Abnormal survival in the end times

Chapter 268 This zombie has brains

Did you go to the gate to ask today? What did the patrol team say?

"Well, what else can I say? We just couldn't find it."

"Is it that they really couldn't find it, or did they just not help look for it?"

"So, you're just trying to fob us off, aren't you?"

"Even if it's just a perfunctory excuse, what can we do? It's already good enough that they're helping out by keeping an eye on things while they're on patrol. After all, our kids were against the rules when they left the city, and if something happens, it's not their responsibility. Where can we go to seek justice?"

"I should have known better than to let him listen to He Yan; he's no good."

"He returned unharmed, but our children..."

The families of the five boys who hadn't returned stood at the second-floor stairwell, discussing the matter with utter despair. Three days had passed, and they had essentially given up hope. But then they thought, "He Yan managed to spend a night outside and return safely. Aren't all their children in better physical condition than him? Maybe he's just injured or sprained his ankle, and he'll be back after he's rested."

Holding onto this hope, several families took turns going to the gate every morning and evening to inquire about the news.

They really wanted to find He Ningzhu and ask her to put in a good word for them with the patrol team, so they could look for her while they were out on patrol, but keep a close eye on her and stay away from her. However, they hadn't seen her for the past two days and wondered if she was deliberately avoiding them.

"Who are you calling a bad person? Who are you calling a bad person?"

As soon as Mrs. He stepped into the stairwell, she overheard the conversation between the two people behind her and immediately exploded.

She may appear timid in public, but only when her personal interests or aversions are not touched; conversely, she may act the same way if those interests are not violated.

Her son is her Achilles' heel; if anyone dares to call him a scoundrel, she'll fight them to the death.

Although Mother He was still downstairs, she looked up and glared at the two people who were speaking, her temper flaring. "Your son is no good, you're no good either, your whole family is no good!"

With blood rushing to her head, she completely disregarded whether the other side outnumbered her. Enraged, she looked as if she wanted to tear them apart. She stomped upstairs, cursing, and pointed at the woman who had just called He Yan a scoundrel, yelling, "Was leaving the city He Yan's idea? Do you dare swear to God that it was He Yan who instigated your sons to leave the city together? Tell me, do you dare?"

The woman, having been overheard cursing behind her back, looked embarrassed. Although she knew she was in the wrong, she still stubbornly argued, "Even if He Yan wasn't the one who initially came up with the idea, didn't he promise that your He Ningzhu could help them get out through connections? We might not understand the situation outside, but surely your He Ningzhu does? If she did understand, she shouldn't have given in. Under the guise of doing what's best for our children, she ended up killing them. Shouldn't she bear the responsibility?"

Hearing these completely unreasonable words, He's mother should have retorted and argued back, but she suddenly remembered that three days ago, when He Yan couldn't find her, He's father had said the same thing to his daughter.

At the time, she didn't think much of it, and even blamed her daughter in her heart. If her daughter had been more insistent and not let her brother leave the city, none of this would have happened. She completely forgot how everyone treated He Ningzhu when she refused to let them leave.

She froze for a moment, her lips pressed tightly together, unable to utter a single word.

"Alright, alright. That's not what everyone said when we asked Ningzhu for help. Since it's already happened, let's not say anything more pointless."

Someone stepped in to smooth things over, and then, from an angle where He's mother couldn't see, winked at everyone.

We don't even know if the children are alive or dead yet, and we still have to beg He Ningzhu for help, so we can't afford to offend the He family too much.

Another person cleared their throat and spoke up, "Well, Sister-in-law He, the children haven't come back for three days. Everyone was so worried that we spoke a little without thinking. Please forgive us. How about this: you ask He Yan to come out, and we'll ask him where he got separated from Xiao Ci and the others. Then you can have your Ningzhu talk to the patrol team and ask if they can search that area thoroughly. Time is of the essence, please!"

As mothers, it's understandable that they feel anxious after losing their children.

Not knowing how long they would be staying here, He's mother didn't want to ruin her relationship with the neighbors, so she immediately accepted any offer of a way out.

She nodded and said, "Okay, then you wait here, I'll call Xiao Yan out."

