I heard the sound of the lab door being kicked open, and my attention was immediately drawn to it.
Under the illumination of the emergency lights, a figure dressed in funeral clothes rushed out of the laboratory and suddenly stopped in an open area.
This is the first time I've ever seen a zombie.
This thing is completely different from what's shown in the movies!
This zombie has no face, and not even a bald head.
Its head is a fleshy growth, covered with small fleshy growths, making it look like the surface of a bitter gourd.
If it weren't for the fact that it was wearing a shroud meant for the dead, I wouldn't even be able to tell that this thing was a person.
Perhaps because it had no eyes, the zombie froze in place after rushing out of the laboratory.
I looked at the monster in the distance, and a sense of unease began to rise within me.
I don't know if all zombies look like this, or if the Huang family chose the wrong corpses when they created the zombies.
My first thought upon seeing this thing was that the Huang family had transformed the corpses used in human experiments in this laboratory into zombies.
But on second thought, I realized that this possibility was unlikely.
First of all, we are all Chinese, and I don't believe the Huang family would do something so unscrupulous.
Secondly, it's because the zombie was wearing a funeral shroud.
Given the despicable nature of the Japanese devils, how could they possibly dress the people they experimented with in funeral clothes?
"Well!"
As the zombie stood there in a daze, Manjing behind me let out a muffled groan.
I turned around and saw that Manjing's gaze had returned to normal. I took off my coat and pressed it against the wound on his leg: "How are you feeling? Can you still feel your leg?"
"No, my legs are numb."
Manjing tried to move his body, and the pain from his wound made the veins on his neck bulge, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his face: "Big brother, why are we in this place?"
"roar!"
At that moment, the zombie behind us roared, a large gash appeared on its bumpy head, revealing sharp teeth, and it charged toward us at incredible speed.
"Get to a safe place and hide!"
Seeing the zombie running this way, I shouted something to Manjing, then quickly ran to the shotgun, picked it up, and loaded a bullet.
Just as I was loading my gun, the zombie rushed in front of me, its mouth agape as it lunged at me.
"Bang!"
I held the shotgun and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Gulp!"
I shot the zombie in the face, and it fell to the ground in a particularly bizarre position, its head riddled with bullet holes and bloody.
I saw the zombie fall to the ground, and without caring whether it was killed or not, I raised my katana again and slashed it down hard at its neck.
"Smack!"
As I swung my sword, the zombie lying on the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade of the katana.
Looking at its bloodied and mangled face, I didn't have time to think about how it saw the trajectory of my sword swing. I gripped the hilt with both hands and pulled back with all my might, trying to cut off its fingers and slow down its movement.
To my surprise, despite my strenuous pulling, the katana in my hand didn't budge an inch, as if I were pulling on a large tree.
The zombie on the ground parried my strength with one hand, then suddenly swung the knife aside.
"when!"
I was thrown sideways about half a meter away, and the samurai sword in my hand broke in two.
Before the zombie could get up, I gripped the broken half of the knife in my hand, knelt on one knee, and stabbed it in the neck with all my might.
"Bang!"
The instant the blade pierced the zombie, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.
My knife not only failed to pierce the zombie's body at all, but the shock also caused my wrist to ache terribly.
"roar!"
The zombie roared again, grabbed my arm, and with a flick of its wrist, lifted me into the air and slammed me to the ground on the other side.
The zombie grabbed my arm, and as I saw the ground getting closer and closer, I suddenly braced my forehead with my arm.
"Bang!"
The next second, my body slammed heavily to the ground. After my arm made contact with the ground, my body followed, and I lost all feeling in my body.
Before I could feel the pain, my body had already been sent flying from the spot, and the scenery in my vision kept receding.
Before my body even hit the ground, the zombie appeared in front of me and grabbed my body.
At that moment, my mind went completely blank.
I knew zombies were fast, but I never imagined they were this fast, and their abilities far surpassed those of humans.
"Bang!"
The zombie caught up with me as I flew backward and slammed me to the ground.
When my back hit the ground, my internal organs shuddered.
"puff!"
I felt a sweet taste in my throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed directly onto the zombie's face.
Slurp!
Perhaps attracted by the smell of blood, the zombie stuck out a blue tongue from its mouth, licking the blood from its lips, then opened its mouth wide and took a bite.
I looked at its teeth, which resembled animal traps, and tried my best to resist, but the impact had left my body feeling like it was falling apart, and I couldn't react at all.
"Bang!"
At that moment, Manjing somehow stood up and knocked the zombie off me.
"roar!"
The zombie, sensing the blood on Manjing's body, became even more aroused, pinning him down with one hand and biting down on his neck.
"Pfft!"
As the zombie's head slammed down, a stream of blood spurted out, splashing all over my face and body.
"Manjing!"
I felt the warmth of the blood in my body and let out a hysterical roar.
Manjing's ordeal made me lose my mind for a moment.
The surge of adrenaline instantly suppressed the pain in my body.
"ah!!"
I let out a beastly growl, drew the dagger from my waist, pounced on the zombie and pinned it to the ground, my arm mechanically stabbing down.
At that moment, I no longer cared whether the dagger in my hand could harm the zombie.
Anger and the will to survive have driven me to madness; all I want is to kill this guy, or be killed by him.
As I swung my knife, the zombie grabbed my neck from behind and slammed me to the ground.
"Smack!"
At this moment, Manjing, who was standing next to him, reached out his hands again and grabbed the zombie's arm.
Looking at the arm in my line of sight, I realized that when Manjing was attacked, he wasn't bitten on the neck, but rather a piece of flesh was torn off from his shoulder.
The combined strength of the two of us had no effect on this zombie.
Amidst the zombie's roar, it grabbed Manjing by the neck with its other hand and forced him to sit beside me.
As the zombie's arm exerted force, both Manjing and I began to have difficulty breathing, and our feet started kicking wildly on the ground.
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