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At the abandoned intersection, the six of them leaned against a car door, reloading their magazines. The freezing wind made them shiver.
“How much farther?” Old He asked.
Wang Zhi checked the map. “About… 15 kilometers to Z Hospital.”
“How much? 15 kilometers?! Are you sure?” Fatty panicked, leaning over to double-check the map.
Wang Zhi fell into deep thought.
“15 kilometers is quite a distance, and that’s just a straight-line measurement,” Zhang Hai commented.
“What if we take the subway tunnels?” Wang Zhi suggested suddenly.
“The subway? Why?” Old He asked.
“Look, the next intersection leads to a subway entrance. The next station exits near Z Hospital. We only need to walk one stop through the tunnels.” Wang Zhi pointed at the map.
“No way! The subways are packed with zombies—it’s too risky!” Su Muxing objected.
“It’s still safer than traveling above ground. We’ve barely covered a street and already used nearly 300 bullets. We can’t afford a battle at every intersection.”
“Let’s try the subway. If it’s too dangerous, we can retreat,” Old He agreed.
Seeing the group in agreement, Su Muxing reluctantly nodded.
Moving cautiously along the walls, they relied on melee weapons to dispatch zombies quietly.
This time, they managed to reach the subway entrance without attracting too much attention.
The entrance below was pitch black. The six activated their night vision.
A nauseating stench of blood filled the air. Dried brown stains covered the walls and floors. The station’s facilities were in ruins, evidence of a violent struggle in the past.
Wang Zhi carefully descended the stairs.
The moment he laid eyes on the main concourse, his scalp tingled.
At the base of the stairs, an overwhelming horde of zombies crowded together, their low growls echoing through the darkness.
Wang Zhi immediately halted.
He retrieved a high-explosive grenade and signaled the others.
They all prepared their own grenades.
Pulling the pin, Wang Zhi hurled his grenade downward.
A moment later—
Boom!
A miniature mushroom cloud lit up the darkness, shredding the zombies caught in the blast.
But the gap was quickly filled by more undead.
“Fire!” Wang Zhi commanded.
Their elevated position provided an advantage—until it didn’t.
“We have zombies coming from above too!” Zhang Hai warned over the radio.
Wang Zhi glanced back. Sure enough, zombies were pouring in from the station entrance.
They were surrounded.
He had to choose—break through one side, or be overrun.
“Grenades! We push forward!”
They tossed their remaining grenades into the mass below.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the dust settled, Wang Zhi charged downward.
No time to reload—he wielded his twin daggers, slicing through zombies.
Their goal was the security checkpoint, which could serve as a temporary barricade.
Su Muxing dashed ahead, her movements ghostly, leaving only falling zombies in her wake.
Fatty’s submachine gun rattled non-stop, forcing Wang Zhi to watch his back—he feared friendly fire as much as the zombies.
They reached the checkpoint.
Beyond it, only a few zombies roamed.
With a final burst of gunfire, they thinned out the horde behind them.
Before advancing further, they hurriedly reloaded—preparing for the next battle.