Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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As the car was about to leave the block, they encountered Mrs. Tom wandering the streets.

Hearing the approaching car, it turned and roared at it, its gray, murky pupils and ferocious expression a far cry from its former graceful appearance.

"OMG..."

Lori couldn't help but gasp when she saw Mrs. Tom's miserable state.

She quickly pulled little Karl into her arms to prevent him from seeing what was happening.

Because Mrs. Tom's current state is just too miserable.

Its body was covered in wounds and barely clothed, with a very obvious bruise around its neck.

Both hands were clearly broken, hanging limply and swaying with every movement.

His legs and feet also seemed to be injured; he walked with a limp, and blood flowed from his genitals down his thighs...

Sean's car didn't stop and quickly left it far behind.

Sitting in the car, Lori's feelings were incredibly complex—a mix of sadness, lingering fear, and relief...

"She's not human anymore; these monsters are everywhere outside..."

Sean suddenly said.

"...Where are we going?"

Upon hearing that such monsters roamed the outside world, Lori forgot her sadness for Mrs. Tom and quickly asked...

"The national broadcast says the military has set up a refugee resettlement center in Atlanta, with food and lodging. Let's go check it out..."

Sean explained his plans while turning on the car radio and tuning the channels.

"Didn't you say that soldiers were massacring civilians in hospitals?"

"Yes, but we have to go there and try. It's the state capital, so things might be better there."

"Sean said."

Lori fell silent upon hearing this. In truth, she didn't have any good ideas either, so naturally she would go wherever Sean wanted.

After driving for a while, a pickup truck that had overturned blocked the middle of the road.

Sean immediately recognized it as the car that had left Rick's house earlier.

He turned the steering wheel, then turned it back, and the car drove around the pickup truck and continued on its way.

An infected person, whose lower body was crushed by an overturned car, roared and waved its only remaining arm at the car that Sean and his group were driving away...

...on the road.

A blue sedan had broken down on the side of the road, with two blonde beauties sitting inside.

They were Andrea and Amy, heading towards Florida.

"...Crab!"

Andrea slammed her fist on the steering wheel in frustration. More than half an hour had passed, and she couldn't get through to either 911 or roadside assistance.

Used cars often have many problems, which may not be noticed in normal times, but can be particularly fatal when they break down at crucial moments.

"What do we do now, Andrea?"

A younger, blonde woman named Amy asked from the passenger seat; she was a little scared.

She was just visiting her sister in Atlanta for a few days during her vacation, and Andrea happened to pick her up from the train station that morning.

Before the two even returned to the city, Atlanta descended into chaos, filled with man-eating monsters and people fleeing in panic.

They managed to escape only because they lived near the suburbs.

After discussing it, the two sisters decided to drive back to their hometown in Florida. At times like these, the first thing people want to do is go back to their families.

To their surprise, their car broke down after only half a day's drive.

Andrea tried calling 911 and roadside assistance again, but still couldn't get through and kept getting a busy signal, so she finally had to give up.

Hearing Amy's question, she could only helplessly reply:

"I don't know, maybe if we're lucky, we can hitch a ride..."

"Andrea, I'm a little worried about Dad and the others..."

"...Let's worry about ourselves first. Damn it, I should have stayed in Atlanta..."

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After waiting for almost another hour, just when the two were almost in despair and considering whether to abandon the car and leave.

I saw a car driving by in the distance.

“There’s a car, Andrea.”

Amy saw it first, excitedly patted her sister's arm, and pointed in the direction of the car.

"Looks like we're in luck."

Andrea cheered up; now that they had a car, they wouldn't have to walk anymore.

The two quickly got out of the car. Amy waved her arms at the oncoming car, while Andrea gave a thumbs-up, making a hitchhiking gesture.

As the vehicle drew closer, it became clear that it was a truck with a cool-looking motorcycle strapped to the back.

However, their smiles quickly froze on their faces, and they stopped waving for a taxi.

Because the two people in the pickup truck didn't look like good people at all.

"Hey girl, is there something wrong with your car? We'll give you a ride."

Mole Dixon poked his head out of the pickup truck, tapped the door with his hand out the window, and whistled flippantly.

His eyes were intensely aggressive as he kept scanning the two sisters back and forth.

Amy was a little scared by the stare and shrank back behind her sister.

"Thank you, but let's wait a little longer."

Andrea tried to remain calm, straightening her body to stand in front of her sister.

They dared not get on the car now, because the two people in it had a bandit-like aura that made people want to stay away from them.

"Ha ha……"

Moore noticed their apprehension, chuckled, and then started the pickup truck up again.

Seeing this, Andrea and Amy were surprised that they stopped bothering them, and they both secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts immediately jumped again.

Because the pickup truck didn't drive far; instead, it drove to the other side of the road and stopped not far from them.

Seeing this, Andrea and Amy quickly ran back to their car, closed the doors tightly, and nervously watched the pickup truck across the street.

Andrea pulled a pistol from the center console, gripped it tightly with both hands, and used the steering wheel as a shield, ready to deal with any potential dangers.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to get the better of me?"

In the pickup truck, Daryl was a little annoyed when he saw his brother park the car on the side of the road and not move.

The wary and suspicious looks the two sisters gave him earlier made him very uncomfortable. He had seen too many of those prejudiced looks before, and he knew what they were thinking.

"Hehe, such amazing sisters are rare. It would be great to actually stick together with them."

And we're the only ones who might save their lives; this time, we brothers are really lucky."

Mo'er chuckled slyly.

It's not unreasonable to ask for a small reward for saving someone's life, is it? Not at all.

He really didn't want to give up this rare opportunity; he might even have a romantic encounter. If Daryl didn't want it, he wouldn't mind enjoying it with her.

"Don't even think about doing anything reckless."

Daryl warned that he was a man of principle and would not allow his brother to act recklessly.

"Of course, I'm a gentleman, so the lady has to take the initiative."

His younger brother originally had his own principles, which sometimes gave him a lot of headaches.

After saying that, Moore opened the car door and got out, walking towards Andrea's car, intending to give them a nudge and reach an agreement as soon as possible.

He first walked around the little blue car, patting it here and knocking on it there, and then stopped in front of the car.

He gently patted the hood of the car, shook his head in a mock-sounding manner (though he knew absolutely nothing about car repairs), and said to the two sisters inside, who were visibly nervous:

“Girls, if you just wait like this, you might have to wait a long time. I’ve driven all this way, dozens of kilometers, and I haven’t seen any other cars except for man-eating monsters.”

"Once night falls, those man-eating monsters could catch up at any moment, and you'll be in danger. If you miss this train, you won't have a chance to escape..."

Moore spoke in a way that was both true and false, both threatening and tempting.

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