After successfully leaving the underground parking lot, the two met again.

　　"Oh! Jesus! Is New York already overrun by damn zombies?"

　　"Hey, relax, New York has a permanent population of nearly 500,000, and the zombies here are just the tip of the iceberg."

　　"Fuck! What should we do? Just rush over?"

　　Karl looked around, pointed to the end of the street ahead and said, "Look, that's Central Park over there. There shouldn't be many zombies there. Let's find a safe place to repair first, and then discuss the next plan, okay?"

　　"Okay, how should I cooperate with you? You drive and I shoot?"

　　Karl said in shock: "No! The sound of gunfire will attract the fucking zombies. We have to keep quiet, understand? Don't shoot unless it is absolutely necessary!"

　　"Besides, there are so many zombies here, can you kill them?"

　　Denzel scratched his head: "Then what should I do?"

　　"Sit tight, stay quiet, that's it!"

　　Denzel nodded and stopped talking. Although Karl was very young, for some reason, Denzel trusted him.

　　 Perhaps it’s because he can easily kill a zombie, or maybe it’s because he looks confident?

　　"OK! Let's go!"

　　Ignition, twist the accelerator, the scooter makes a whining sound, and the speed is getting faster and faster!

　　The sound of Vespa Sprint was not as loud as Harley-Davids, but the movement was enough to attract the attention of zombies. Soon a zombie discovered the two of them and roared to notify their companions that breakfast was coming.

　　The zombies on the street gradually moved closer to Karl and Denzel, especially the zombies with sound limbs that ran extremely fast.

　　"I know, trust me, we'll be fine!"

　　Karl's eyes were fixed on the zombies blocking the road, and he turned the accelerator to death, and the car rushed straight towards the two zombies in front of him.

　　"Oh my god! You knocked them away! This is impossible? You will kill us!"

　　"Shut up!!!"

　　The four zombies blocking the road opened their arms, let out terrifying roars, and charged towards the scooter without fear.

　　"hold me!"

　　"Fuck! I didn't hold my wife so tightly when I fucked her!!!"

　　The distance between the scooter and the zombies was getting closer and closer. Just when the front wheel was only one step away from the zombies, Karl suddenly tilted the body to the right, narrowly avoiding the zombies' attack.

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　　Denzel, who was sitting in the back, felt his center of gravity shift suddenly, and then he heard the sound of metal scraping against the ground. When he opened his eyes, the zombies were already eating exhaust behind them.

　　"Damn! You are so crazy!"

　　Karl grinned: "Sorry, this is just escaping!"

　　Denzel wiped away his sweat, turned to look at the tide of corpses behind him, and asked with lingering fear: "Little brother, will these bastards continue to chase me?"

　　"Based on what I know about them, it shouldn't happen. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have the chance to come to the underground parking lot."

　　"I hope so! Fuck, why aren't they the zombies in The Walking Dead?"

　　"Shut up, I need to focus, you know?"

　　Denzel shrugged: "OK! OK! You are the boss!"

　　The road ahead is very wide, and there are no groups blocking the sidewalk. In this way, even if there are zombies around who find them, they can only follow behind and eat the exhaust fumes.

　　"Hey! Help! Help me! I need help!"

　　Denzel turned around and saw a voice coming from the third floor of the office building next to him. It was a woman in uniform. Her voice was choked with sobs, as if she was glad that someone alive had finally come over.

　　"Look! Karl, there is a survivor over there! We have to save her!"

　　"No, we can't protect ourselves now. I don't want to risk my life by breaking into another building full of zombies. Besides, we've done enough."

　　After speaking, Karl pressed the horn to attract the attention of the surrounding zombies as much as possible.

　　"Nooooo! Where are you going? I really need help, please!!!"

　　The woman's tone was extremely desperate, but the only people who responded to her were the departing figures of Karl and Denzel.

　　After this episode, Denzel fell silent. It was not until the two arrived at the public bicycle management point next to the entrance of Central Park that Denzel spoke: "Karl, you are right."

　　Karl said while driving: "Denzel, the world has changed. We all need to adapt to this new world, but the premise is that we have to live."

　　Denzel sighed: "Yeah, yeah..."

　　The two continued deeper into Central Park, and Karl stopped only after they could no longer see the zombies chasing them.

　　"Let's take a rest! It's time to talk about what we should do next."

　　Denzel nodded, pointed to the 9 o'clock direction and said: "My home is right there, East Harlem, 106 ST. It's not far from here. I'm going to go home and check to see if my wife and children are still alive. "

　　"And you?"

　　Karl shook his head regretfully: "It seems we are on different roads. My home is near Columbia University."

　　Denzel spread his hands and shrugged: "Okay! By the way, where are you from?"

　　"Me? I'm a fitness instructor, natural fitness."

　　Hearing this, Denzel couldn't help but look at Karl again.

　　He is white, but his complexion is a healthy wheat color. He is about 186 centimeters tall, tall and straight, with a well-proportioned body shape, and his muscle lines outline a majestic outline, as perfect as a sculpture.

　　Okay, although he was a little different from the kind of fitness instructor whose arms were thicker than his thighs in his impression, compared to a fat middle-aged man like him, Karl had the figure he could only dream of.

　　"Denzel, do you have any impression of what happened last night?"

　　The reason why I ask this question is because Karl only has a vague impression of everything that happened last night: having sex with his girlfriend, his girlfriend went crazy and bit him, and he killed his girlfriend...

　　"Oh boy, you won't believe it. This all happened in just a moment..." Denzel seemed to have held it in for a long time, so he simply told Karl everything he knew.

　　"Listen, before 12 o'clock yesterday, everything was normal, everything! But, after 12 o'clock, everything changed."

　　"I clearly saw on the surveillance that my former colleagues turned into bloodthirsty monsters without warning, attacking all living creatures they saw, and then everything went into chaos."

　　Karl took a deep breath and looked directly into Denzel's bloodshot eyes: "Are you sure there is no warning?"

　　"Yes, there was no warning, it was like God pressed a switch, and then most people turned into zombies!"