"Lucas' reward for the infected dog is various cans of meat.

Unfortunately, the infected dog does not appreciate it; it probably finds the meat of worms more delicious.

There have been sporadic zombies appearing near the tin house, and Lucas feels that it is not safe here either.

It has been about two days since the apocalypse began.

In this dark world, time seems to lose its significance.

The sound of gunshots from the yard has finally stopped. Lucas is getting ready to go back and see if he can successfully get the bus out.

Looking at the infected dog guarding its disabled owner's bed, Lucas still has no intention of feeding fresh meat to the zombies.

Better to let it starve to death sooner.

It's also good to put an end to the infected dog's delusions.

Carrying the bug leg saw, Lucas walks towards the yard.

Less than three minutes after Lucas leaves, the infected dog glances in the direction he left, then turns back to look at the person on the bed. After a moment, it stands up and disappears into the darkness.

Captain Alexander of the 19th Army is currently standing in the yard, surrounded by gasoline drums.

"Captain, if those creatures charge at us again, do we really have to detonate the gasoline drums?"

A soldier looks nervously at Alexander, with the barrel of his submachine gun pointed at the iron gate outside the yard.

"The generals have already entered the fortress. We are their first line of defense."

"Tell our brothers that even if it means death, we cannot let these monsters step into the yard."

"Yes!"

The soldier answers loudly, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

"There are only 21 of us left..."

Just five minutes ago, this soldier personally shot and blew up the heads of four comrades who had fought and lived with him.

"We are soldiers!"

"As long as the generals are still alive, there will always be a turning point."

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Alexander notices the expressions of his soldiers and softens his tone.

They are all soldiers, tasked with fulfilling their duties. They have no right to judge whether sacrificing most of the soldiers to protect a few individuals is right or wrong.

The attacking zombies in the yard have been mostly eliminated, leaving only one worm outside the iron gate and a few severely injured zombies.

The zombies pose little threat in the face of overwhelming firepower, but the worms are different.

Ninety percent of the fallen soldiers are related to the worms.

Alexander also realizes that without high-explosive weapons, they can't truly harm the worms.

But they are just guards! Where can they find heavy weapons?

If the worms come charging again after resting, their only reliance now is these gasoline drums left behind by someone unknown.

To burn the jade and the stone, to perish together.

This is Alexander's final destination."

He didn't know that there was someone lying not far from the yard, observing the situation.

"A worm and over ten nearly decomposed zombies."

"At this moment, it shouldn't be a problem to drive away in the bus."

Muttering to himself, Lucas glanced at his wristwatch, preparing to start the bus.

"Huh, the worm is moving?"

Boom!

After a few gunshots, a massive explosion suddenly shook the yard, making the ground tremble!

The worms that had just entered the yard and some things that looked like human limbs were instantly blasted into the air!

In front of Lucas, flames shot up, blinding his eyes.

"Wow!"

"That's terrifying!"

Regaining his senses from the intense explosion, Lucas commented, quickly used his watch to locate and commanded the bus to move to a farther location from the yard, then hurriedly ran towards that place.

In the yard, soldiers forcefully pushed Alexander into a corner.

His back was on fire, and one of his hands had turned into a claw-like shape.

"Captain, you will live well in our stead!"

After uttering his final words, the young soldier, only twenty years old, couldn't hold on any longer. His body collapsed on the ground, instantly curling up into a ball of fire.

"No!"

Alexander tried to get up, but a tremendous pain shot through his body. One of his legs was missing, and both hands were severed, making it impossible for him to stand.

Just two or three minutes ago, there were twenty-one guards in the yard, and now he was the only one left alive.

More than half of the yard's walls had collapsed, and the yard had turned into a raging fire, obscuring everything.

"My mission is complete..."

"Complete..."

"Why is the bus moving?"

Alexander looked at the burning fireballs around him, spat out blood, and kept repeating the same words. Suddenly, he saw the bus outside the yard driving away on its own.

His heart skipped a beat, his vision went black, and he fainted.

When Alexander woke up, he found himself lying about ten meters away from the yard.

Looking at the yard again, the fire had diminished significantly.

"Who saved me?"

Alexander struggled to recall the scene before he passed out.

"That's right, surely it was the person who drove away the bus."

"So, there were always people on the bus."

Alexander suddenly understood where the gasoline and supplies in the underground warehouse came from.

However, he was severely injured now. Although he didn't burn to death, without medical treatment, he probably wouldn't survive.

Alexander fell into despair, never considering that someone would come to his rescue at this moment.

Looking towards a place in the yard that led directly underground, something in Alexander's heart changed...

The person who saved Alexander was, of course, Lucas.

Actually, Lucas didn't save him; he just saw him and took a few steps to pull him out of the yard.

As for whether Alexander could survive, Lucas never even thought about it. It wasn't a question he would ponder.

The location where Lucas had positioned the bus was over a hundred meters away from the yard, precisely the opposite direction from the tin house.

Due to the presence of worms and zombies, he had chosen the opposite direction when setting the position.

Now that the worms were probably gone, Lucas quickly boarded the bus and drove towards the iron gate of the yard.

When Lucas silently arrived outside the iron gate of the yard with the bus.

Lucas parked the bus, grabbed the bug leg saw, and swiftly attacked the worm that hadn't completely breathed its last.

He took out the worm core and sold the shell to the system.

A few minutes later, the bus arrived not far from the tin house.

Lucas didn't rush to check the items given by the system. Instead, he quickly ran to the tin house and rode the motorcycle onto the bus.

As for the supplies left here, the bus couldn't accommodate them for now. That could be dealt with later.

From the yard to the tin house area, Lucas considered it an extremely unsafe place.

It was estimated that it would soon be occupied by worms and infected individuals.

The second wave of mushrooms that had grown nearby was also releasing spores like crazy.

They had to leave immediately.

Lucas specifically went to check the home of the infected dog's owner but didn't find the infected dog. He felt inexplicably disappointed.

After calling out a few times without a response, Lucas could only plan to drive the car towards the outskirts of the city.

Lucas knew there was a large mountain outside the city, which should be relatively safer.