"Sinan!"

"Si Xiaonan!"

"Brother Rong is here to pick you up. Come out!"

Shouts echoed on the dark street. Zhou Rong put down the loudspeaker that he had just dug out from the ruins of the shop and scanned the surroundings through the infrared ray. The human-shaped objects within a radius of a hundred meters quickly gathered. As far as the eye could see, they were densely packed and filled with ghostly shadows.

Zhou Rong shot down a few zombies behind him. He fired the rope gun and quickly climbed up the telephone pole.

The moment he left the ground, the zombies swarmed towards him and tried their best to reach out their hands.

Shouting back and forth in the streets and alleys was the most dangerous and inefficient method at the moment.

Zhou Rong knew that the best thing to do was to find a safe and secluded place to rest and keep warm until dawn. They could only take action when the visibility improved. However, he knew that Si Nan could not wait.

He could not survive the long, deadly night alone, in the most dangerous part of the city, in this terrible state.

Zhou Rong took a breath of the cold air and used the stinging pain in his lungs to stay awake. He narrowed his eyes like a beast hunting in the middle of the night. "Latent antisocial personality, schizophrenia, unpredictable movements. Do not use any means to stimulate them to restore their sanity …"

"Hybrid Omega," he murmured.

He cast his gaze into the void. On the afternoon of their first encounter, inside the besieged parking building, a young man whose entire body was completely covered by a motorcycle jacket and helmet raised his head from the street. Their eyes met across the air.

"Is that you?"

Zhou Rong asked in a low voice. Just like he had done countless times in secret, he raised his hand to pinch the soft cheek, but all he could feel was the bone-chilling winter wind.

"Brother Rong, you're wrong. I don't mean to look down on Omega, and I'm willing to respect your opinion."

"If you're willing to come back …"

"As long as you come back, Brother Rong will wait for you to choose …"

Zhou Rong closed his eyes and allowed himself to wallow in regret and sorrow for a short moment.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and forced himself to enter combat mode again. He fired the rope gun from the telephone pole and quickly rushed to the next block.

At the same time, one kilometer away.

At a certain residence.

The soles of his boots stepped on the broken glass on the floor, making a slight crashing sound.

At the same time, the shadow in the corner of the room moved.

In the darkness, a decaying gray face turned around, as if it had smelled the scent of fresh human flesh. Its turbid eyes rolled.

A figure wrapped in the cold wind staggered into the house, as if he did not notice the fatal danger in the corner of the house.

"… Wu …"

The half-rotten chest was leaking air, and the zombie staggered to its feet. Its predatory instincts soared under the stimulation of the Omega's sweet pheromone. It pounced forward, grabbed the person, and bit him!

The taste of flesh and blood instantly filled its rotten mouth. However, before the zombie had time to take a second bite, a cracking sound came from its neck.

The zombie's head tilted at a strange angle, and then it was picked up by someone with one hand and smashed heavily against the wall. Half of the wall was splattered with brain matter.

Sinan let out a vague groan. He vaguely felt pain in his wrist, but he couldn't see what was happening. He raised his hand and touched it, as if he had touched wet flesh.

I was bitten by a zombie, this thought flashed through his subconscious mind.

This was actually very strange, because his whole body seemed to be floating on clouds. Disordered halos and spots constantly flashed in front of his eyes, and his spiritual world switched back and forth between reality and illusion. He couldn't even remember who he was, and he couldn't tell whether he was standing, sitting, or had fainted.

But he just knew that he was bitten by a zombie.

With a loud bang, he fell to the ground, his back against the wet and dirty wall. He stretched out his trembling long legs, and his chest made a tearing sound when he breathed.

Bitten again, he thought.

…

"You were bitten again." Someone said with anger, one word at a time.

It was a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a camouflage uniform. He was not much older, probably in his early twenties, but because of his good family background, he had a military rank on his shoulder. Arrogance, disgust, and anger floated in the corner of his eyes.

Sinan leaned against the electric chair. He wore a white T-shirt, his body had a kind of thin teenager, and his head was casually tilted.

"So, are you going to punish me?"

He probably hadn't cut his hair for a while, but his messy bangs couldn't hide his bright and mocking eyes. He said indifferently, "Come on."

Probably irritated by this attitude, the man grabbed him by the collar and said angrily, "Do you think this is harming you?

You are a monster to begin with!

