Bella's death

"Zombies!" Fear only arises when people truly face it. Bella looked at the surging zombies in front of her, and two words filled her mind: "It's over!" The zombies weren't fast, but they were numerous, like maggots swarming towards the scent of a pit, gradually closing in on Bella and the two middle-aged men.

"Jimmy, let's fight!" said Hank, a thin black middle-aged man.

"Let's do it," Jimmy replied, glancing angrily at Bella not far away, muttering, "I regret not having dealt with this female student."

With that, Jimmy and Hank quickly scanned their surroundings. When they spotted a residential building with an open door, they rushed in that direction. After a moment of hesitation, Bella also ran towards a residential building, couldn't match the speed of humans, so the group quickly made it inside the house. However, the number of zombies was high, and they were relentless, flowing like a black wave towards the house. More and more zombies emerged from the corner of Yanghe South Road.

Before long, screams echoed from within one of the residential buildings where the two men had entered. The same fate befell Bella's location as the zombies flooded in. With a terrified expression, Bella closed the door and exerted the strength of a grown man to block it, Moving beds, tables, closets -- anything blocked the door. But the zombies were powerful and came in groups.

The locked door was soon pushed open slightly. Bella panicked and paced around the room. She felt hopeless and, in desperation, glanced towards the window. It was about six to seven meters above the ground. If she jumped, she would undoubtedly be injured. Being a young girl, she immediately recoiled in fear.

But in the next moment, the door was pushed wide open, and a zombie squeezed through the gap, followed closely by others, pushing aside the furniture that blocked their way towards her. "Don't... don't come closer, I..." Bella retreated to the edge of the window, glancing at the ground below, which was six to seven meters high, constantly encouraging herself. Jumping offered a chance of survival. Not jumping meant being pinned down by rotten hands and bitten by the mouths of disgusting maggots.

"I... I'll do it!" With determination, Bella struggled to climb onto the window, gripping the edge with her hands and gradually testing her body outside until she hung vertically on the outer wall. Just as the zombies were about to grab her, she closed her eyes and let go.

The moment she landed, her heels were in excruciating pain. Lowering her head, she saw her ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. Her foot was broken! She forcibly held back her tears, took a deep breath, and dragged her leg, slowly standing up. She then limped towards another residential building. Regardless, she had finally escaped from those zombies.

But in the next second, the situation took a sudden turn. Bang! A zombie suddenly fell from the windowsill, hitting the ground with its head first, twisting its neck one hundred and eighty degrees. Due to the broken cervical vertebrae, it could only struggle frantically on the ground. Then came the second, the third, the fourth... These zombies had no fear of pain and no thoughts.

Bella stared blankly at the stack of zombies before her, recalling the attitude of the male student who had saved her yesterday. Everything became clear to her. A tear rolled down the corner of her eye, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face. Suddenly, she no longer wanted to run...

The night was long, especially when hearing the howls of zombies outside. Verna tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She wondered about the fate of the people outside. But reason told her that this was the apocalypse.

Before the apocalypse, she was a doctor, a guardian angel in a white coat, saving lives. After the apocalypse, she was just a fragile human, capable of fear, with a mortal body, and vulnerable to death. After contemplating for a while, she convinced herself and fell into a drowsy sleep...

On Silver Avenue, inside a Walmart Supermarket...

"Don't fucking fight over it! No one will get it if you keep fighting!" Security guard Damon shouted with all his might, but his voice soon disappeared in the crowd of over two hundred people.

Helplessly, he looked at the frantic customers in front of him. "They've gone mad, fucking mad!"

Cursing, Damon turned to his colleague beside him and said, "Go to the warehouse. It's no longer our concern whether these people live or die."

"It should have been done long ago. We're just security guards, and they wouldn't listen anyway." The security guards quickly left. While people were scrambling, no one noticed the zombies climbing up the escalator one by one...

In the early morning, Anthony wiped off the sweat and drank the purified pool water, while also opening his attribute panel.

"Host: Anthony

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Intelligence: 2 (1 for ordinary humans)

Strength: 6.1 (1 for ordinary humans)

Agility: 2.8 (1 for ordinary humans)

Spirit: 1.6 (1 for ordinary humans)

Overall combat power: 12.5

Energy points: 82.58"

The attribute enhancement brought by the gym and the purified pool water was random, sometimes boosting strength, sometimes agility. This time, agility didn't increase, but his strength rose to 6.1, indicating that he now possessed the strength of 610 pounds. However, he had already used 5.2 in just one day, so the consumption was quite significant. He needed more energy points. While Anthony was getting ready, a news report suddenly played on the monitor next to the bathroom mirror.

It is worth mentioning that although some base stations were damaged by the flood, some stations located in higher areas could still be used, albeit with weak signals. In the footage, an elderly man in military uniform held a microphone and said, "Hello, everyone. I am the Commander-in-Chief of the Da Zhou Chu Provincial Military Region. Currently, due to the spread of the zombie virus, Chu Province has been mostly overrun.

However, with the efforts of the military, we have recaptured a portion of the area and established the first human survivor base in the provincial capital. So, I urge all survivors to remain calm, gather any usable resources around you, and try to stay alive. Our military will dispatch personnel for rescue operations in each city district in ten days. Please hold on. The difficulties are temporary, and as long as we humans unite, we will eventually overcome this disaster..."

Next, the elderly man said a lot, mostly words of encouragement that would make others ecstatic if they heard them. It's a pity...

Anthony sighed. The military would indeed dispatch personnel to the surrounding areas, but by then, each city had already become independent, with each human survivor base resembling a small country. No one wanted the military to take away their people because they had tasted the sweetness of power. And then there were the mutants.

It seemed that other cities had experienced mutations earlier. Anthony pursed his lips, freshened up, prepared himself, briefly informed Verna, and left the house carrying a machete...

YangHe South road Alley No. 2. Anthony looked at the grim scene in front of him in silence. The stench of blood had started to putrefy. accompanied by a severed arm and a familiar JK skirt. Not far away, a pile of still wriggling zombies.

Clearly, something happened in this alley last night. Anthony paused for a second, Put his foot all over JK's dress. Everyone has their own destiny; some people are simply not meant to be born in the apocalypse, and death is a release for them.

At least that's what Anthony believed. Just because he didn't go out to save people didn't mean he was heartless. There is no rule that determines who should save whom. The grand ideals of heroes serving the people and the nation only exist in novels. Reality is always brutal. He was just an ordinary person who wanted to survive. Holding the machete, Anthony attracted the zombies in a more aggressive manner than before, forcefully striking the stainless steel guardrails of the roadside houses.

The metallic impact echoed through the Yanghe community. Zombies quickly appeared at the intersection, perhaps the horde from last night hadn't strayed too far. In just a minute, more than forty zombies had gathered.

"Kill!" Anthony growled lowly and darted out like an arrow. With his strength attribute of 6.1, he could control the trajectory of his swings with great precision. A head flew into the air. Anthony was like a wolf among sheep, decapitating one zombie with each strike, occasionally flinging away the zombies that grabbed his arm with his terrifying strength.

Ten minutes later, the ground was covered with zombie corpses. Anthony adjusted his breath by inhaling and exhaling, using the breathing technique from intermediate combat training at the gym to quickly recover his stamina.

Looking at the ground again, there were an estimated sixty-plus heads. Start taking out the crystals one by one, zip them up, and put them in a bag. He glanced at the street and knew that today he would clean up several alleys on YangHe South road.