Chapter 45: Apocalypse Street Racing?
He stopped for a moment by Carriage 2.
The river crab on Wan Xing’s cutting board had already turned into the skull crusher in the butcher’s hand, and at this moment she was holding an electric saw to cut the bone hammer on the skull crusher’s hand.
The buzzing sound brought splashes of flesh and blood, and soon a hammer fell down.
The latter put away the electric saw, lifted the bloody mask, and gave Su Huan a smile.
But this smile, no matter how one looked at it, was creepy.
This girl’s art style seemed to be developing in an increasingly strange direction.
However, the collector’s daily life was like this, having to deal with all sorts of strange corpses every day: zombies, plants, mutated beasts, and perhaps evolver corpses in the future.
Their career planning didn’t need to be rushed for now; he himself hadn’t reached Tier 1 yet.
Su Huan walked toward the corner, where a silver motorcycle was parked, like a crouching metal beast.
It hadn’t been used since it was repaired.
Just right, today he planned to go out alone, and this H2 was the best means of transportation.
The mechanical supercharger mixed with the four-cylinder howl echoed in the carriage, the idling body trembled slightly, and Su Huan always felt like he had forgotten something.
Forgotten something?
He quickly checked, manifesting as a kind of self-muttering.
“Carried items: Tier 1 General Energy Crystal 1, Ordinary General Energy Crystal 3, logbook.”
“Purpose of this trip: Retrieve the firearm from the fire truck.”
“Travel personnel: Su Huan.”
Anything else?
None.
Alright then.
He gave Wan Xing beside him an OK gesture, and she lowered the deck on the side of the sightseeing carriage.
Accompanied by the slow descent of the hydraulic support, a silver beast roared out.
It sped past the busy everyone, rushing straight toward the gap in the fence.
……
Huang Hai pushed up his glasses, wiped the oily sweat from the bridge of his nose, and looked at the three-eyed quartz watch on his left wrist; the date number on it had jumped to 21.
He had been surviving wretchedly in this small supermarket for two weeks.
As a high-quality talent, Huang Hai knew he was done for.
Or rather, hoping for someone else to come for rescue was impossible.
He huddled in the triangular area formed by the toy shelf and adult diaper piles, wrapping himself in these soft things for a greater sense of security.
The can array at the stairwell suddenly rattled.
Huang Hai’s heart suddenly leaped.
“It’s the wind.” The young man huddled behind the counter said dully.
He was using a utility knife to whittle a mop pole, wood shavings falling like snowflakes onto the carpet printed with “Welcome.”
Besides the two of them, the supermarket had two men, customers who had been shopping with him and got trapped here by the apocalypse.
“If we keep staying like this, we’ll die sooner or later.” Huang Hai licked his cracked lips, tasting rust.
He picked up the mineral water beside him and took another sip.
Fortunately, he was hiding in the supermarket; relying on the supplies here, he was living quite comfortably for now.
But like a dog locked in a cage, not knowing when the owner would return, watching sunrises and sunsets, gradually sliding into despair.
The young man didn’t respond to him.
Over the past ten days, they had talked a lot, from hometowns and professions to life philosophies, the universe and stars, even discussing in vivid detail how they would die.
Later on, there was nothing more to say.
Huang Hai looked toward the gap in the nailed-shut window, where a dandelion was swaying.
Ten days ago, when he personally nailed the last wooden board, this plant was just a green sprout in the concrete crack; now its fluff was dyed golden by the sunlight.
He wanted to say something more, but the boy suddenly raised the sharpened wooden stick.
“Shh…”
Some viscous, watery footsteps came from downstairs.
Huang Hai gripped the fire axe beside him, glancing at the box of gold-foil chocolate trembling slightly on the shelf, the ribbon bow dull in the dust.
The young man gave him a look, ‘That zombie is here again.’
Huang Hai shrank back into the diapers; anyway, the second floor had a metal door, and those zombies couldn’t open it at all.
“Bang—”
The violent sound with metal twisting scared Huang Hai into a jolt.
He yanked the diaper off his face, his bloodshot eyes looking toward the iron door.
He saw a huge bulge on it.
Like it had been violently smashed by some terrifying giant thing.
“Bang!”
The explosive sound shook white powder from the door frame.
The sound alerted the four people in the supermarket.
Those two fled deeper into the supermarket shelves, leaving only Huang Hai and the young man standing by the counter.
Huang Hai hurriedly ran toward the young man; he didn’t know if the sound had alerted the monster outside, but the crashing sounds became more frequent and fiercer.
The thin metal door gradually deformed under the violence; Huang Hai crouched behind the counter, peering toward the side of the metal door.
He saw a large expanse of iron gray skin exposed behind the bent door, a robust foot like that of a giant kicking against the iron door.
A zombie’s head squeezed in through the bent gap, its scarlet eyes locking directly with Huang Hai’s.
“Roar!”
Huang Hai’s oily, sallow complexion instantly turned deathly pale.
The next moment, that head was directly smashed by a metal road sign.
The bloodstained Yunan Road lettering was stuck on the metal door.
The butcher roughly pulled it out, dragged away the ordinary zombie underfoot, bent down to peer through the door gap, a weird smile on his fat face.
Huang Hai covered his mouth, his body slowly sliding back behind the counter.
The muscles on his face had long lost control due to fear, his features distorted.
“Boom!”
The metal door was completely kicked open, knocking over several shelves.
The butcher’s 2.5-meter tall massive frame squeezed into the small supermarket.
The heavy breathing sound was like a blast wave, hitting the wall and gradually rebounding, echoing layer upon layer.
Huang Hai didn’t know why his damned heart was still beating.
Even a heart attack to let him go painlessly would be fine.
Right now, the only thing giving him a sense of security was the young man beside him, who also had a deathly pale complexion.
At least he’d have company on the road to the Yellow Springs.
While lost in wild thoughts, Huang Hai suddenly heard some strange sounds.
Like the motorcycle sound wave that once woke him up in the middle of the night.
That sound coming from far to near, so aggressive he wanted to curse the rider to crash and die the next second.
“Vroom vroom vroom—”
The sound grew closer; an irrepressible joy appeared on Huang Hai’s face, that once-hated sound now so dear, he almost wanted to hug the rider and kiss them hard.
Even if the rider was some ghost fire yellow-haired punk he despised most.
But a doubt immediately arose.
It was the end of the world—who was so arrogant, racing a motorcycle on the road?
Su Huan, who was driving dangerously, felt his nasal cavity itch a bit.
But the excitement in his eyes was hard to suppress.
At first he had been a bit hesitant, but after shaking off six night demons and outrunning two blood hounds, he had fallen a bit in love with the ‘wild horse’ under him.