Other than accepting experiments and special training, what else can you do?

If father had thrown you into the orphanage, you would now be a lowly person working in a convenience store or driving a takeout delivery driver! "

Sinan raised one of his eyebrows. "Oh?

In your eyes, the definition of a lowly person is driving a takeout delivery driver?

You are really a well-educated young master. "

The man opened his mouth to curse, but Sinan curled his lips maliciously.

"I thought that after my 'dirty and lowly' mother died, your father, who was so grief-stricken that he drank all day, was the real lowly person …"

With a crisp slap, the man slapped Sinan to the side, and blood slowly seeped out of the corner of his mouth.

"…" The teenager gasped for breath, turned his head back and smiled at him.

"Or rather, you, who are full of resentment towards your father while trying in vain to get his approval, may be worse than a lowly person …"

He thought he was going to be slapped again, but the man raised his hand and stopped in mid-air.

After five seconds of dead silence, he suddenly roared, "Electric shock!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light lit up, and Sinan's body spasmed backward, his hands and feet spasming.

A few seconds later, the electric shock ended.

Sinan didn't wake up, and remained motionless in the posture of sinking into the back of the chair. He didn't move for a long time, and even his chest stopped rising and falling.

The man waited for more than ten seconds, and finally, suspicion appeared in his eyes. He cautiously stepped forward and stopped for a moment before reaching out to feel the pulse on the side of his neck. He felt that the pulse under the delicate skin at the tip of his finger was unusually weak.

He tentatively extended his index finger to the tip of the teenager's nose. His breathing was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

How could this be?

"Get some people here."

He turned on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, gave a brief order, and unlocked the handcuffs on the teenager's wrists.

At this moment, Sinan's originally pale, slender, and lifeless fingers clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Realizing that something was wrong, the man quickly stepped back, but the wind was as fast as lightning. Sinan grabbed the armrest, stood up sideways, and kicked the man to the corner of the wall!

The ground shook with a loud crash, and the man was caught off guard. He cried out in pain, and his body suddenly sank.

He opened his eyes and saw Si Nan Fu in front of him, with one knee pressed against his chest, and violently grabbed the collar of his camouflage uniform.

The teenager's pale forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and the aftershock of the electric shock had not completely faded. However, the pain had coated him with a layer of demonic light, and the tyrannical force of attraction that he didn't realize was so strong that it was hard to look away.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked with a smile.

The man's breath was stuck in his throat, and a strong sense of humiliation turned into anger, as well as a sudden surge of indescribable emotion, forced him to be silent.

"You're afraid of a monster like me, but you want to have the ability of a monster —"

When Sinan smiled, a small white tooth appeared at the corner of his mouth, and on his handsome face, it was actually very charming.

However, if you looked into his eyes, you would only feel a chill in your heart, as if you were looking at a demon awakening from the abyss of hell.

"Stupid without knowing it, greedy without knowing it." The teenager bent down and whispered in his ear, "All of you will pay the price."

The door of the laboratory behind him was knocked open, and the guards rushed in, hurriedly pulling the teenager away. Another person stepped forward and carefully helped the man up from the ground.

Some people were shouting, some were roaring, but Sinan didn't hear anything clearly.

He didn't even look at the indescribable gaze of the man across the crowd. When he turned around, he had already forgotten if he had been punished more severely that day, and only remembered the twisted pleasure in the depths of his heart.

All of you will pay the price.

And I don't care about anything.

Because fate brought everything to the grave, and I have nothing left, so I don't care about anything.

Six o 'clock in the morning.

The night spiraled up from the ground, and at the end of the vault of the sky appeared endless gray, like the faded spots of a washed black cloth, gradually expanding in sight.

Zhou Rong held a gun in one hand, hiding behind a transformer in the corner of the alley, and licked the back of his hand that was scratched when he fell from the second floor, and breathed out a white breath in exhaustion.

On the road not far away, zombies were gradually coming out of the darkness, swaying in groups and roaring.

It was a new day in the apocalypse.

"Si Xiaonan …" Zhou Rong gasped and murmured, "Give me some courage, please."

The zombies seemed to have discovered something, and at the same time, they turned around and squeezed into the alley.

Zhou Rongyi gritted his teeth, got up from behind the transformer and pulled the trigger. The first few zombies fell down, but more zombies excitedly stepped over the corpses of their own kind, and rushed forward.

