Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 45 Doomsday Car Race?

I paused briefly in carriage number 2.

The crab on Wan Xing's cutting board had transformed into the skull crusher in the butcher's hand, and she was now using a chainsaw to cut the bone hammer in the skull crusher's hand.

A buzzing sound accompanied the splattering of tiny pieces of flesh and blood, and soon a hammer fell to the ground.

The latter put away the chainsaw, lifted his blood-stained mask, and smiled at Su Huan.

But no matter how you look at that smile, it's unsettling.

This girl's art style seems to be developing in an increasingly strange direction.

However, this is the daily life of a gatherer. Every day they have to deal with strange corpses, zombies, plants, evolved beasts, and perhaps even evolved beings in the future.

There's no need to rush their career planning for now; they haven't even reached the first level yet.

Su Huan walked to the corner, where a silver motorcycle was parked, looking like a crouching metal beast.

It hasn't been used since it was repaired.

He was planning to go out alone today, and the H2 was the perfect means of transportation.

The supercharger roared through the cabin along with the four cylinders, and the idling car vibrated slightly. Su Huan felt as if he had forgotten something.

What was missed?
He quickly checked it and then talked to himself.

"Items carried: 1 Tier 1 Universal Energy Crystal, 3 Ordinary Universal Energy Crystals, Log"

"Purpose of this trip: To retrieve the firearms from the fire truck."

"Traveler: Su Huan".

Anything else?

Gone.

That's good.

He gave Wan Xing an OK look, and the other party lowered the deck on the side of the sightseeing car.

As the hydraulic support slowly descended, a silver beast roared out.

He pushed past the busy crowd and rushed straight to the gap in the fence.

……

Huang Hai pushed up his glasses, wiped the oily sweat from the bridge of his nose, and glanced at the three-eye quartz watch on his left wrist. The date on the watch had jumped to 21.

He has been living a shady life in this small supermarket for two weeks.

As a highly qualified individual, Huang Hai knew he was beyond saving.

Or rather, it's impossible to expect others to come to our rescue.

He curled up in the triangle formed by the toy shelf and the pile of adult diapers, feeling safer wrapped in these soft things.

The row of aluminum cans at the stairwell suddenly started rattling.

Huang Hai's heart suddenly leaped into his throat.

“It’s the wind,” the young man huddled behind the cashier said in a muffled voice.

He was using a utility knife to whittle a mop handle, and sawdust fell like snowflakes onto the carpet printed with "Welcome".

Besides the two of them, there were two other men in the supermarket, customers who had shopped with him and ended up trapped there by the apocalypse.

"If we stay here like this, we'll all die sooner or later." Huang Hai licked his cracked lips, which tasted rusty.

I picked up the bottled water next to me and took another sip.

Fortunately, he hid in the supermarket, and with the supplies there, he's doing quite well for now.

But like a dog locked in a cage, not knowing when its owner will return, it watches the sunrise and sunset, gradually sliding into despair.

The young man did not respond to him.

Over the course of more than ten days, they talked a great deal, from their hometowns and professions to the philosophy of life, the universe and the stars, and even how they would die.

They ran out of things to say towards the end.

Huang Hai looked through the crack in the nailed-closed window and saw a dandelion swaying in the breeze.

Just over ten days ago, when he personally nailed the last plank onto the plant, it was just a green sprout in a crack in the concrete. Now, its downy hairs have been dyed golden by the sunlight.

He wanted to continue talking, but the boy suddenly raised a sharpened wooden stick.

"Shh..."

A viscous, watery sound of footsteps came from downstairs. Huang Hai gripped the fire axe beside him and glanced at the box of gold-leaf chocolates on the shelf, which trembled slightly, the ribbon knot gleaming matte in the dust.

The young man gave him a look, 'The zombies are here again.'

Huang Hai shrank back into his diaper. Anyway, there was a metal door on the second floor that the zombies couldn't open.

"Bam—"

The violent sound, accompanied by a metallic, distorted noise, startled Huang Hai.

He ripped the diaper off his face, his bloodshot eyes staring at the iron gate.

There was a huge bulge on it.

It felt like being violently struck by some terrifying behemoth.

"Oh!"

The explosive sound caused white powder to fall from around the door frame.

The noise startled four people inside the supermarket.

The two men fled deeper into the supermarket shelves, leaving Huang Hai and the young man standing on the counter.

Huang Hai hurriedly ran towards the young man, but perhaps the noise had alerted the monsters outside, because the crashing sounds became more frequent and violent.

The flimsy metal door gradually deformed under the violence. Huang Hai lay behind the counter, looking at the side of the metal door.

Behind the curved door, a large patch of iron-gray skin was visible, and a massive, giant-like foot slammed into the iron door.

A zombie's head squeezed through the curved gap, its scarlet eyes meeting Huang Hai's gaze.

"Roar!"

Huang Hai's oily, sallow complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

The next moment, his head was smashed open by a metal road sign.

The blood-stained words "Yu Nan Road" were stuck on the metal door.

The butcher roughly pulled it out, yanked aside the ordinary zombie at his feet, bent down and peered through the crack in the door, a strange smile on his fat face.

Huang Hai covered his mouth and slowly slid back behind the counter.

The muscles in his face had long since lost control due to fear, and his features were all jagged and disoriented.

"boom!"

The metal door was kicked open completely, knocking over several shelves.

The butcher, a towering figure of 2.5 meters, squeezed into the small supermarket.

The heavy breathing sounded like a wave of air hitting the wall, gradually bouncing back and echoing in layers.

Huang Hai didn't know why his damn heart was still beating.

Even a heart attack would be better than nothing, to make my death quicker.

The only thing that gives him a sense of security right now is the young man next to him who is also pale-faced.

At least you'll have someone to keep you company on your journey to the underworld.

While lost in thought, Huang Hai suddenly heard some strange noises.

Like the sound of motorcycles that used to wake him up in the middle of the night.

That kind of furious sound, coming from afar and getting closer, as if wishing him to die in a car crash the next second.

"Boom boom boom——"

As the voice drew closer, Huang Hai's face lit up with uncontrollable joy. The voice he once hated now sounded so familiar that he almost wanted to hug the rider and give him a big kiss.

Even if the other party is the one he despises the most, the blond-haired guy with the ghost fire.

But a question immediately arose.

Even if it's the end of the world, who is so arrogant as to speed on a motorcycle on the road?

Su Huan, who was driving dangerously, felt a tickle in his nasal cavity.

But the excitement in his eyes was hard to suppress.

At first he was a little hesitant, but after shaking off six Night Demons and running away with two Bloodhounds, he had grown to love the 'wild horse' he was riding.

(End of this chapter)