Liven opened the door to find a passageway leading to a small garden behind the church.

Now, that passageway was densely packed with zombies.

These zombies were intact, with no signs of having been bitten.

This meant that these zombies were among the first to appear after the apocalypse began, not humans who had been infected after being bitten.

Therefore, Liven knew he must have guessed correctly; these zombies, along with the crawler from earlier, were surely guarding the Death Train platform. This passage must lead to the Death Train platform.

Instinctively, Liven reached for his waist, only to curse under his breath—his recurve bow had fallen to the ground during the fight with the crawler.

Liven immediately stepped back. To deal with this horde of zombies, using a bow would still be necessary.

Of course, it wasn't that close combat couldn't kill zombies, but based on his experience from his previous life, Liven knew some tricks for dealing with them.

The most important rule: if you can fight from a distance, never get close. This was the only way to prevent accidental infection from a zombie's bite.

But just as Liven was retreating...

Clang!

A crisp sound suddenly rang out. Liven looked down to see that his heel had kicked a bronze-colored doorbell.

"Damn it!"

Liven couldn't help but swear. The church was a retro-style building with wooden doors that had bells hanging on them. When the door was pushed open, the bells would jingle. The one he had kicked must have fallen off the door.

At the same time, as Liven made noise, the zombies immediately turned their heads, opened their mouths to roar, and began shambling toward him.

Liven no longer cared about concealing his presence and immediately turned to run.

After running five or six meters, Liven suddenly dropped to his knees, sliding forward. As he slid, he grabbed the recurve bow from the ground, nocked an arrow, and turned to shoot backward.

Thud, thud...

The arrows cut through the air, drawing beautiful arcs before piercing the heads of two zombies, sending blood spraying.

Killing two zombies was just the beginning. Liven quickly got up, moving while continuously drawing and firing arrows.

"You have killed a zombie. Total count: 15."

"You have killed a zombie. Total count: 16."

...

Zombies fell one after another in front of Liven, but beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

He had already killed about ten zombies, but the horde of undead seemed barely diminished. The passageway was still densely packed with zombies, far more than Liven had anticipated.

Reaching for his quiver again, Liven's heart sank.

He was out of arrows!

Liven quickly dashed to the side. The crawler's body still had several arrows stuck in it.

As he ran past the crawler, Liven pulled out an arrow and quickly nocked it, firing from two or three meters away to blow the head off the nearest zombie.

But it was too late.

The delay had allowed the zombies to close the distance. After killing two or three more, Liven knew that if this continued, he would be surrounded and killed, let alone make it to the Death Train.

"Time to go all out!"

Liven roared, suddenly grabbing a long bench from the side and lifting it high above his chest before charging forward.

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Bang, bang, bang...

Liven pushed the bench forward, using it to shove aside the zombies blocking his path.

However, the bench was quite heavy. After pushing aside several zombies, Liven began to feel the strain. With a final burst of strength, he hurled the bench forward.

The bench smashed into a group of zombies, knocking them to the ground. Liven leaped onto the bench, using it as a springboard to jump forward.

"Get out of my way!"

Liven roared, veins bulging on his neck like a wild beast as he charged forward.

Bang!

Liven lowered his shoulder and slammed into another zombie, then raised his left arm sharply.

Crack, crack...

A zombie lowered its head and bit down on Liven's arm, but its teeth were blocked by the metal plate wrapped around his wrist. The sound of gnashing teeth echoed as the zombie tried in vain to bite through.

Bang!

Without hesitation, Liven punched the zombie in the face, then shoved it aside. Scrambling to his feet, he rushed into the passageway behind the door.

"Damn it!"

As Liven entered the passage, he couldn't help but curse. The entrance was already packed with zombies, but the passageway itself was also filled with them.

Without a second thought, a fierce glint flashed in Liven's eyes, and he charged forward.

He was going all in!

In the collapsed civilization of the apocalypse, those who dared to risk their lives were the ones who survived. Those who feared death had long since turned into zombies.

To survive, one needed the courage to charge forward without hesitation!

Roar!

Liven roared like a wild beast, charging into the horde of zombies, swinging his arms forcefully to either side.

Bang, bang!

Liven's arms struck the heads of zombies on either side, knocking them to the ground. Without slowing, he continued to charge forward.

Liven had prepared thoroughly. His stab-proof vest was reinforced with steel plates, and he had wrapped his wrists and calves with metal sheets.

However, this didn't mean he was completely safe. There were still many unprotected areas.

After all, Liven couldn't wrap himself up like a tin-can mummy. If he covered his joints, he wouldn't even be able to walk, not to mention the added weight.

The only thing Liven could do was try to avoid exposing the unprotected areas.

In the next moment, after taking down two zombies, Liven pushed off the ground with his toes, arching his body before lunging forward like a hunting leopard. He lowered his shoulder and sent another zombie flying.

But when Liven looked up, there were still over a dozen zombies ahead.

Bashing through them one by one wasn't feasible. Even if Liven could knock them down, he didn't have the stamina for it. However, at that moment, Liven's eyes caught something on the ceiling, and they lit up.

Liven immediately dashed forward, kicking a zombie in the chest and using the momentum to leap up. He planted a foot on the wall and pushed off again, reaching up to grab a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

As Liven's body swung, the chandelier swayed back and forth.

"I'm not dying here!"

Liven roared, and as the chandelier swung forward, he suddenly let go, his body flying over the heads of the zombies before crashing to the ground with a thud.