If Henry Can Do It, So Can We

Twenty minutes later, near the main entrance square of the neighborhood, the woman was forced to climb up a tree branch about four to five meters high. Initially, she was hoisted up using a ladder, but the latter part involved forcing her to climb.

Terrified, the woman clung tightly to the branch, her legs trembling continuously.

"Please, let me down..."

"I'll do anything you ask in the future!"

"I don't want food or water anymore..."

"Please, just let me down, I don't want to die!"

The stout man glared at her impatiently, his voice low and stern:

"Keep your damn voice down!"

"If you want to live, do as I say!"

"Once we're hidden, start screaming your head off!"

"Attract all the zombies from the main entrance square over here!"

"Once we've killed the zombies, we'll naturally rescue you!"

The tall, thin man, hearing the stout man's plan, asked shakily:

"ha, will this really work?"

"More than twenty zombies, just the two of us..."

"What if something goes wrong..."

The stout man waved his hand confidently, saying:

"Don't worry, didn't we see it yesterday?"

"That woman was screaming on the canopy!"

"About seven or eight zombies gathered below!"

"That man with the fire axe didn't even struggle; he killed all those zombies easily!"

"Although there are a few more zombies this time, the two of us can cover each other!"

"It'll definitely be fine!"

After saying this, seeing that the tall, thin man was still uneasy, the stout man added:

"Actually, these zombies just look scary!"

"They really don't have much fighting power!"

"Think about it, that man was chopping off zombie heads with an axe!"

"It was so easy, it shows these zombies are really fragile!"

"We've just imagined the zombies to be too terrifying!"

"Don't worry, listen to me, it won't go wrong!"

Reassured by these words, the tall, thin man hesitantly nodded in agreement.

Indeed, the man with the axe yesterday did seem a bit too formidable!

He didn't look particularly muscular or robust—far from it!

Why was he able to kill zombies as if slicing through vegetables?!

It's not that the man was too strong, but that the zombies were too weak!

If that man could do it, we surely can too!

Following the stout man's plan, the two men hid behind a sedan near the main gate.

"Ah~ Help me!"

The woman let out a scream.

Her voice was particularly shrill, piercing through the air.

Just that one scream ,immediately attracted half of the zombies at the main gate!

"Heh heh..."

"Ow...ow~"

"Uh..."

The horde of zombies was drawn by the woman's screams!

All the zombies were activated instantly.

Groaning, they rushed over!

"Ah!~ Help me, I don't want to die!"

"Save me, save me~ please help me!"

The first time the woman screamed, she was just reluctantly fulfilling a task.

But now, she was genuinely terrified by the zombies.

Screaming for her life!

Her sharp soprano instantly shattered the silence of the residential area!

All the zombies at the main entrance square swarmed towards her.

In an instant, the tree where the woman was located was surrounded, impassable.

All of them looked up, reaching out with their pale, cold arms!

"It's time!" the stout man said with a slight smile.

He remembered how Henry had killed seven or eight zombies in a similar situation.

And the zombies had hardly any ability to fight back!

"Go!"

At the stout man's command, the two men, each wielding a kitchen knife, charged forward!

The stout man and the tall, thin man knew that noise would attract zombies, so neither dared make a sound.

They tiptoed to the back of the zombie group.

They raised their kitchen knives and chopped down at the back of the nearest zombie's head.

With a squelch, the kitchen knife sank into the zombie's brain.

One zombie collapsed to the ground!

Before the stout man could even feel a hint of joy, a sudden wave of fear struck him!

He realized that the kitchen knife was stuck in the zombie's head and couldn't be pulled out. As the zombie's body fell, the stout man, still holding the knife, staggered and nearly fell himself. Despite his efforts, the knife remained stuck.

"Damn it!" the stout man cursed under his breath.

Why was this different from what he had seen yesterday? He had put all his strength into that chop, and now his wrist was still aching from the effort. He had thought it would be like Henry, effortlessly slicing off a large chunk of the zombie's head. But this? Barely a few inches in, and now the knife was stuck!

Simultaneously, the tall, thin man swung his kitchen knife horizontally, aiming for the zombie's neck, expecting to decapitate it with one blow. To his dismay, the knife only went halfway through before getting stuck at the vertebrae.

And worse yet, the zombie wasn't dead; it slowly turned around!

"What do we do now... This isn't like yesterday at all!" The tall man's legs gave out from fear, and he collapsed to the ground. His knife was now embedded in the zombie's neck.

Both men were weaponless. Any random zombie could easily take their lives now.

"Run... run!" the stout man shouted, then broke into a sprint. His shout attracted even more zombies.

"Heh heh..."

"Ah...uh..."

Dozens of zombies abandoned the screaming woman in the tree and instead chased after the two men.

"Ah... save me, please..."

"Don't leave me behind!"

The tall, thin man scrambled up from the ground, howling as he dashed towards the direction of the stout man.

Being tall, he was quick on his feet.

Although the stout man had started running first, his shorter and stouter build didn't allow him to move fast, and he was soon caught up by the tall, thin man!

The zombies behind them were even faster, screeching and relentlessly pursuing them.

"Run faster, the zombies are coming!" the tall, thin man shouted anxiously.

He couldn't bear to escape alone and involuntarily slowed down a bit.

"...I'm sorry, I just can't run anymore!" the stout man panted as he ran.

Lack of exercise meant he was out of breath after just a few dozen meters.

"What are you talking about, keep going!"

"We're not far from the gate!"

"Don't give up now!"

The tall, thin man reached out to grab the stout man's arm, trying to pull him along.

Just as his hand touched the stout man's arm, the latter suddenly grabbed the tall man's arm in return.

In the brief moment of the tall man's confusion, the stout man fiercely kicked out, striking precisely at the tall man's ankle.

There was a sickening crack!

The stout man used all his strength for that kick, directly injuring the tall man's ankle.

"...You..."

The tall man, enduring the pain, looked at him with a face full of shock.

His eyes conveyed a mix of bewilderment and despair.