Chapter 114 Zombie with a Severed Arm: I'm Going to Take Your Arm Off!
For them, “zombie” is not an unfamiliar term.
Most people have seen classic zombie movies.
Although it wasn't particularly scary on the first viewing, and was simply treated as a fantasy film, certain details still left a deep impression on everyone.
For example, zombies' vision deteriorates significantly, but they gain an extremely keen ability to detect sound.
Liang Jun never expected that this absurd and unrealistic so-called "knowledge point" would actually be used on her one day.
The back of the line began to stir uncomfortably.
Jiang Zhiling and Gu Keke, who have poor psychological resilience, are clearly at a loss and don't know what to do.
Although Qi Zhixia and Xin Sang were able to keep their minds in check, they were too cautious and only wanted to make sure they didn't make a sound. They completely forgot that the monster was rushing towards them at high speed.
Old Ren, standing blankly at the front of the line, hadn't reacted yet. To him, "zombie" was still a rather obscure and difficult-to-understand word.
He gripped the fruit knife tightly as he faced forward, then turned back and whispered, "Xiao Liang, what exactly is this zombie you're talking about?"
Liang Yan's heart rate skyrocketed.
Currently, if one wants to save their life, there are only two solutions available—
One option is to confront the zombie head-on and resolve the situation with force; the other is to find cover and quickly hide, making retreat the best course of action.
If the knowledge gained while slacking off in class is accurate, then the fatal point of zombies should be their heads.
If they had guns, that would be great. With a sharpshooter in the team who could hit anything, they wouldn't be afraid of a small situation with only one zombie in front of them.
But now, all they have are the two portable fruit knives in Luo Chuange and Lao Ren's hands. Let alone whether they can pierce the hard skull of a zombie, even if they fight to the death with a living person, they may not be able to gain the upper hand.
Liang Xuan completed the brainstorming session in the shortest possible time.
The only option is the second one; quickly hide.
The dark figure charged forward with the speed of a cheetah, covering half the distance of the corridor in the blink of an eye.
Liang Jun had no time to hesitate. Now that the sound had attracted the dark figure, she might as well go all out and take full action.
She turned and ran to the opposite end of the corridor. Using the blinding red light, Liang Jun touched the doorknob on the left side of the corridor.
If the structure here is exactly the same as the sixth floor, then this room should be a cleaning room that every floor must have, filled with all kinds of cleaning tools.
Liang Jun could only hope that it wasn't locked.
"Click".
The crisp sound of the door opening dispelled the tense atmosphere, and the door to the cleaning room in front of Liang Xuan was opened smoothly.
"Come in quickly!" she shouted to her teammates, "Get inside quickly—"
Xin Sang, Ge Lin, and Luo Chuange, who were the first to react, grabbed the people next to them and ran towards the direction Liang Xun was waving.
The long, dark corridor felt like the final racetrack of their lives; the finish line was right in front of them, but the twisted hand reaching out from behind was also within reach.
Liang Jun couldn't help but shout at the top of her lungs, "Hurry up—"
Teammates were like heavy sandbags, one after another thrown into the cramped cleaning room by an invisible hand.
Luo Chuange was the last to enter the room. Because he ran too fast and didn't have time to sheathe his knife, the sharp blade of the fruit knife accidentally cut Lao Ren's arm, causing him to wince in pain and fall into the pile of debris.
Seeing all her teammates enter the room, Liang Jun quickly closed the door.
But they were a second too late. The mysterious figure had already caught up with them and reached into Liang Xun's arm through the crack in the door just before Liang Xun could completely close it.
It was a rotten arm, like a withered tree.
The rotting flesh was torn open in all directions, and off-white maggots were wriggling in the decaying tissue, as if they would crawl up to Liang Jun's body at any moment.
The exposed bone of his hands appeared even paler under the red emergency lights, and his arms, like mop handles, were straining to support him inside the house, as if he could pry open the sturdy door in the blink of an eye.
The power of zombies is far beyond what Liang Jun alone can withstand.
She felt the strain the moment the other person reached in, her steps were pushed back, and she had to lean her whole body against the door to barely delay the other person from breaking in.
Ge Lin, who was closest, quickly got up from the ground and, without saying a word, stood next to Liang Jun, using all his strength to resist her brutal attacks.
Apart from Old Ren, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain after being cut by a fruit knife, everyone else crowded in front of the small door, using all their strength to resist the attack of a zombie outside.
The rotting arm that reached in was still restless, its exposed tendons scratching aimlessly, as if harboring the evil thought of "taking care of whoever I can get rid of."
Luo Chuange, who was blocking the outermost edge, naturally noticed this phenomenon. Without saying a word, he hurriedly pulled Gu Keke and Jiang Zhiling, who were about to be caught, apart.
"Stay away from him! Don't get touched!"
The hand seemed to have the ability to locate by sound. The moment Luo Chuange spoke, the broken hand immediately changed its direction of attack and turned to grab Luo Chuange's position.
