Chapter 15 It has come to this.

Shu Lan stepped on the accelerator lightly again and carefully controlled the steering wheel. She found that as long as she didn't step on it hard, the car wouldn't move so violently.

It just seems that it doesn’t drive as smoothly as others, it’s stuck here and there, and I don’t know what went wrong.

She stepped on the left pedal and it was indeed the brake. She looked left and right and found a raised iron bar at hand.

"Baby." Shu Lan fell into deep thought: "Did the first person who died touch this thing before driving?"

At that time, she was only thinking about how to stab the other person in a fatal spot while he was not paying attention, and she didn't pay attention to this at all.

I heard that children have good memory. I wonder if he remembered it.

Shu Maomao reached out helplessly, pressed the button on the horizontal bar, and lowered it.

Shu Lan tried to step on the accelerator again, and the stuttering sensation disappeared. She immediately became proud. "Huh, I drive exactly like them. How could such a small thing be so difficult for me, Shu Lan? Baby, let me tell you, you definitely inherited your intelligence from Mommy—how can the steering wheel be so crooked after only turning half a circle?!"

"Bang!"

The silent city seemed to be shaken and a layer of dust fell off.

Shu Lan rubbed her chest, which was hurt by the seatbelt, and her fighting spirit burned even more: "I just don't believe it!"

Shu Maomao closed his eyes, grabbed the car door with one hand and the seat belt with the other, silently protecting his life.

Shu Lan drove the metal beast recklessly in the steel forest. In the end, the beast's headlights were smashed to pieces, the rearview mirrors on both sides were shaky, there were dents of varying degrees on the front and back, and the body of the car was scarred.

The good news is that she finally gained full control of this dark green monster, and mastered the turning technique, slowly driving out of Ci'an.

She was in a good mood and hummed a song as she drove forward: "Baby, baby, where are we going~~"

Now that he had gotten out of the garbage dump, Shu Lan didn't plan to go back and live off his savings. While it was still daylight, he drove to the next city with more resources to find a place to settle.

She harvested a lot of different ingredients today, and she wanted to show Shu Maomao her excellent cooking skills to save her image as a stupid mother who can't drive.

The sun was shining brightly near dusk, and my son was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

A walkie-talkie in the car suddenly started to crackle, and a stern female voice suddenly appeared: "Team Seven, we said we would gather at 4:30, why haven't you arrived at the meeting point yet?"

The child who was woken up rubbed his eyes and looked towards the place where the sound came from in a daze.

Shu Lan stepped on the brakes and looked at the black intercom connected to the car.

Team seven?

The woman who sent the message waited for a moment before speaking again, her tone unpleasant. "Don't tell me you could get into trouble in a recognized safe zone like Ci'an. Stop playing dead. If you hear me, reply quickly. We're all waiting for you to return to base."

Shu Lan tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, patiently waiting for the other party to reveal more information.

The four men who were just killed and the woman who was speaking should be from the same base. They were divided into teams to search for supplies and gather at regular intervals.

The woman also said that Ci'an was a recognized safe area, no wonder no zombies had been encountered in all these years.

Shu Lan thought regretfully that Ci'an was no longer a safe zone for her. She had just killed four people in the city, and these four people had companions who would come looking for her sooner or later.

"Is something really wrong with you guys? Hello? Hello?"

The woman kept sending messages asking questions. Shu Lan asked Shu Maomao, who had just woken up, for a pair of scissors, cut the wire connecting to the intercom, and threw the source of the noise out of the window.

The little boy in the passenger seat licked his lips, tilted his head, and fell into a candy-filled dream again.

——

Within five years of the zombie virus outbreak, due to the large population base, the virus spread far faster than the armed forces could prevent it. Humans finally faced reality, gave up on conquering the virus, and launched a plan to eliminate all infected people.

This plan seriously violated humanitarianism, but when zombies began to evolve and become more terrifying and powerful monsters, and the number of living people continued to decline sharply, the voices of opposition weakened until they disappeared without a trace.

In the first phase of the clearance plan, the area was divided and all uninfected survivors in the area were notified by all means of communication to stop their long-distance search for help and aimless escape, and to go together to the designated central city to form a survivor base.

The most prestigious psychic in the area is selected as the main commander to form a self-defense team to fight against the zombies. A deputy commander is selected to assist in managing personnel without combat capabilities and collect information about survivors to facilitate subsequent management.

In the second stage, when the survivors have established themselves and the base has grown in size, a team of psychics will be sent out to clear out the zombies nearby in a guerrilla manner, and collect recyclable materials for unified distribution.

In the third stage, the scope of each survivor base will be gradually expanded, connecting the points into a surface, annihilating the infected, and rebuilding the human home.

The current clearing plan is struggling to enter the second phase. After the survivors gather, daily necessities begin to be consumed in large quantities.

Although people without special powers have begun to engage in primitive farming under management and learned to plant and raise animals, it takes time for plants and animals to mature, but living people need to eat every day, so the base must send teams out to search for supplies left in various places in order to barely meet the survival needs of all survivors.

In the commander's office of the survivor base in Area 15, the woman who walked in put down the box containing the walkie-talkie and began to report.

"Seventy-six people went out, and seventy-two returned. Team Seven lost contact in Ci'an. It was too late, so I took the initiative and asked the others to come back with me first."

Over the years, people gradually understood the habits of zombies. Zombies have extremely keen senses of smell and hearing, move faster than humans, and have powerful physical strength. They often gather in groups at night, wander around, and attack living things.

But they seem to be afraid of light and will hide in nearby buildings during the day. They will only appear when they hear noises nearby or smell human presence.

Therefore, not going out at night is a strict rule in the minds of all survivors, and her decision is completely fine.

The chief commander behind the desk, Jing Hongyu, raised his head, revealing a young and handsome face, with clear eyes like a male college student.

In fact, he was indeed a male college student when the zombie outbreak occurred. The reason why he was able to become the main commander of the survivors in District 15 was entirely because when he was a passionate young man, he was the first to gather students who had awakened superpowers in the surrounding university towns, and took the lead in forming an invincible team of young superpowers, saving a large number of survivors and gaining reputation.

He was leaning back in his office chair playing a single-player game when he looked up and asked in surprise, "Where? Ci'an?"

"Yes, that city where everyone who passed by said they had never encountered zombies. Because it was safe and the supplies were scarce, almost non-existent, I didn't arrange for Team 7 to go there, but they insisted on trying their luck. In reality, they just wanted to escape danger."

Jing Hongyu asked shyly, "Senior Ji Lan, who are the members of Team Seven?"

Ji Lan pulled a chair and sat down, with a cold and beautiful face, and accurately said the names of four people.

"The earth-type psychic, Wang Haizheng; the space-type psychic, Chen Jian; the right arm enhancement, Wang Dachuan; and the clairvoyant, Sun Yue."

Jing Hongyu had a vague impression: "Are they those greasy old perverts who constantly make obscene comments and harass the female survivors, and sneakily hide near your dormitory and spy on you?"

Ji Lan's face turned colder: "Yes."

Jing Hongyu picked up the game console again: "Oh, there were no zombies in Ci'an before, but that was in the past. Maybe there were second- or third-level zombies recently, and they were unlucky enough to run into them, so they didn't have time to call for help. Now that things have come to this, please inform the family to express your condolences."