She took out her key, opened the door, and went inside. She happened to see He Yan standing by the table with his back to her, seemingly wanting to pour himself a drink of water.

Instead of going inside, Mother He called out, "Xiao Yan, come out here and tell the uncles and aunts in detail where you and Xiao Ci and Xiao Tong got separated that day?"

She waited quietly for about ten seconds after speaking, only to find He Yan standing motionless by the table, not even responding. Just as she was about to call out again, she heard the woman outside the door who had just been cursing He Yan mutter softly, "See what I said? All I asked was for him to come out and say a few words, and he wouldn't even do that. I really shouldn't have let my son play with him before."

"okay!"

The woman's words were interrupted. Mother He turned her head and looked at her coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. "Why don't you let your son play with our Xiao Yan? I wonder who it is that keeps running to my house all the time."

"Who went to your house? Don't make false accusations."

While they were arguing, He's mother didn't notice that He Yan had already turned around from the table, walked stiffly towards them step by step with his head down, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and falling onto the floor.

The noise outside continued unabated, and no one noticed his unusual behavior. Even as he stepped out the door, a woman pointed at him and sneered in a shrill voice, "You're seventeen and still can't do anything! Do you think this is the pre-apocalyptic world where people still pamper their young masters? You're just a good-for-nothing. You dare compare yourself to our Xiao Tong? We may have fun, but we still do our jobs just as much. But you..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, a shadow suddenly loomed over her. She looked up blankly, but before she could see who it was, she heard a "poof" sound, followed by a sharp pain on her face, blood filling her nose, and the sound of frantic chewing and swallowing.

The noisy second-floor hallway fell into an eerie silence, startled by this sudden anomaly.

Everyone was frozen in place, staring in disbelief and horror at the scene before them. Their blood ran cold, and their scalps tingled. Even the bitten woman seemed oblivious to the pain, her eyes wide as she looked up at the nearly 1.8-meter-tall boy standing before her, his mouth holding her flesh, half his face a rotting, grayish-white.

It wasn't until He Yan bit her neck again that another middle-aged woman, who was closer and had a few drops of blood splattered on her face, reacted and let out a short scream.

She cried out, then quickly covered her mouth and turned to run. But there was someone standing behind her, and the moment she turned, she bumped into that person. Unable to withstand the force of the collision, she stumbled back several steps and ended up right next to He Yan.

Then a grayish-white claw gripped her neck, its sharp nails digging into her flesh, causing blood to gush out instantly. The woman opened her mouth in pain to scream for help, but was thrown aside with great force, her head ringing from the impact.

"Ho ho!"

He Yan wanted to express his joy and excitement, but when he opened his mouth, he made that sound that he hated and feared. Ahhh! He was really going to become a zombie! He was going to become a zombie!

Out of anger, he wanted to take these people down with him. As he lunged forward, he was completely unaware of why, as a zombie, he was still conscious.
In the first year of the apocalypse, everyone knew that the moment a person was infected and turned into a zombie, they were already a living dead. Apart from the craving for flesh and blood, they had no other consciousness and were less like living beings than animals going mad in the rain. But now, the moment he stepped out of his house, he restrained himself from rushing towards his mother, who was closest to him, and instead bypassed her and rushed towards this woman.

While still inside the house, he noticed that his hands were different from before; they had become thinner and longer, with gray fingernails that gleamed coldly and were as hard as stone.

So now he doesn't need to rely solely on words to kill or injure someone. He can easily insert his penis into anyone he grabs by the neck.

The second floor was in chaos for a moment.

A neighbor from the same community was passing by and curiously peered in, muttering, "What's going on?"

Stop looking and go home!

A figure rushed in from outside, drawing a dagger from his waist and shouting to a few curious neighbors before plunging into the stairwell.

Damn it, I've been watching him for days, and I never expected that this bastard would turn into a zombie!

It's obvious without even thinking that he must have gotten involved in something outside, otherwise Captain Qiao wouldn't have had someone keeping an eye on him.

Two people were responsible for keeping an eye on He Yan. The soldier Lan Junliang, who had run into the building, had already sent his comrade back to report the news, but he couldn't just stand by and watch, after all, so many lives were at stake.

