Chapter 2: The Surging Tide of Corpses
Nothing can stand in the way of your yearning for freedom,
A life unrestrained and boundless,
Your heart unburdened,
Traversing through darkened years,
Though at times feeling lost and hesitant...
At that moment, a magnetic ringtone suddenly sounded from Qin Zhong’s chest pocket—a stirring, impassioned melody that seemed to blow a clarion call, instantly drawing the attention of the nearby zombies.
“Damn it!”
Qin Zhong was momentarily stunned, then involuntarily cursed under his breath. He finally grasped Yang Xin’s malicious intent. This phone, stuffed into his pocket, was evidently set on a timer. When the time was up, it was Qin Zhong’s death warrant.
Zombies were extremely sensitive to sound. On this desolate street, the ringtone’s reach was remarkably potent, penetrating every corner around him.
Moreover, with his hands bound, Qin Zhong couldn’t reach the phone in his pocket, let alone silence that blasted ringtone. The incessant ringing was like a summons from the reaper, enough to attract every nearby zombie.
His heartbeat quickened at that instant, gripped by an unprecedented sense of peril. If he didn’t act swiftly, he would soon be overwhelmed by the horde.
Gripping the shard of glass tightly, Qin Zhong rubbed it rapidly against the ropes binding his hands. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his eyes darted around, searching for any solution, all the while cursing Yang Xin and Wu Qian in his heart.
The rapid footsteps approached in a relentless rhythm. Qin Zhong’s eyes widened in shock as the reflection in his startled gaze revealed a swarm of zombies, clearly drawn by the ringing.
Running at breakneck speed, many zombies tumbled and rolled like the surging tides of the Qiantang River, crashing violently forward. In mere moments, the wave closed to less than ten meters from Qin Zhong.
Stunned but without time to hesitate, Qin Zhong rolled on the ground, somersaulted upright, planted his feet wide, and fled. Yet after only a dozen steps, he abruptly stopped, his face etched with disbelief.
Ahead at the street corner, yet another chaotic horde of zombies surged forward.
“Damn! It’s wolves in front and tigers behind!”
His heart pounding like a drum, Qin Zhong’s bound hands still clutched the glass, gnawing at the ropes. His palm was already cut and bleeding, crimson rivulets dripping down.
* * *
Snap!
At that moment, a sharp crack rang out as the last thread of rope snapped under Qin Zhong’s desperate effort.
Without wasting a second, he lunged forward, rolled under a nearby van, and swiftly retrieved his phone. With the fastest speed of his life, he powered it off.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just as Qin Zhong slipped beneath the van, the zombie hordes on either side, unable to stop, crashed into each other violently. A cacophony of snarls and roars filled the air.
For a fleeting moment, Qin Zhong felt as if he’d been thrust back to the very day the catastrophe began, as if plunged into the depths of hell itself.
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