Zhou Rong ran wildly, roaring with all his strength, "Si — Xiao — Nan — —!"

"Si Xiaonan —!"

In the messy rented house, Sinan, who was unconscious, suddenly twitched, and his eyelashes trembled and were about to open.

The first ray of sunlight shone through the window lattice, reflecting the zombie's decapitated body, the dried and black skeleton of a baby in the corner of the house, the wall splattered with rotten blood and brain matter, and under the overturned desk, there was an electronic clock that was still flashing with green light.

6: 12 AM.

The sunlight gradually became clear at an extremely slow speed, spreading out into a dim and narrow light belt on the floor.

At the end of the light belt, the bloody teeth marks on Sinan's wrist were slowly drying, scabbing, and turning into purple-black scars that began to fall off.

New tender skin was exposed after the scabs, and the pink color had not completely faded, quietly bathing in the misty dawn of a new day.

Sinan closed his eyelids tightly, opened them again a few minutes later, and sat up blankly.

"… Is anyone here?" He looked around and asked hoarsely.

The rented house was dead silent, and no one answered.

"Zhou Rong?" He asked in a low voice. "Brother Rong?"

Sinan got up. His head was a little dizzy, and he walked unsteadily to the window.

Between the gaps of the city's buildings, the first ray of sunlight suddenly flashed on the eastern horizon, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

As if lightning had split open his muddled mind, everything that had happened in the past 24 hours flashed in front of his eyes — the collapsed concrete slab of the construction site, Yan Hao's broken wrist, Zhou Rong's urgent call, the endless bustling zombies …

The last thing that was fixed in his memory was the searchlights sweeping back and forth over the city, and the helicopter whistling loudly, breaking through the clouds and flying to the distant south.

— — They left.

They went to the South China Sea.

The moment he realized this fact, Sinan's blood turned cold, and his lungs seemed to be instantly covered with frost.

"You …" He immediately panicked and tried to look out the window, trying to find the helicopter in the dim dawn sky, "You …"

You didn't wait for me.

— — Why didn't you wait for me?

Si Nan staggered backward, sat on the floor, and held his head in his hands.

The strong regret was like a poisonous snake biting his heart, and his organs were soaked in venom. The pain was indescribable.

I screwed up, he nervously grabbed his hair and thought, I screwed up everything again.

Yan Hao was injured by me, and maybe Zhou Rong too.

I led my teammates to the center of the city filled with the living dead, injured them, and then left them on the motorcycle and ran away!

Why did I run away?!

Are they safe? Where are they?

Did Zhou Rong try to find me? Will they turn back?

Countless questions pulled his heart into hell, and Sinan held his breath.

I was wrong, I'm still here, come back and find me … He trembled, and his fingers unconsciously scratched the floor, leaving countless white crisscrossing marks.

I was wrong, come back and find me …

The morning sun shone over the high windowsill and into the small rental house. Sinan painfully closed his eyes in the light.

He was willing to pay any price to go back twelve hours ago, to catch himself driving away and give him a slap in the face.

Or he would rather go back to the construction site before he attacked the defenseless Yan Hao and Zhou Rong, and break his own hand to end all the irreversible consequences before they happened.

But now he could do nothing.

He had no weapons, no food, no means of transportation, and stood alone in the center of the zombie-filled city.

Alone and helpless.

He had never been so aware that after he finally reestablished a connection with the world, he had cut it off with his own hands and fell into the abyss of loneliness and darkness again.

6: 30 AM in the morning.

The strong hunger woke Sinan up. He opened his eyes in a daze, and the corners of his eyes were wet and red.

The city was already bright, and the streets were filled with the heavy footsteps and whimpers of zombies.

— — I have to get out of here.

Sinan stood up, and stars appeared in front of his eyes.

The result of a night's sleep on the cold floor of a winter's night was a fever. He could feel his own brow burning, and his feet were weak, as if he were treading in a field of cotton; but he knew he could not fall now.

Zhou Rong had parked the armored vehicle at the heliport on the outskirts of the city. If he rushed there now, he should still be able to reach the South Sea.

"I'm sorry …" Sinan whispered. He paused, and then said to himself, "Wait for me."

