Before long, the woman climbed onto the roof. As she got closer, she called out to the neighbor, "Cheng Hong? Cheng Hong, are you alright?"
A moment later, a voice rang out through gritted teeth: "Don't...don't come any closer, I'm fine."
"Cheng Hong!" How could a woman not be worried? She insisted on going to find her husband and son.
Inside the second floor, the dim light cast dappled shadows as it trembled. Duan Chenghong's cheek was pressed against the cold floor, sweat and dust mingling and sliding down his resolute chin.
A zombie with bloodshot eyes and drool dripping from its mouth pressed down on him like a wild beast, its putrid stench overwhelming him.
At this moment, Duan Chenghong's hands were tightly gripping a rolling pin, which was held horizontally in front of his head, pressing hard against the zombie's mouth full of sharp teeth.
He recognized the man; he was the owner of a small supermarket. They had been neighbors for many years and had a very good relationship.
The zombie outbreak occurred at noon, which is also the noodle shop's busiest time. Since there were many customers, the couple temporarily left their son in the small supermarket next door.
After the zombies appeared, the couple quickly ran to the second floor and locked the door, while their son, Xiaofan, was left in the next room.
The couple were extremely anxious, but not long after, Duan Xiaofan contacted them using the supermarket owner's phone number.
He said he was trapped on the first floor, and the boss was bleeding a lot and went upstairs with a monster.
Hearing this, the couple were secretly alarmed. They had seen what was happening outside, including the guests on the first floor at the time.
Those who were bitten and scratched turned into monsters in no time, and the supermarket owner was definitely in grave danger! The two then discussed how to save their son.
Let's go back to the present.
The upstairs area is basically where the supermarket owner lives. At this moment, it's in complete chaos. In a corner not far away, there's a mangled corpse with a kitchen knife stuck in its head.
However, it is clear that the knife does not belong to Duan Chenghong. The zombie was probably killed by the supermarket owner, but he himself did not escape in the end.
Duan Chenghong struggled to resist the zombie in front of him, his muscles tense to the extreme, his arms trembling slightly from the excessive force, but he dared not relax in the slightest.
The two sides remained locked in a stalemate within this narrow space.
However, Duan Chenghong soon became extremely anxious.
His son's shrill cries came from downstairs, and his wife's questions were filled with worry and unease. Each cry was like a sharp knife cutting into his heart.
"Xiao Fan, don't be afraid! Daddy will come to save you right away!" Duan Chenghong said through gritted teeth.
Just then, a deafening crash came from the first floor. The glass door shattered under the zombies' frenzied attack, scattering fragments everywhere.
Several staggering figures surged into the supermarket like a tide, their target being Duan Xiaofan, who was sitting on the back of the shelf.
"Waaaaah, Mommy!!" Xiao Fan's cries became even more urgent.
Upstairs, Duan Chenghong's eyes instantly turned bloodshot: "Get out of here!" he roared, his fear and anxiety transforming into boundless power.
Duan Chenghong gave a sudden push, and the rolling pin, whistling through the air, smashed open the zombie's head above him.
The zombie staggered backward, and Duan Chenghong seized the opportunity to roll to his feet, grab a nearby chair, and smash it hard against the zombie...
Downstairs, as zombies surged in like a tidal wave, Xiao Fan huddled in a corner, crying incessantly.
But this helpless wail, like a magnet, only attracts the covetous gazes of more zombies.
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, Xiao Jin appeared like a ghost.
Her figure appeared and disappeared in the dimly lit supermarket, and in a few instants, she had already moved between Xiao Fan and the zombie.
This sudden turn of events caused the zombies to pause in their movements. Confusion flickered in their empty eye sockets as they wondered why there was an extra portion of food.
But this doubt vanished in an instant; for the zombies, simply enjoying the "feast" before them was enough.
The zombies let out low growls, flailing their rotting bodies and emitting a nauseating stench as they pounced on Xiao Jin.
Xiao Jin's eyes were as cold as frost. The long knife in her hand gleamed coldly in the dim light, and each swing was accompanied by the wails and falls of zombies.
Xiao Fan sobbed, afraid of seeing the bloody scene, so he covered his eyes and cried as soon as the zombies came in.
Xiao Fan, surrounded by complete darkness, heard a strange sound beside him, followed by the disappearance of all the terrifying screams in the supermarket.
It was very quiet around me until someone slowly approached me.
Upon feeling this, Xiao Fan trembled and pressed his back firmly against the wall.
"You can open your eyes now."
Xiao Fan: "??" Someone is talking; monsters don't talk.
Seeing this, Xiao Fan spread his fingers, trying to observe the situation on the other side through the gap, and then he saw Xiao Jin standing in front of him.
Xiao Jin hates blood and tries her best to avoid getting blood on herself when killing zombies.
If you ignore the shattered shadows in her hand, she looks rather 'amiable', but that's clearly just her own perception.
The mottled bloodstains spread in all directions, and Xiao Jin stood there, gripping a long, gleaming sword tightly in his hand.
Her face was cold and indifferent, and she was surrounded by a murderous aura. At her feet lay the head of a zombie, its face twisted and its blood-red eyes facing Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan glanced at it, but initially didn't react.
Without warning, Xiao Fan burst into tears right in front of Xiao Jin the second time he saw her, reacting even more strongly than if he had seen a zombie.
"Waaaaah~ Mommy~ hiccup~ Help~ I'm going to be killed!!!"
Xiao Jin's eyelids twitched, her face remained expressionless, and she didn't know whether to sheathe the knife in her hand or not.
Just then, Duan Chenghong came running down from upstairs in a disheveled state.
"Xiao Fan? Xiao Fan, Dad is here."
Duan Chenghong glanced downstairs and spotted Duan Xiaofan sitting in the corner. Without thinking about Xiao Jin, he rushed over and hugged her tightly.
"Ugh~ Dad~ hiccup~"
"Okay, okay, don't be afraid." Duan Chenghong hugged his son tightly, his large hands protecting the back of his head, his eyes already wet with tears.
He deserves to die; why didn't he come sooner?
"Waaah, Dad~ Uncle?" Duan Xiaofan cried, but didn't forget to point upstairs.
"Uncle is injured and has fallen asleep. Xiaofan, go home with your father and don't disturb Uncle." Duan Chenghong pursed his lips.
"Okay." Although Xiao Fan felt something was off, he couldn't think too much about it at his current mental age, so he just nodded.
At this moment, Duan Chenghong also noticed Xiao Jin standing to the side.
He was startled at first, since he had been focusing his attention on his son. He instinctively hugged Duan Xiaofan tightly.
But then Duan Chenghong saw the zombies that had been killed around him and immediately realized that it was this boy who had saved his son. The wariness in his eyes visibly faded.
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