Upon seeing this, he immediately moved towards the door frame, and while doing so, he kept knocking on the surrounding walls, successfully diverting the zombie's point of attack from the door panel, which greatly reduced the pressure on Liang Jun and the others.
Even so, the door to the cleaning room still couldn't be closed smoothly. The arm blocking the way was like an eyesore. Only by completely eliminating the other party could one gain a brief moment of peace.
However, given their current state, it is clearly unlikely that they can kill their opponent in one blow.
"Smash his arm!"
Liang Xun gritted her teeth and shouted at Luo Chuange, "Find a way to knock his arm off!"
Upon receiving the instruction, he once again pulled out the fruit knife, which was already stained with blood, and without saying a word, stabbed it into the top of the zombie's arm.
But it was no different from what the naked eye could see; the arm was almost completely rotten, with most of it being hard bone except for a little tissue clinging to the skin.
Luo Chuange's fruit knife could slice through flesh, but that didn't mean it was a sharp knife capable of cutting bone. After several stabs, the zombie's arm was clearly unharmed; on the contrary, his fruit knife was damaged, the blade riddled with small nicks.
"What do we do, Captain? He's not reacting at all!"
If the person opposite him is really a zombie, then he shouldn't feel any pain.
For him, a simple knife stab was like scratching an itch through a boot; it not only had no effect but also had the disadvantage of luring the enemy deeper into his territory.
Leung Yung braced her feet against the pile of clutter on the ground, then quickly turned around, pressed her back against the door, and looked around at all the usable props in the cleaning room.
A few brand-new and used rags—they pose zero threat to zombies. If the zombies had any sense, they might even think they were being invited to play a game of "drop the handkerchief."
Several brooms woven from bamboo strips and grass—even an extremely sharp knife couldn't harm them, let alone ordinary bamboo and grass that would break at the slightest touch.
The colorful rubber gloves—besides making your hands sweaty and extremely inconvenient to move around in, these things seem to serve no other purpose.
After quickly filtering through her thoughts, Liang Jun finally focused her attention on the mop in the corner.
This is not the common iron-handled mop on the market—the kind that is extremely fragile, and the iron part will be deeply dented after just two taps—but the most primitive wooden-handled mop.
The mop handle is almost as thick as a normal person's forearm. It is made of solid wood, with extremely sturdy materials, so there will be no embarrassing situation like with an iron mop.
Liang Jun gave Luo Chuange a look, "Use the mop handle to smash his arm hard—preferably break it!"
Gu Keke and Jiang Zhiling, who were pushed aside, didn't sit still either. They grabbed all the mops from the corner and prepared to change Luo Chuange's equipment at any time.
Luo Chuange gripped the mop handle tightly with both hands at the most effortless part, then raised it high and slammed it down on the zombie's waving arm—
"Bang!"
A tremendous, heavy thud suddenly exploded in their ears. With this loud noise, the previously upright skeleton seemed stunned and momentarily forgot to struggle.
This was incredibly good news for Liang Jun and the others. They hadn't held back at all, and taking advantage of the zombie's momentary lapse in concentration, they forcefully trapped his arm between the door and the wall, preventing him from moving forward or backward.
The joy of victory seemed to beckon him, and Luo Chuange, in one go, raised the mop handle high above his head again, aimed at the same spot as before, and delivered another heavy blow!
Although the opponent was a mutated zombie, it still retained the most basic human anatomy. Luo Chuange's repeated blows landed steadily on the elbow joint, the most important connection between the upper arm and forearm, and it was clearly loosened by the blows.
Gu Keke and Jiang Zhiling were envious. They realized that the stick in his hand couldn't be broken in a short time, so they also picked the most handy one from the pile of mops and joined the attack.
With the addition of the two of them, Luo Chuange was finally able to catch his breath a little.
Gu Keke and Jiang Zhiling's strikes were no less effective than Luo Chuange's. The two of them used more and more force with each strike, as if they regarded the zombies opposite them as their most hated enemies, hitting their vital points with each blow.
Gu Keke bared her teeth and brandished her claws, her eyes filled with rage. "Scratch! All you do is scratch! I'm going to break your arm off and stick it into your head myself!"
The usually gentle and timid Jiang Zhiling seemed like a different person; her eyes welled up with tears, as if she had exerted herself too much.
"Give me back my sister!" The violent pounding drowned out her loud shouts. "You damned thing, give me back my sister—"
Luo Chuange stood behind them, holding his mop, dumbfounded.
Before he could make another move, the players in the cleaning room heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Then, the door, which had previously been unable to be closed, was slammed shut and quickly locked.
Amidst the old man's mournful and painful wails, they sat down on the spot, panting heavily.
His sweat-drenched appearance truly gave the impression of a life-or-death battle.
The arm that had been broken by Jiang Zhiling's crucial blow lay on the ground.
The startled maggots scattered and crawled all over the ground.
This scene is absolutely disgusting.
Just as everyone was trying to avoid her, Liang Jun, who was leaning against the door and catching her breath, suddenly spoke up.
“Pick it up.”
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Author's Note: Zombie: What did I do wrong? ToT
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