"Bang!" Old Yan slammed the door shut with lightning speed. He leaned against the door, his face pale, panting heavily.
"Old Yan, what are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry?" Old Yao looked at Old Yan with an embarrassed expression, still holding a soup bowl in his hand. Old Yan was the stingiest man in the world. Every time you wanted to eat something from him, you had to put in a lot of effort, and if he found out, he would inevitably say a few words.
But Old Yan had no time to pay attention to any of that. He leaned against the door and mumbled incoherently, "They're not human! They're not human at all!"
"Not human? What do you mean, not human? Explain yourself clearly!" Old Yao was almost dumbfounded by what he said! Could this Old Yan have gone mad?
"Old Yan, what happened? How could you..."
But before he could finish speaking, a cacophony of banging on the door erupted, so loud it seemed the whole house would be shattered.
"Old Yan, what exactly is going on?" Old Yao was starting to get anxious too.
"They're not human at all!" Old Yan finally realized this, and he quickly helped Old Yao drag the bed over to firmly block the door.
"If they're not human, then what are they?"
"I don't know what they are! They're definitely not human!"
The zombies outside were frantically pounding on the windows, doors, and walls.
Inside the house, Lao Yao and Lao Yan desperately tried to block the windows and doors with all sorts of things, but the wooden walls couldn't stop them at all.
"Crash!" In just one minute, the sound of shattering glass was heard.
An arm covered in moss reached in, desperately trying to grab something. The arm was white with a bluish tinge, and it didn't look like a living person's arm at all.
"Old Yao! Someone broke a window, hurry!"
Old Yao picked up a wooden stick from the ground and smashed it down on the arm with all his might.
But the other side seemed completely oblivious to the pain, continuing to desperately reach forward.
"Damn it, you die! Get out, get out of here!" Old Yao kept swinging the stick, his arm seemed particularly tough, until he was panting heavily and broke the arm, then he stopped.
The window had barely been cleared when the door was pushed open a crack, and a dozen arms reached desperately through the gap, so many that it nearly triggered Old Yao's obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Hold on, push hard, hold on now!"
Old Yao and Old Yan desperately pushed the door forward, trying to close it, but they then realized that the monster outside was incredibly strong and they couldn't close it at all.
The zombies on this side of the door hadn't been dealt with yet, and on the other side, the window had been smashed open by zombies, and a bloodied and mangled head squeezed in. Its grayish-yellow eyes gleamed with a beastly light upon seeing the fresh flesh.
"What should we do now?" Old Yan looked at Old Yao in despair, his hair standing on end.
"I don't know what to do!" As more and more zombies gathered, they pounded on the door harder and harder.
"Old Yan has some too, and there's some over there!" Old Yao called out anxiously.
Old Yan muttered desperately, "It's useless! It's useless!"
Grayish-blue arms kept breaking into the wooden house from all sides.
Finally, the wooden door could not withstand the ravages of the zombies and collapsed with a crash, like a frail old man.
Lao Yan and Lao Yao, exposed to the zombie horde, instantly became the zombies' targets, and they pounced on them frantically.
"Help! Help!" Old Yao shouted desperately, but there was no one around! Even if there were, who would dare risk being torn apart by zombies to save them?
The zombies relentlessly tore at their bodies, blood gushing from their arteries. Every inch of skin was vulnerable, subjected to frenzied bites.
"Help! Help!" Old Yao cried out in despair. His stomach had been ripped open, and zombies were frantically gnawing at his internal organs.
But his survival instinct prevented him from giving up.
But even if they refuse to give up, they can't hold on for more than a minute.
It sounds like a long time, but in reality it took less than ten minutes from start to finish.
Old Yao and Old Yan are dead!
Wherever the zombies went, almost no one survived.
Such incidents continue to occur in other parts of the suburbs of City A.
Meanwhile, City A was also plunged into extreme chaos.
The citizens of City A were constantly looting supplies, and in their pursuit of these supplies, they even attacked their own kind.
In order to snatch a loaf of bread, they brazenly plotted against each other in broad daylight.
There are also some other particularly bizarre methods for dealing with zombies.
For example, sprinkling salt at the door and then pasting yellow talismans on it.
They were supposed to sprinkle rooster blood or black dog blood on it, but unfortunately, resources were too scarce and they couldn't find any.
And what about putting up a warning line at the door? Is a small warning line effective against zombies?
Another more reliable option is to nail all the doors and windows shut, just like Lin Mengru did.
There were also a lot of people taking the opportunity to seize territory; nobody knew what they were going to do with it at this time, but they just wanted to grab it.
There are also those who take advantage of the chaos to smash, loot, and burn. They have no specific purpose; they are simply doing evil. These are the most hateful people.
Although the zombies have not yet actually entered City A, videos of them have already spread widely on all social media platforms in City A.
The scenes of those humanoid beasts tearing humans apart in various settings, the bloody and savage scenes, their agile speed, and their indestructible bodies, all evoke both physical and psychological discomfort.
Zombies are certainly terrifying, but there will always be bloggers who would risk their lives for attention. It's hard to imagine how they managed to film these videos at such close range.
In an attempt to escape the zombies, almost all citizens frantically sought refuge on the top floors of skyscrapers, believing this would be an effective way to avoid them.
Of course, this inevitably led to a new round of competition, with countless people falling from high-rise buildings every day.
The real danger has yet to arrive, but the citizens of City A are already throwing themselves into chaos.
The order that had been built up during the warmer weather collapsed completely in just a few days.
Human social attributes are insignificant in the face of survival.
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