Doomsday Fortress

After having Yang Bing, Zhang Fei, and the others organize and sort out the bodies on the square, Zhou Tie followed Lin Feng's guidance and walked towards Zhang Ming's MPV alone.    

"Hualala ~ ~"    

Just as he approached, Wang Yi heard a strange sound coming from the MPV. It seems like … He was tearing something apart.    

Wang Yi was confused. He slowly walked to the car and looked through the window.    

Zhang Ming was sitting alone in the car. There was a long wound on his arm and blood was flowing out of it.    

The seats at the side were filled with food wrappers.    

Dried beef jerky, chocolate, potato chips, and a few snacks that Wang Yi didn't recognize.    

The bleeding arm did not affect Zhang Ming's movement at all.    

He held a piece of bread tightly and even squeezed out the cream mixed in the bread and put it on his dirty hands, but Zhang Ming didn't care. Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the snow-white bread.    

Zhang Ming stuffed the bread into his mouth forcefully. When a piece of bread touched the cream on his hand, Zhang Ming stuck out his tongue and licked it clean.    

I haven't eaten anything in my life, or … Never.    

The bread stuffed Zhang Ming's mouth full, as if he was an ape that had yet to evolve.    

"Cough cough!"    

Zhang Ming seemed to choke. His chest heaved as he spat out all the bread in his mouth. With a bit of saliva, he connected the crumbs to Zhang Ming's trembling lips.    

"Wuu … wuu …" wuu *    

Zhang Ming couldn't help but cry as he looked at the bread scraps all over his body.    

Tears came even harder. Zhang Ming reached out to grab the residue on his body and put it back into his mouth. He struggled to open the bottle of mineral water and gulp gulp. Tears of bitterness came out. It was a taste of despair.    

Looking at his adam's apple bobbing up and down, Wang Yi couldn't hold back anymore.    

Wang Yi was a sentimental man. At least, before the apocalypse, ten years of blood and weapons made Wang Yi a cold-blooded and heartless person. Wang Yi was never soft-hearted when it came to dealing with enemies.    

Wang Yi had faced this kind of situation more than once. He was in despair and helplessness. Every single survivor of this apocalyptic world, perhaps the majority of them, would end up like this, with an unchangeable ending.    

"Dong, dong, dong!"    

Wang Yi raised his hand and knocked on the car window, interrupting Zhang Ming, who was still drinking water.    

Zhang Ming then turned his head and looked at Wang Yi in confusion.    

"Creak ~ ~"    

Wang Yi directly opened the car door and got in.    

"Whew ~ ~"    

Wang Yi took a deep breath and faced Zhang Ming. Since the situation was already like this, Wang Yi had to say something.    

"You … "If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me. If there's an opportunity in the future, I will help you fulfill it."    

Zhang Ming stopped chewing his lips and looked at Wang Yi in shock.    

His lips suddenly opened, and thick saliva formed thin threads. Fresh blood mixed with bread crumbs, sticking onto his teeth.    

"Wu wu wu … Yi, Bro Yi, I-Am I going to become a zombie?"    

Hearing Zhang Ming's choked voice, Wang Yi couldn't help but raise his head and rub his face with both of his hands.    

"You are not a special ability user. You don't have any cells in your body that can resist the zombie virus."    

Wang Yi's tone was heavy. As he spoke, he lowered his arm and his eyes were bloodshot.    

The meaning behind his words was obvious. It was obvious that Zhang Ming had regained his calm.    

"Ha ha!"    

Zhang Ming suddenly smiled. He picked up the bread crumbs on his clothes and tidied them up.    

"Bro Yi, I have one request."    

Zhang Ming stopped laughing and said calmly.    

"Just let me eat my fill. Just let me eat my fill."    

Wang Yi looked down at the carts full of garbage belts, then looked at Zhang Ming's resigned expression and silently nodded his head.    

"I will get someone to send it to you. Before you become a zombie, finish it yourself."    

Wang Yi then opened the door and got off, not daring to look Zhang Ming in the eye.    

Walking quickly towards the square, Wang Yi recovered quickly. It was already decided that Wang Yi would not struggle and Wang Yi would get used to it.    

"Bro Yi, Zhang Ming, he …"    

When Yang Bing saw Wang Yi return, he hurriedly went forward to inquire about Zhang Ming's situation.    

Wang Yi nodded and said calmly.    

"Ask someone to send Zhang Ming something to eat later, send him more, then give him a gun."    

Yang Bing had a complicated expression on his face. Although he had already guessed the outcome, he was still a bit worried.    

This was the first time the team suffered a casualty, and Wang Yi told everyone more than once that there was no way to escape death.    

The corpses in the plaza had already been divided into two piles.    

The pile of zombies numbered close to a hundred. The heads of every zombie had been thrown away, and the black corpses piled up at a high point. Viscous blood filled the plaza.    

There were also a pile of humans, only four of them were sitting quietly to the side. Scarlet blood flowed out from the corpses and intertwined with the black blood of the zombies.    

Lee Weiping was standing in front of the four corpses with a team of policemen. They were wearing a clean military uniform and shiny leather shoes.    

They weren't here to show off, but to show respect to their comrades.    

"Salute!"    

Cang Mai's voice came out of Lee Weiping's mouth.    

There were only a dozen policemen left, but they were still unyielding. The moment Lee Weiping finished his sentence, he raised his right hand to his forehead in unison.    

Night.    

Dark clouds covered the moon, and there was not a trace of light. The square was already cleared of corpses, and only dried blood was left.    

In the vegetable patch behind the prison, there were five new tombs, no tombstones, four survivors, and a completely dead zombie.    

Zhang Ming didn't end his life before the mutation.    

He staggered out, waving his sharp claws. His dark red eyes flashed not with bloodlust, but with gratification.    

Perhaps he wanted to give the team a bit more strength.    

Wang Yi thought to himself as he looked at the Glycosylated Meat in front of him.    

The small hall on the first floor of the prison was already filled with people. Many of them were sitting on the stairs. There were 86 men and women sitting around Wang Yi.    

Everyone had different expressions, but they all looked at Wang Yi.    

"Yang Bing, has the Glycosylated Meat been cleaned?"    

Wang Yi turned his head towards Yang Bing and asked directly.    

Yang Bing picked up the bag on the side. It was full and smelled like alcohol.    

"They are all cleaned. There are two hundred and twelve of them in total, and there are also two Mutant Zombie s."    

As Yang Bing said this, he took out two special Glycosylated Meat s from his pocket: one was deep blue, and the other was snow-white.    

Wang Yi nodded. Although the number of zombies killed was far more than this, many zombies were burnt to ashes, the Glycosylated Meat in their heads had lost its effect, and there were also many that were crushed. With 200 or so Glycosylated Meat, it was more or less the same.