I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

"Damn it!"

The way forward was blocked by heavy traffic and Old John cursed.

I'm just an idiot!

He couldn't help cursing himself.

Even though he has experienced the end of the world once, he is still an ordinary person.

He forgot this and impulsively ran out with his wife to save people, but ended up not being able to guarantee his own safety.

He should have foreseen that the roads would be blocked by the chaotic convoy of escapees, and his idea of ​​crossing several blocks to save people would not be feasible.

Not only that, he was surrounded by a group of zombies, and his wife was in danger of death.

In a hurry, Old John had forgotten the fact that he was in a virtual world, and said to his wife guiltily: "I'm sorry, dear, I dragged you into danger."

Jenny took a small pistol, aimed at the zombie's head and shot, killing a zombie that was about to break into the house with one shot.

She shook her head and said soothingly, "It's okay John, this is a decision we made together. It's not your fault."

Jenny's calmness and courage in the desperate situation impressed Old John. He had never thought that his gentle and considerate wife had such a strong side.

The two, along with more than a dozen refugees, were surrounded by zombies and hid in a bar. They blocked the doors and windows with tables and chairs, temporarily keeping the zombies out.

"Everyone listen to me, the zombies are a group of blind and deaf people. Don't make any noise, and they will slowly disperse."

Old John is an experienced man with rich experience in fighting zombies. He immediately stood up and commanded everyone to resist the zombies.

Under his command, everyone quickly stabilized the situation.

At this time, a tall man in military uniform came over from the crowd and took the initiative to talk to Old John.

"Hello, man. I'm a captain in the National Guard. You seem to know a lot about zombies?"

Old John was stunned when he saw the familiar man in front of him, and blurted out subconsciously: "James Brown?"

The tall soldier frowned: "Do you know me?"

Old John nodded, then shook his head.

He did know the other person, but that was in another world. Not now but in the future.

James was the leader of a team of survivors he had been with for a long time. He was a very nice person with strong leadership skills. Unfortunately, he was unlucky and eventually died in the hands of the Umbrella Slave Catchers.

Old John didn't expect to meet James here. He remembered that James was not a local.

Without giving him time to think, James asked again: "I want to organize a team to go to Lincoln High School to rescue people. My sister and other people's children are studying there. Man, we need people like you who understand the situation. Are you willing to help us?"

"You're going to Lincoln High School? Great! So are we. Our daughter goes there and we're just about to go find her." Jenny said in surprise.

What a coincidence? James is also going to Lincoln High School?

Old John felt something was strange.

It was such a coincidence that I met James here and he happened to have the same destination as me.

But the current situation did not allow him to think too much.

Looking at the men around James who were holding guns and had determined looks, Old John knew this was his best choice. So he thought about it and nodded and said, "OK, we can team up to rescue people, but I hope you can listen to my command. No one knows how to deal with these zombies better than me!"

James nodded, checked the ammunition in his M14 carbine, and asked, "Let's go now without further delay?"

"No. Let's wait. Going out now would be suicide. Let's wait until the streets are calmer before taking any action." Old John said affirmatively.

Having experienced the end of the world, he knew very well that the most dangerous time was when the biochemical crisis first broke out. Staying in crowded places outside the city at this time was tantamount to seeking death.

The chaotic crowd outside will make the zombies move in an irregular manner, and rash actions will only lead to being surrounded by the zombies.

The safest thing to do is to find a place to hide and avoid being tracked by the zombies, just like they are now.

After the initial chaos is over, use a quick assault method to carefully and quickly reach the destination.

Old John and his party stayed in the bar until dark.

The chaotic noise outside lasted all night, and gradually died down. There were few human voices, and the only sounds left were the roars of zombies.

Everyone was very distressed, worried that the children in the school would not be rescued.

But Old John advised everyone that the children had already survived the most dangerous time, and those who survived the initial chaos were smart people who would hide and protect themselves and would not run around.

They waited until dawn, and then Old John removed the obstacles and a group of seven or eight people rushed out.

"Hurry up! Hit their heads with sticks and their legs with guns. Don't fight too long, just get rid of them!"

There are still groups of zombies wandering the streets.

At this time, these infected people who had just turned into zombies were still very energetic and moved quickly. The group passed through the block almost in danger.

James and his two comrades played a significant role. The three professional soldiers used high-powered military-grade rifles, had excellent marksmanship, and accurate headshots, repeatedly resolving crises for others.