A woman who had rolled down from the second floor and was bitten on the neck had her legs twisted on the ground. She tried to call for help, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she spat out a mouthful of blood, which mixed with the blood on her neck, a shocking sight.

Lan Junliang looked down at the woman on the ground and raised the dagger in his hand, but before he could swing it at the woman's neck, another person tumbled down from the second floor with a thud.

Lan Junliang dodged to the side and looked up at the second floor. He saw a woman with her back to him whose arm had been violently torn off, and then a spurt of blood gushed out, staining the railing next to her red.

He could no longer care about the people lying on the ground. Since they hadn't turned into zombies yet, he had to cut off the source first and prevent this thing from biting another person.

On the other side, the young soldier who ran to report the news was whistling wildly all the way, which soon attracted a patrol team that was coming this way.

"Quick, zombies! There are zombies in Block 32!"

After saying that, he continued to run north at breakneck speed. It was unclear whether Captain Qiao had left the city yet. He seemed to be looking for someone these past few days, taking people out for a stroll every day.

However, he had said beforehand that if he was not there, he should go to the duty room at the North Gate and notify the duty captain, whoever it was.

The duty captains are all Jiang and his men. No matter who is on duty, just tell them.

Today, it's Shi Jiashu on duty again. Compared to before, it seems like Shi Jiashu has been on duty more often lately.

But the young soldier didn't think too much about it, since it had nothing to do with him and wasn't something he should worry about.

"Zombies?"

Shi Jiashu was also taken aback, but he reacted quickly. He was only surprised for a moment before he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and called Qiao Fei as he walked out.

Upon hearing that there were zombies, the soldiers on duty nearby immediately went into high alert.

Qiao Fei might have gone too far and was out of range of the walkie-talkie, so Shi Jiashu had to contact the boss and the guards one by one.
The guards at the gate couldn't move, so Shi Jiashu drove the patrol car alone with the young soldier. Of course, he knew his boss would arrive soon.

The zombies at the very beginning of the apocalypse were nothing to them. But their intuition told them that this zombie was different.

Two days ago, during their training session, Qiao Fei held a meeting for everyone.

He suspected that He Yan had been bribed by outsiders. As for who it was, there were only two groups: one was after the foreign child Liu Ying had adopted, and the other wanted to kidnap Zeng Mei.

So he had someone keep an eye on things to see who He Yan's ultimate target was.

To their surprise, the kid stayed home after returning, never venturing out of the house. Then, without looking for anyone, he turned into a zombie himself.

Can staying at home turn you into a zombie?

In the nearly three years since the apocalypse, when zombies have almost disappeared?
So, He Yan turned into a zombie because someone injected drugs into his body before?
Jiang Minglang and the others all knew how insane that laboratory was. If it was planned from the beginning, it was entirely possible to capture a zombie, tie it up, extract the virus from it, and then inject it into an ordinary healthy person.

What's intriguing is whether the virus they injected into He Yan was diluted or something, and how they ensured that it wouldn't break out until three days after the injection.

Several groups of people rushed to the No. 32 neighborhood near the suburbs from all directions as quickly as possible, but what they didn't expect was that this zombie was intelligent.

Although He Yan's eyes were now completely filled with grayish-white pupils, his mind remained clear. He could clearly feel that as he remained zombified for longer, his strength increased. His movements were no longer stiff, but increasingly agile.

Therefore, before Lan Junliang went up to the second floor, he selectively scratched and bit the few people who usually looked down on him the most. He then discovered that his newly grown fingernails were incredibly sharp, and with one hand, they could pierce through his chest.

He has become stronger!

When he despaired and realized he was about to be infected and turn into a zombie, he didn't know if this was good news or not.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling; he would stuff the food he craved into his mouth, but it felt like he hadn't eaten anything. Yet, when he smelled the aroma, he couldn't help but rush towards it.

Bang!
As he was pulling a hand out of a man's stomach, he caught a glimpse of a lithe man rushing up from downstairs. Out of his innate fear of soldiers, he quickly grabbed the man's corpse and threw it at the man before turning and running upstairs.

Lan Junliang dodged to the side, ignoring the corpse that crashed to the ground with a loud thud, and instead looked up in surprise at the new zombie that was nimbly climbing upwards.
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