The underground parking garage in Times Square is not far from the fast food restaurant where Gou Fugui and his friends are hiding; it's a five-minute walk away under normal circumstances.
But this is clearly not the "normal situation." At least a hundred undead mutants are wandering along this short stretch of road. Although they seem to move very slowly and are completely mindless, once they smell the scent of living people or find traces of them, these undead mutants will instantly become the most frenzied hunters.
Therefore, without extremely powerful and unconventional methods, even if several times more people went to drive, it would all be like throwing good money after bad.
But now! Everyone has the delicious "lamb bun" that's completely different from other "human flesh buns," a bun so good even dogs won't bother with it!
Yangyang Fugui, holding the loudspeaker that had been specially removed from the fast food restaurant to announce the menu, nodded to the dozen or so "real men and real women" gathered at the entrance.
The short-haired, almond-eyed girl took a deep breath and quickly opened the glass door, and Yangyang Fugui dashed out.
Perhaps all sheep have a bit of a running advantage? Anyway, Sheep Fugui was incredibly fast, running forward dozens of meters in the blink of an eye and successfully attracting all the mutated undead along the roadside as he ran.
Just as he had run nearly a hundred meters and the fastest mutated undead was about to catch up with him and take a bite, Fugui Yangyang clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, his face full of fragility and pain. At the same time, he threw the megaphone in his hand, and the shop's loudspeaker, which was repeating the menu, began to work.
[Customer number 38, please come and collect your order. Your fried chicken is ready!]
[Customer number 38, please come and collect your order. Your fried chicken is ready!]
So all the mutated undead people following behind Fugui Yang, as well as those attracted by the commotion, all looked at the loudspeaker at that moment.
Well, it's possible that the foodie nature of Washingtonians is so deeply ingrained in the soul of every Washingtonian that even if they lose their minds and become mindless zombies, the "call of food" can always make them pause for a moment.
Even though Yang Fugui was pretending to be dead, the undead who were chasing him didn't probe him for more than a few seconds. When the loudspeaker blared, all the undead around him rushed towards the speaker.
For some reason, Fugui Yangyang felt a sense of loss, as if he had been outdone.
However, taking advantage of this opportunity, a dozen or so true warriors who had been waiting at the entrance of the fast food restaurant rushed out with all their courage. They held their breath one after another, each carrying a metal folding chair in front of them for protection.
This is a solution that everyone came up with through brainstorming—if they are accidentally discovered and surrounded by these living dead, they should quickly gather back to back and use the folding chairs in their hands to form a circle with the chair legs facing outwards.
This way, even if these mutated undead stretched out their necks, they couldn't bite them, and they could also buy time to wait for the long-haired youth's alternative rescue.
Those who dared to come out at this time possessed more courage and responsibility than others, along with the determination and perseverance to survive and protect their families. No one was reckless. Everyone was focused and attentive, safely running past the group of living dead surrounding the loudspeaker, and even directly reaching the security room by the underground parking garage door, which they thought would take several trips to reach.
The security guard was no longer in the security room.
However, the security room is a very suitable temporary refuge!
A dozen or so people folded up their chairs and squeezed into the security room, which was barely bigger than an elevator. As they closed the door, the undead who had discovered the fake loudspeaker were already chasing after them.
Although it was a close call, everyone made it safely.
At this moment, the feigning-dead Sheep Fugui also saw the success of the thirteen-person driving group, and he nodded to himself. Then, he pressed his heart, looked at the megaphone that had gone from being surrounded by the living dead to being ignored by them, seized the opportunity, jumped up, rushed to the megaphone in three steps, picked it up and ran.
Then the undead, who had just dispersed, paused for a few seconds before chasing after them with even greater rage and ferocity.
This time, Fugui Yangyang ran straight into the underground parking lot.
The doctor father, one of the thirteen security guards, took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses: "I'm number one. My car is in the first row closest to the entrance. I'm going to get it."
"After I finish driving, I will honk the horn in an orderly manner to attract the attention of these...the living dead, and help Fugui share some of the pressure."
After the doctor finished speaking, a pretty girl with long hair next to him nodded while tying her hair up: "I'm number two. According to the parking garage layout map drawn by the wheelchair guy, my car and your car are on the east and west sides of the first row. After you lure these undead over there, I can drive."
"Then the two of us just drove around the garage together."
Next up is number three, a wealthy young man dressed in haute couture: "I'm number three. My car is a specially reinforced and thickened million-dollar SUV with extremely strong impact resistance. When the time comes, I'll just drive straight out of the underground garage and rush out, then lure away all the zombies around the fast food restaurant, so our family can get in the car more safely."
Afterwards, the thirteen security guards explained their numbers and tasks. Through these introductions, the strangers developed a strong sense of loyalty and shared destiny.
"Then... I hope we can all get out of here alive!"
After saying this, the doctor father spotted a secluded spot and rushed into the underground parking garage. The twelve people in the security room and the wealthy sheep, who was nervously chasing zombies in the garage, waited anxiously until a loud horn sounded in the underground garage.
"Very good!"
The twelve people in the security room couldn't help but clench their fists and cheer quietly. Even Fugui Yangyang, who had been cornered by the living dead and was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, showed a smile.
However, his smile didn't last long before he noticed the little zombie that kept circling around him, seemingly devoid of thought or emotion yet growing increasingly ferocious.
Fugui Yangyang covered his heart.
Okay. He's run into another enemy who's both persistent and meticulous.
Before the little zombie could pounce on him and tear at his neck, the delicate Yangyang Fugui pulled out a wolf-tooth metal hammer from under his armpit—bigger, heavier, and shinier than a gold brick—and swung it at the little zombie's head.
Watching the little zombie ascend to heaven in a second, Yangyang Fugui truly pressed his chest and turned pale this time.
