In less than a minute, an endless horde of zombies swarmed in and quickly overwhelmed the heavy trucks.
Without hesitation, they rammed their rotting bodies against the truck, trying to devour the flesh and blood inside.
"Bang bang bang!"
The zombies kept ramming the heavy truck with their heads, hands, and bodies, their hunger for the flesh and blood inside reaching its peak.
After humans established safe bases, those capable of escaping have already entered the safe bases.
Those who lack the ability to escape or protect themselves have long been assimilated by the other zombies.
Ordinary zombies are finding it increasingly difficult to obtain flesh and blood; they haven't had any for a long time.
The zombies clung to the heavy truck, desperately tearing at everything they could reach with their black teeth.
The tires were all bitten and burst.
The superhumans inside stared in terror at the zombies outside the window; not one of them suggested opening the car door and fighting for their lives.
With so many zombies, even a fifth-tier ability user, let alone a third-tier one, wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.
This is an overwhelming horde of zombies; even the slightest injury is tantamount to death.
The superhumans held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that this was a heavy-duty truck from the military, and its quality must be excellent, enough to withstand the zombies' bites.
Even though I don't know if I'll see the sun tomorrow, I still feel a glimmer of hope.
What if the zombie horde leaves when they can't get any flesh and blood?
Unfortunately, zombies have no self-awareness; they only know that they must tear apart any flesh and blood they see.
"Bang!"
The zombies at the windshield suddenly scurried away, and a muscular zombie appeared in front of the windshield.
It kept hitting the windshield.
It is a Tier 2 zombie.
He had bulging muscles and a tattered work badge hanging around his neck.
The words "fighting athlete" are faintly visible.
It was stronger than other zombies, and not only that, it had also mutated.
It's a physical mutation; it hasn't evolved towards superpowers and can't release energy because its energy is firmly locked inside its muscles.
His muscles were stiffer than stone.
If it could return to the ring, it would definitely be the most powerful fighter.
"Bang!"
The muscular zombie rammed into the ground several times.
Finally, a crack appeared on the glass.
The cracks grew louder with the impact, and with a crisp sound, the glass shattered instantly.
"ah--"
The superhuman on the heavy truck let out a terrified scream, and at the same time, colorful superpowers were thrown directly at the horde of zombies.
Black blood spurted out instantly, but instead of falling to the ground, it landed directly on the zombies that were tightly huddled together.
The dead zombies didn't even have time to fall down before they were pushed and squeezed into the heavy truck by the zombies behind them.
The sounds of tearing and swallowing filled the air as the zombies roared with satisfaction, tearing pieces of flesh from inside the truck.
The muscular zombie didn't get into the heavy truck to tear at its flesh; it just angrily barked twice at the zombie tearing at its flesh, and then roared as it charged toward the next heavy truck.
His body slammed against the windshield of the heavy truck again and again.
Its task is to smash open these obstructive windows.
The sun gradually set in the west, and the afterglow of the sunset fell on the black sea.
It was bustling and lively.
"Roar—"
The roars of the zombies mingled with the curses of the humans, and the sound carried very far.
Two hours later, the horde of zombies returned to their dazed state.
They have no goals, no dreams, they just wander aimlessly on the road.
The spot where the heavy truck was parked now only had two piles of zombies in front of and behind the truck; there was nothing else there.
The green heavy truck was covered in a layer of black blood and smelled of decay.
The truck was covered in black, slimy liquid.
None of the superhumans inside survived. They didn't even have a chance to become zombies themselves, their bones were crushed and swallowed by the zombies' abnormal bite force.
The sun is setting.
Peace returned to the area, and moonlight fell on the heavy trucks in complete silence.
There was no one there, no zombies; it was like a ghost car from hell.
Under the pure, cold moonlight, a figure ran wildly.
"Hehe..."
A voice unique to zombies emanated from the figure's throat, carrying a hint of suppressed anger.
He was wearing a thick coat, and his belly was bulging, as if something was wrapped around it.
The most striking thing was the black blood flowing from his arm.
The black blood stained his entire arm black.
His appearance makes it easy for anyone to identify him.
This is a zombie.
He ran a very, very long distance, and finally stopped abruptly on a mountain road.
Before him lay a pile of zombies and several heavy trucks, all empty except for black blood.
It is obvious that all the superhumans inside were wiped out.
"As expected of the Zombie King, he's ruthless!"
After a long while, a cold voice came from the figure.
The moonlight shone on his face, making it appear very pale, as white as a ghost in a horror movie.
This person's face vaguely revealed an air of righteousness, but his eyes were not the eyes of a decent person; they carried a hint of ruthlessness.
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