Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

……Atlanta.

This place has become a city of zombies. Although the military is clearing out infected people in every corner of the city, the results are minimal. Faced with the seemingly endless wave of infected people, the military's strength is being constantly suppressed.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm..."

An overweight African American man was being chased by a group of infected people. He was panting heavily as he desperately ran away, feeling as if his heart was about to explode.

He went out to find food because he was so hungry, but he was attacked by infected people as soon as he stepped out of the door. He was chased for several blocks, and as more and more infected people followed him, he ran into another street in a panic.

This used to be a bustling commercial street, but now the shops on both sides are closed and there is no sign of life.

Before he could reach the other side of the road, a group of infected people suddenly walked out from that side and blocked his way.

The African American man hurriedly looked back, and the infected person behind him also caught up to the intersection.

He was trapped in the middle of the street, unable to move forward or backward.

Two groups of infected individuals, acting like madmen, kept approaching the African American man.

He hurriedly backed away until his back was pressed against the shutter of a pizza shop, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

The African American man slumped to the ground, closed his eyes in despair, and awaited the end of his life.

Blah blah blah...

Just then, the roller shutter door that the African American man was leaning against suddenly shook and was pulled up to about half a person's height.

Before he could react, he fell backward due to inertia, and then an Asian man wearing a baseball cap came into view.

"Hey, big guy, come in here."

The Asian man shouted something to him, then peeked out and glanced at the infected people rushing towards him from both sides.

The African American man had just bumped his head and was somewhat slow to react.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, hurry, hurry, hurry..."

The Asian man was very anxious and kept urging him on.

He saw the infected people on both sides getting closer and closer.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters...

The African American man finally came to his senses, and the strength he had lost in despair returned to his body. He rolled over and scrambled into the store.

Blah blah blah...

Just as the overweight African American climbed into the roller shutter, the Asian man simultaneously pulled down and locked the shutter.

bang bang bang...

Outside, the sound of infected people constantly banging on and pounding on the roller shutter door could be heard, causing the entire door to vibrate incessantly. Fortunately, the sheet metal was still sturdy, so the pizza shop was safe for the time being.

The Asian man bent down to pick up the black hat that the African American man had dropped on the ground, and then closed and locked the glass door inside.

"...That was really close, you almost killed me."

The Asian man complained and threw his hat at him.

The obese African American man, who had just escaped death, sat on the ground panting heavily. He caught the black hat that was thrown to him and thanked the Asian man.

"Hmm... thank you, otherwise I would have been dead."

"No need to thank me, you're just lucky. If you hadn't happened to be right at my doorstep, I wouldn't have dared to rescue you."

Glenn, however, did not take credit, but instead said the following.

"My name is T-boy, what's yours?"

“Glenn”.

"Are you Chinese?"

"Everyone asks me that, I'm Korean."

Glenn rolled his eyes speechlessly upon hearing this; everyone he had just met had asked him the same question.

Seriously, is my great Republic of China so insignificant?

"Because Asians are too hard to distinguish, they all look the same."

T complained, then put the black hat back on his head and turned around to adjust the angle.

Glenn muttered to himself, "It's only because you African Americans all look the same, all dark-skinned..."

However, he didn't say what was on his mind.

"Anyway, I owe you my life, buddy."

T-boy said again.

Glenn simply nodded, not paying much attention to it, and instead focused his attention on the surveillance screen hanging on the wall of the cashier, observing the situation outside through the monitor.

T-boy also came over to take a look. In the surveillance footage, the entrance to the pizza shop was now crowded with infected people, at least dozens of them, which was chilling to watch.

It turns out that Glenn was able to escape with his life because he saw him through the surveillance cameras.

"Is this pizzeria yours?"

T looked around. The shop wasn't big, but it was fairly clean. He asked curiously.

"I'd like to, but I'm just a pizza delivery guy, I sleep at the pizza shop at night..."

The owner ran away, leaving me to watch the pizza shop before he left.

"Then what are you going to do? Just keep guarding this shop?"

Blah blah blah...

Just then, the roller shutter door was destroyed by the infected, collapsing more than half of it and revealing a large gap.

Then infected people kept squeezing in through the gap. Fortunately, there was a glass door inside, so the infected people didn't rush into the store immediately. However, that glass door didn't look very sturdy.

"Crab Special..."

Glenn was horrified when he saw this.

"Dude, what do we do now? The glass door isn't enough. Is there another way out?"

T-boy was terrified. He had just escaped death and was now facing another desperate situation. The emotional rollercoaster was incredibly exciting.

The glass door was already cracked from being squeezed by the infected people and was about to burst.

"There's a back door to the kitchen, let's go."

Glenn realized what was happening, and after saying that, he took the lead and ran.

T-boy took one last look at the doorway and then quickly followed Glenn to the kitchen.

Just as the two of them entered the kitchen, the glass door of the pizzeria was finally shattered by the infected crowd. Broken glass clattered to the ground, and infected people poured into the pizzeria one after another...

Glenn quickly closed the kitchen door, temporarily delaying the spread of the infected person.

"Oh no, oh no, the pizza place has fallen! Ketchum, what do we do...?"

T saw a large plate of sliced ​​turkey on the counter, which was probably for making pizza.

He walked over, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, not caring whether it was hot or cold, and began to wolf it down.

He hadn't eaten all day and was starving.

"Atlanta has fallen. If your boss were still alive, he would understand. Right now, survival is the most important thing."

While eating, T-boy didn't forget to comfort Glenn, but his mouth was too busy and his speech was a little unclear.

Glenn sighed, went to the back door, and carefully opened it a crack to quietly observe the situation outside.

Fortunately, there were no infected people outside. Glenn turned around and shouted to T-boy, "Hurry up, the kitchen door won't hold for much longer."

“…Here it comes.”

T-boy swallowed the turkey meat in his mouth with difficulty, and before leaving, he took a large handful of it, leaving more than half of the plate of turkey slices missing.

The two came out through the back door, which led to a dead end with only one exit.

"Oh, let's go."

Glenn took one last look at the pizzeria, then, without lingering, left with T.

Otherwise, if infected people are trapped in a dead end, even a miracle won't be able to save them.

But when the two arrived at the street corner, they saw that there were still infected people wandering the streets outside.

Glenn and T hid in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

"We can use those hiding places to leave, as long as we're careful not to attract their attention..."

Glenn watched for a while, then pointed to the cars and obstacles parked on the road and whispered to T-boy.

"...That's too risky."

T-boy disagreed, saying that if they made even the slightest sound or caused any accident, they would be surrounded by infected people.

Is it more dangerous than we are now?

Glenn looked at T-boy and asked.

"..."

T-boy was speechless, because Glenn was right; they could be trapped in this dead end at any moment.

"1, 2, 3, go..."

Glenn and T-boy crouched low as they ran out of the alley. Using cars and obstacles, they carefully concealed themselves and managed to pass through a distance without incident. They were about to leave the street.

bang bang bang...

Da da da.......

At that moment, a burst of gunfire came from afar, even mixed with the roar of tank cannons.

Boom... Boom...

Glenn and T-boy were both startled.

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