahead at the alley entrance as if he hadn't heard the man behind him at all.

"Fuck, did you hear what I said?"

"You trying to disrespect me, old man?"

"Your son is dead!"

Seeing him unmoved, the already tense man found an outlet for his frustration and reached forward, about to slap the elder.

But just then, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted:

"There's someone else!"

"It's my son!"

"It has to be my son coming back!"

As he spoke, he was about to exit the car, but the man behind caught hold of him, his gaze wary as he stared intently at the two silhouettes appearing in the alleyway.

Indeed, when they had left the shop, they seemed to have seen two people running across from the other side.

There was no time to look closer due to the pressing situation.

Were they being tracked?

Yet Old Wang suddenly twisted free from his grasp and dashed towards the figures, running out of the car.

As he ran, he called out, "Xiaowei, is that you, Xiaowei?"

The man lying on Big Beard's back heard the shout and immediately perked up, replying hastily, "Dad, why did you get out of the car?"

"Get back in!"

"There's something following us!"

At the same time, Hou Shubin had already grabbed the old man coming head-on and was pulling him back toward the car.

Meanwhile, the sounds of a fierce fight grew steadily closer outside the alley.

A dark figure suddenly rushed in.

"Get in the car!"

Hou Shubin turned back for a look and couldn't help but cry out, and without a second word, he pulled open the car door and dove inside.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

"Who let you guys get in?"

The two inside the car wanted to push them out, but their voices fell silent when they saw the gun in his hand.

They even squeezed out a feeble smile and scooted to the side.