After jogging and fighting all the way, Old John and his party finally made it through the block blocked by cars and came to an open area.

“We need a car!”

"follow me!"

Old John led the way, wielding a fire axe. He was much better with an axe than a gun, and he could kill a zombie in a flash, looking nothing like a man in his sixties.

James praised from the side: "Brother, you are very good at using the axe."

Everyone was impressed by Old John's close combat ability. He killed zombies with an axe as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

[If you also struggle to survive for several years in the apocalypse, I guarantee that you will be able to master cold weapon close combat like me...]

Old John thought to himself, and waved his hand without explanation, signaling everyone to follow him closely.

The crowd fought their way to a yellow bus parked on the side of the road.

This is a bus. The passengers on the bus have disappeared, and only a few bodies are left on it.

Old John went up and shot the corpses in the head with his pistol without saying a word.

Seeing the puzzled looks from the others, he explained: "Remember to shoot at the heads of the bodies on the roadside. You can't be sure if they are real bodies."

After throwing the body out of the car, Old John sat in the driver's seat, took out the dagger from his waist, pried open the cover under the steering wheel, cut the wires, then stripped out the positive and negative poles and touched them a few times to start the bus.

Jenny was watching in disbelief and said in amazement, "John, I didn't know you were capable of this."

Old John laughed and said, "Baby, there are many things you don't know. I will tell you slowly later."

"Get in the car!"

Old John drove the bus recklessly, rudely knocking aside the zombies blocking the road, and headed straight for the county high school a few kilometers away.

Having a car is convenient. It only took them more than ten minutes to break through the blockade of a large number of zombies and arrived at the gate of the county high school.

After getting off the bus, Old John warned everyone: "After you go in, try to kill the zombies with close combat. Don't use guns if you can. First, we have limited bullets, and second, the sound of gunfire will attract zombies and make them gather towards us. We are not many in number, so it's best to act together. If the people in front get tired, we can take turns."

James nodded: "All up to you. Let's get moving, everyone, cheer up!"

Several men standing on the periphery changed to melee weapons and moved forward alternately. As soon as they entered the school gate, several zombies in student uniforms rushed towards them.

With a hint of mercy, everyone quickly dealt with them.

"Jennifer!"

"Elsa!"

"Roger!"

After entering the teaching building, zombies would suddenly rush out from corners or classrooms to attack everyone. The narrow space in the teaching building made it even more difficult for them to resist.

As they went deeper, everyone called out quietly, looking for their families.

But after searching the classroom where the children were, they found nothing and became increasingly anxious and worried.

"Could it be..."

Everyone couldn't help but have bad guesses and felt heavy-hearted.

At this time, Old John remembered that he had participated in a rescue operation in a school and knew that there were some places in the school suitable for shelter.

I quickly said to everyone, "They may have escaped from the classroom and hid when the disaster broke out. I know some places that are very suitable for hiding. Come with me!"

Old John took the lead and walked in front. The morale of the crowd was slightly lifted and they continued to search for the person.

The group arrived at the school cafeteria. Old John took the lead, wielding a blood-soaked axe to kill the zombies blocking the road.

After a long battle, Old John was a little out of breath. No matter how strong he was, he was still a sixty-year-old man after all.

"Brother, take a break. Let me lead the way."

James stepped forward and took the axe from his hand and said.

"Thank you for your help." Old John was not polite and retreated to the second line.

Everyone quickly dealt with the zombies in the cafeteria without firing any shots, only using melee weapons.

"Jennifer!"

"Elsa!"

Without the roar of the zombies, the surroundings became very quiet and no longer so creepy. The shouts of Old John and the others echoed in the empty cafeteria.

Suddenly Jenny noticed that someone had posted a piece of paper on the wall of the cafeteria. There was a line of words scribbled on the paper with a marker, and the handwriting looked quite familiar.

She immediately exclaimed, “John, come over here and take a look, this seems to be written by Jennifer!”

Old John and the others quickly gathered around to check. Old John took one look and nodded excitedly: "Yes, she wrote it."

One person read the words on the paper and couldn't help asking in confusion: "[Don't shout]? What does that mean?"

At this moment, strange roars were heard around everyone, like some wild beast roaring in a low voice with its throat vibrating.

Hearing the strange sound approaching rapidly, Old John's face suddenly changed.

Immediately warn loudly: "It's a zombie dog! Be careful——"

Before he could finish his words, several ferocious black shadows rushed out from the dark corner like lightning and knocked everyone down unexpectedly.