Chapter 424: Corrosion
Zhang Yi froze for a mont, staring out at the surreal sight. For an instant, he thought his eyes were deceiving him.
How could so many people be moving about in this unforgiving cold?
The sheer number of figures on the horizon surpassed even those seen during the Five-Army Battle.
But as he squinted for a clearer view, Zhang Yi realized this was no illusion. It was real—a vast horde, slowly advancing toward the Shelter.
Springing to his feet, Zhang Yi barked orders:
“Xiao Ai, alert everyone in the Shelter. Get them geared up and assembled in the living room!”
As he spoke, he stripped off his cozy loungewear and began suiting up in combat gear with practiced efficiency.
Within monts, the Shelter’s alarm blared. Everyone, though accustod to their comfortable routine, responded with urgency.
Dressing quickly, they hurried to the living room.
Yang Xinxin, wheeling herself closer to Zhang Yi, asked nervously, “What’s going on, Gege?”
Zhang Yi, now fully equipped and gripping his Golden Desert Eagle, pointed toward the window.
“See for yourself. Sothing’s coming.”
Wheeling over to the window, Yang Xinxin squinted at the distant horizon. Her face turned pale as she made out the countless silhouettes advancing in the distance.
“Why... why are there so many of them? Could this be an alliance of factions coming to attack us?”
As the others arrived, Uncle You approached Zhang Yi.
“What’s the situation? Are we under attack?”
Raising his binoculars, Zhang Yi took a closer look.
What he saw made his skin crawl.
The figures weren’t people.
They were corpses—a massive horde of zombies, slowly but inexorably shambling toward the Shelter.
Their bodies were grotesque, clad in tattered, frostbitten clothing. Blue-black patches of decay marred their skin, while so bore horrific open wounds that revealed frozen flesh underneath. The extre cold had preserved them from complete decomposition, leaving them trapped in a grotesque limbo.
“Zombies...” Zhang Yi muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief.
The others crowded around, peering through binoculars or the window.
Sure enough, the horde was unmistakably made up of the walking dead.
Liang Yue’s sharp eyes caught a chilling detail.
“Wait a second,” she said, pointing. “So of them are wearing West Hill Base uniforms.”
Zhang Yi followed her direction and confird it: many of the zombies wore the familiar green fatigues of West Hill soldiers.
“They must’ve co from the Fourth Life Pod,” Liang Yue deduced, her tone grim.
Zhang Yi set down the binoculars, a mix of shock and grim acceptance settling in.
“It’s bizarre. In this kind of weather, they should be frozen solid, not moving.”
Dr. Zhou Ke’er, who had remained calm despite the chaos, ventured an explanation.
“It could be so kind of virus that’s keeping their bodies animated,” she suggested.
Zhang Yi nodded. “That makes sense. In the end, they’re just infected corpses—creepy, sure, but manageable.”
He grabbed his rifle from his spatial inventory.
“Let’s go. It’s ti to take care of these restless dead. Rember, aim for the head!”
The group snapped out of their initial fear, reminded that these were just zombies.
Their confidence surged as they recalled their well-maintained arsenal and combat prowess. Zombies? They’d be nothing more than target practice.
Even Lu Keran, usually behind the scenes repairing equipnt, was excited to join in.
“Boss, give a gun! I wanna shoot so zombies too!” she pleaded.
Zhang Yi handed her a rifle with a sigh. “Stick close to . And watch your aim—no friendly fire.”
“Woohoo! This is gonna be aweso!” Lu Keran cheered, gearing up enthusiastically.
The group stepped outside, leaving Zhou Ke’er and the other non-combatants inside.
Inside the Shelter, chairs and snacks were brought out as the remaining residents prepared to watch the battle unfold from the safety of their fortress.
Out in the snow, the mood among Zhang Yi’s team was lighthearted.
Uncle You transford into his towering giant form, hefting a massive entrenching tool like a war hamr.
Zhang Yi called out, “Stick to guns for now, Uncle You!”
But Uncle You laughed. “No need to waste ammo on these guys!”
Liang Yue’s blade glead as she drew it, her eyes burning with battle lust.
The more cautious mbers—Zhang Yi, Fatty Xu, and Lu Keran—took up positions to begin shooting.
Zhang Yi fired the first shot.
With practiced precision, his bullet struck a zombie squarely in the head, dropping it instantly.
Inspired, Lu Keran turned to Fatty Xu. “Let’s see who can kill more!”
Fatty Xu smirked. “You’re on. But don’t cry when I win—I’ve had way more practice!”
Suddenly, sothing unexpected happened.
The zombie Zhang Yi had shot stood back up.
A gaping hole in its skull revealed the damage from the shot, yet no blood flowed, and it continued moving toward the Shelter.
“What the hell?” Zhang Yi muttered. “I hit it dead center. Why isn’t it down?”
Before he could process what was happening, the entire horde’s deanor shifted.
The previously slow and aimless zombies began to howl—a guttural, inhuman sound that echoed across the frozen plains.
“Awoo！！！”
The sound was chilling, like a pack of wild dogs feasting in a graveyard.
Then, as one, the horde broke into a sprint.
The thousands of zombies surged forward with terrifying speed, their eyes glowing a sinister crimson.
“What the—?!” Zhang Yi cursed, his grip tightening on his rifle.
Liang Yue and Uncle You, who had charged ahead to engage, were suddenly faced with a wave of frenzied undead barreling toward them like hunting hounds.
“Fall back!” Zhang Yi shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
But it was too late—the horde was upon them.
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