He pushed open the door, shuddered, and staggered out of the rental house.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhou Rong could not remember how many times he had pulled the trigger, and used the heavy firepower of the assault rifle to barely slow down the zombies' advance. He then took the opportunity to jump on the wall or tree trunk, and relied on the mid-air route to gain a slim chance of survival.

Fortunately, fate had always been on his side, and never once had he really fallen into a desperate situation. Even at the break of dawn, he was given an unimaginable gift: a few small pieces of bread that had been found in the corner of a shattered shop window. They were already dry and yellow, but were still edible.

"Thanks to the great invention of mankind — preservatives," Zhou Rong said self-deprecatingly. He squatted on the wall and finished two pieces of bread in a few bites. He carefully wrapped up the remaining two and put them in his pocket.

"Comrade Si Xiaonan, I'm warning you. If you're still picky about your food, I'm going to spank you …"

He stood up with the help of a tree trunk and no longer looked at the zombies' claws a few centimeters away from his feet. He jumped onto the roof and walked quickly to the street.

If Sinan could regain his consciousness, there was a high possibility that he would leave the city center during the day and go to the airport highway where they parted. Even if he was disappointed with Team 118 for abandoning him, he would probably find a way to search the armored vehicle for the remaining supplies, or pry into a helicopter to fly to the South Sea.

But now, he should still be in the city.

Zhou Rongzhi looked around and fixed his eyes on the roof of an office building not far away. He calculated the feasibility of collecting fuel and lighting a smoke signal. After a while, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Not much, just one spank," Zhou Rong thought as he thought about Sinan's buttocks. "Two at most."

This imagination gave him endless motivation.

Zhou Rong jumped from the roof to a tree branch on the sidewalk, then jumped down to the ground. Before the zombies on the street could react, he ran away.

Crash!

Sinan lifted the overturned shelf on the ground and was disappointed to find that there was nothing to eat except garbage and debris.

When the apocalypse came, the temporary city was looted by the escapees. Then, the survivors who stayed in the city center searched several times. Not to mention vacuum-packed food and canned food, even chewing gum, snacks, and seasonings were all taken. Now, there was not even bread crumbs left.

Sinan picked up a chair and knocked over a zombie that was sneaking up behind him. He stood up dizzily.

Thirst swallowed all his senses. He could barely feel anything except for the intense hunger that hollowed out his body.

If only there was food … he thought dizzily.

Just give me a little bit to eat …

Suddenly, his ears twitched. He heard the sound of wheels on the road not far away – there was someone!

How could there be someone?

Survivors or the search and rescue team?

Or … did Team 118 come back to find him?!

Sinan woke up as if he was injected with a stimulant. He ran out of the alley and rushed into the street like an arrow. He only had time to catch a glimpse of a blue and white car driving away.

"Hey!

Hey! "Sinan shouted desperately," Zhou Rong!! "

However, the car didn't stop. It turned at the end of the road and drove into the next block.

Sinan didn't think and chased after it.

He had probably never run so fast in his life. He didn't even run this fast when he was chased by the zombie gorillas in the B military base. The zombies didn't even have time to touch the corner of his clothes before he swept past them like a hurricane and left them far behind.

"Zhou Rong!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Zhou Rong!"

After turning several blocks, Sinan stopped at an intersection and looked around while panting.

Hospitals, schools, traffic sentry posts, streets and gardens … Zombies were walking in twos and threes, limping around in circles, letting out muffled and unclear roars.

Where are they?

Where's Zhou Rong?

…

Sinan's eyes fell into despair inch by inch. Then, as if he saw a life-saving straw, he suddenly froze.

Not far ahead, behind a gas station, a large SUV with a small blue and white trunk was exposed.

Sinan took two steps forward uncontrollably and then stopped again.

Through the gap of the gas tank, he saw the door of the SUV being pushed open. The tall driver with a hood got out of the car and went to the trunk. He took out a few packs of compressed biscuits and water and went back to the driver's seat.

Sinan's feverish brain felt as if it was doused with a handful of ice and snow. That wasn't Zhou Rong.

Who was it?

Was it dangerous?

Did it have a weapon?

Was it an Alpha?

Once the fever subsided, Sinan's well-trained nerves habitually tensed up. His rational mind reminded him to hide immediately, keep tracking, and observe for the follow-up. However, the extreme hunger made him hesitate. He wanted to go up and ask for something … or steal something to eat.

He had never been so hungry before.

Si Nan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.