Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

Chapter 113 The Tragedy of the Final Station (2)

"God......"

Upon seeing living people outside, the tattooed man felt like a drowning man finally grasping a lifeline. He almost burst into tears, and his face immediately lit up with joy.

Then, without hesitation, he rushed out of the woods, shouting for help at the top of his lungs:

"Help!"

"Please help me!"

"Help! I'm being chased by zombies!"

"Help!"

At that moment, Gray and his group, who were busy at work, immediately became alert upon hearing the sudden cry for help, and they reflexively looked in the direction of the sound.

Then they saw a man rush out of the woods, waving his arms and shouting as he limped toward them.

Before Gray and his companions could react, they saw two grotesque, staggering zombies emerge from the bushes behind the man and appear in their line of sight.

"Shit, there are zombies!"

Alex panicked as soon as he saw the walkers appear. His face turned pale with fright, and his legs began to tremble.

"Grey, what do we do?"

Wayne instinctively pointed his weapon at the approaching person. He didn't fire immediately, but nervously sought Gray's opinion.

Meanwhile, Martin had already opened the car door. Since he didn't know how many zombies the other party had attracted, he was prepared to leave at any time.

"Calm down, let's assess the situation first."

Gray pulled a pistol from his belt and, while trying to calm them down, loudly asked the newcomer:

"Hey, how many more zombies are there?"

"Two!"

"There are only two!"

The man responded impatiently, shouting anxiously, "Quick, kill them quickly!"

"call......"

Upon hearing this, Gray breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If there are only two zombies, they are confident they can handle them.

"Martin, you guard the car."

“Wayne, come with me to deal with the walkers.”

"Grey shouted immediately."

Then he cautiously approached the approaching person, pistol in hand.

Upon hearing this, Wayne jumped off the truck bed and followed behind Gray, weapon in hand, to provide cover.

Hearing that there were only two zombies, he became bolder and less nervous than before.

Bang, bang, bang...

Da da da......

A burst of gunfire rang out, and the two zombies fell to the ground, lying motionless.

After dealing with the walkers, Gray walked directly towards the tattooed man who had suddenly appeared, but he remained vigilant and kept a distance of several meters from him.

Both sides were carefully sizing each other up.

The slovenly tattooed man looked disheveled and hadn't showered in ages. He smelled terrible, clearly indicating he wasn't having a good time outside. His stubble and tattooed face made him seem unapproachable. His dirty clothes were covered in bloodstains, making it impossible to see the wounds on his feet.

"Sir, were you bitten by a zombie?"

Grey first asked cautiously:

"Do not......"

By this time, the tattooed man was panting heavily, but fearing misunderstanding, he quickly explained, "I wasn't bitten..."

Having finally escaped death, the tattooed man could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground as soon as his mind relaxed.

"help me......"

The tattooed man lost consciousness before he could finish speaking.

"Grey, what do we do now?"

Seeing that the tattooed man had fainted, Wayne turned to Gray and asked.

"..."

Alex and Martin also gathered around, scrutinizing the unconscious man on the ground. When they saw the tattoos on the man's face, they couldn't help but feel a bit wary.

"..."

Gray frowned but did not answer directly.

He simply walked over to the tattooed man, squatted down, and carefully examined the wound on the man's leg. After confirming that there were no other injuries, he looked up at the group and said, "There's only one gunshot wound; it wasn't from being bitten."

"..."

Seeing his brother loosen his belt and perform basic hemostasis on the unconscious tattooed man, Alex urged, "Grey, let's hurry up and go."

"The gunshots just now will attract more walkers; it's not safe here anymore..."

"Okay, I'll be right there. Come help me carry it."

Gray also felt that this place was not a good place to stay, so he said to Alex.

"This guy doesn't look like a good person; he might cause us trouble."

Alex looked disgusted and had no desire to interact with this tattooed man of unknown origin.

"Yes, it's best to be careful."

On the other side, Martin also offered his opinion, echoing Alex's words.

"Do not......"

Wayne, however, disagreed with the other two. He also supported Gray's decision, continuing, "Leaving him here is tantamount to waiting to die. We can't do that..."

"..."

Alex, who had long disliked Wayne's saintly heart, immediately retorted, "Wayne, don't be so naive. This guy has tattoos all over his face; he's obviously not a good guy."

"That's discrimination!"

Wayne, however, stuck to his own opinion, pointing to the two zombie corpses on the ground and saying:

"If we ignore everyone who cries for help, how are we any different from the walking dead?"

"Enough, stop arguing..."

Gray interrupted their argument, looking at Alex and Martin and saying, "He's injured and needs our help. Leaving him here to die isn't our style..."

"The purpose of us putting up these signs is to help those in need, isn't it?"

"..."

Alex and Martin exchanged a glance. They were both frustrated by Gray's insistence, but in the end, neither of them said anything more in opposition.

"..."

Seeing that they no longer objected, Gray didn't force them. Instead, he turned to Wayne and said, "Wayne, come and lend a hand."

In the community, Wayne is one of the people who have always been a staunch supporter of his beliefs.

"OK..."

Wayne was very happy to see that everyone had finally reached a consensus. He handed his weapon to Alex and then went over to help carry the people.

The tattooed man was quite muscular, and in his unconscious state, he was incredibly heavy. It was quite difficult for Gray and Wayne to lift him.

In the end, Alex couldn't stand it anymore and came over to help.

Grey was very pleased with his brother's improved awareness, so the three of them worked together to get the unconscious tattooed man into the back of the pickup truck.

Leaving Wayne behind to keep watch, Gray and Alex returned to the car.

bang...

After closing the car door, Ge Rui said, "Let's go back to the community."

"..."

After Martin and the other man were seated, Martin started the engine, and the car turned around and headed back along the railway tracks in the direction they had come from...

The car sped away, kicking up dust, and soon disappeared into the distance, leaving only a sign with a map standing alone beside the tracks, which read:

Shelters and communities welcome everyone; arrival guarantees survival.

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