Even though he knew the child was dead and could not be brought back to life, this was still the first time he had taken the initiative to kill.
The indescribable disgust, pain, and...fear were pounding against his heart.
Leaning against the corner, Gou Fugui took a deep breath. Now that he thought about it, the shipwreck that started with him falling into the sea was much more subtle in terms of "death".
Gou Fugui was momentarily lost in thought when the piercing sound of a car horn from the other side snapped him out of it.
Some people were even calling his name: "Brother Fugui! I'm number thirteen! I'm already on the bus, you should get on too!!"
"Thank you so much! Let's hurry and drive away from this damn square!"
The sound made Gou Fugui suppress the inexplicable emotions that were rising within him. His gaze swept across the road and he saw a modified off-road vehicle with a somewhat special appearance and an extremely sturdy look at the ten o'clock position ahead.
This is the wheelchair-bound man's vehicle.
He pressed two different buttons on the car key as instructed by the wheelchair-bound man, and then the car's lights turned on and it started by itself.
Emergency intelligent defense has been activated.
Please have your friend get in the car. Do not touch or slap the car body forcefully.
When the sound came, Gou Fugui saw that the rear door of the car opened automatically; it was a hinged door that opened from the top to the bottom.
Fu Gui Yang Yang raised an eyebrow. With such a high-end car, the wheelchair-bound guy must be no ordinary person. Maybe he's another rich kid?
However, that kid's temperament and personality are not as pleasing as his brothers.
Gou Fugui quickly got into the car.
As he got into the car, he was still wondering what the car's intelligent warning against hitting the car body hard meant, and then the next second he understood perfectly—
As he got into the car, several undead who heard the commotion rushed toward it. But what surprised Fugui Yangyang, the little country sheep, was that the undead who rushed to the side of the car and pounded on the body trembled as soon as they hit the car. Then, visibly, blue smoke rose from the hair on their heads, and a few seconds later, they fell straight down.
He was clearly badly shocked.
"hiss!"
The wealthy and beautiful woman gasped; this car was a bit dangerous.
Then the inorganic voice sounded again from the smart computer next to the driver's seat: [Owner's location detected. Autopilot activated. Destination: Duoweishi Burger & Fried Chicken.]
So the wealthy and beautiful woman who got into the car didn't even touch the steering wheel before being driven out of the underground parking garage by this highly intelligent, high-tech off-road vehicle.
He sat comfortably in the back seat, feeling somewhat relaxed.
The only thing left is to find the right opportunity to pick up the wheelchair-bound boy and the almond-eyed girl together. If the wheelchair-bound boy is willing, he might be able to take a few more people with him.
There were a total of fourteen people driving the car. If a few more people squeezed into each car, they could probably take away about half of the people in the fast food restaurant, right? At least they could take all the children.
Gou Fugui leaned against the car door, still thinking optimistically. But when the car brought him smoothly to the fast food restaurant, the scene before him was so cruel and absurd that he felt like a fool.
"Get out of the car now, do you hear me?! Whoever has this child, get out of the car!! Otherwise, I'll throw him into a pile of zombies!!" A burly man grabbed a little girl who was wailing loudly and pressed her against the glass wall, using her as leverage to threaten the driver outside.
"I...I didn't mean any harm! I just wanted to ask whose child this is. The child can't run fast, so if you honk your horn, I'll take the child with me. I really didn't mean any harm, I just wanted a ride. My grandson and I don't have a car, and we don't want to die." This was a robust old woman, tightly holding a toddler, while her grandson held the toddler's toy beside her.
"Stop dawdling, okay? Since you managed to get the car once, you can definitely get it a second time. I'll give you my car keys, one car for one car, isn't that fair? Besides, your inability to move your leg is a huge hindrance; it's questionable whether you can even get in the car quickly. If you can't survive, don't waste resources. Let our family go up. I'll burn incense for you later to express my gratitude."
The speaker was a well-dressed, middle-aged man who looked quite imposing. They were a family of five traveling together, but neither of the two adult men in the family was willing to risk going into the underground parking garage to retrieve their car.
At this moment, they surrounded the wheelchair-bound boy, and the chubby little boy was still smiling and pushing the wheelchair-bound boy's legs, seemingly trying to push him off.
The boy in the wheelchair lowered his eyes, and the tips of his fingers, which were resting on the armrests of the wheelchair, began to turn white.
The almond-eyed girl stood in front of the wheelchair-bound boy, angrily shoving aside the disruptive children and the middle-aged man who tried to grab the boy's arm: "If you want to escape, why don't you go drive your own cars?! Now that someone has brought their car out, you're using such despicable and coercive methods to force them to move aside. Don't you feel ashamed?!"
The girl's words echoed throughout the fast food restaurant, bringing a brief silence to the chaotic scene. But soon, the vicious man who had initiated the attack spoke up coldly:
"You're allowed to get on the bus, so what are you saying? If you're so capable, then don't get on! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering! Bah! It's the apocalypse, who the hell cares about shamelessness? Survival is the most important thing!"
Then, the man who was speaking viciously lifted the little girl in his arms and shoved her out of the open glass window.
Amid the little girl's shrill cries, he urged, "Whose child is this?! If the hell doesn't get out of the car, I'll throw him away!"
Finally, a dry, terrified voice rang out, and a car pulled up: "Don't touch my daughter! I'll get out. You can have the car!!"
That was the voice of Doctor Number One.
Then, the vicious man laughed.
Gou Fugui, who was in the car, also laughed.
His mental "Handbook of Weird and Cute Creatures" flipped through pages frantically, finally settling on a bizarre creature with an expression of utter mockery—
[Tibetan Fox Fortune: I'm not targeting anyone in particular, everything I see is trash.]
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