Survivor stronghold outside the city.
Under the early morning sunlight, a convoy of up to thirty cars of various types, adding up to more than a hundred people, was ready to go.
For the stronghold, this wasn't a small convoy of looters.
On the streets and alleys of the stronghold, the same dead, numb survivors, in this early morning, the same as usual, almost indifferent to the outside world.
Only some of the survivors who were so hungry that they couldn't stand it, would scurry around early in the morning, attempting to find a bit of food that could satisfy their hunger.
However ......
In this post-apocalyptic world where food was extremely scarce, even if a grain of rice fell into the gutter, there would be people who would go and fish it up and stuff it into their stomachs to eat.
Inside the stronghold, it was almost like there was not an inch of grass, any bit of green that could be eaten into the stomach was wiped out.
At the convoy, there was a huge crowd.
More than half of the hundreds of people in the convoy were using claymores in their hands. The remaining half, on the other hand, were varied, using all kinds of cold weapons, like bows and crossbows which were again the most popular among the survivors.
In the end of the world, compared to Europe and the United States, the Chinese survivors are a bit more miserable.
The United States, a country that allows guns, every family, almost all will have one or two guns. The extreme ones even had heavy weapons like Gatling.
But in China, guns are banned, and the only ones who have loose ones are the troops and law enforcement agencies
With the arrival of the end times and the lack of guns, the situation was naturally not so optimistic.
"Need twenty fast running decoys, manage one full meal before we leave, and manage half a month's worth of food if we can come back alive."
In the convoy, a burly man shouted.
Among the originally numb survivors, there was a steep silence, and the eyes of one individual focused on this sturdy man's body. The empty eyes, instantly had emotion, and within them was a light called greed and madness.
Bait, can also be called cannon fodder.
It was a nine-death job, and the mortality rate could reach 50-70%. Out of ten people, only two or three would come back alive, and the rest would all become souls under the mouths of the zombies.
It is hard to imagine that a job with such a high mortality rate is only half a month's worth of food.
But ......
Almost at the fall of this man's voice, the survivors on the street, many people are two eyes put light, numbness in the eyes of more than a hint of colour.
Fast-moving survivors, is already to the front of the caravan, raised their hands and shouted wildly: "I participate, I participate."
In front of starving to death, or having a glimmer of a chance, the survivors naturally knew how to choose.
Sixty to seventy survivors surged to the front of the caravan, one by one raising their hands.
Minors, women, and even some older men were all raising their hands, hoping that they would be spotted.
The truly weak, five years after the end of the world, had long been eliminated by this one world.
This sturdy man was not polite, among the survivors, he ordered twenty "decoys", and then aimed his gun down: "Those who were selected to go to the caravan, and those who are not related to it, get lost."
As for whether the chosen ones could run fast and live in the end, it was not in the scope of this sturdy man's consideration at all.
After these twenty people had all boarded a dilapidated minibus, two women carried lunch boxes to the front of the minibus, handing one lunch box to the people inside.
Managing to fill them up before setting off was not that the people in this caravan were kind, but in order for them to run, they had to be fed and have the strength to do so.
One by one, the people who were chosen to be on it were all scrambling to be the first to take it over and just eat it.
Stale rice cooked rice, emitting a mouldy smell, but for these people, it is a supreme delicacy. This was rice, how many people could not eat it even if they wanted to.
Like starving people, they wolfed it down.
A young man leaning against the door of the car took a big bite, but his eyes were bobbing, his gaze drifting outwards.
He finished eating a box lunch in a few moments.
Outside the caravan of people, began to board the car, a clamour.
Steeply, this young man's eyes became crazy, violently threw the lunch box in his hand, the person from the door of the car scurried out, with a very fast speed towards the side of the alley drilling.
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He did not want to die, but he was hungry enough to suffer.
When this bait, must die, facing countless zombies, they are just ordinary people, it is impossible to escape to get.
Eat the meal, and then slip away, with quite a risky way, mix a meal.
This young man is extremely fast, like a cheetah.
Just ......
On top of a modified heavy truck of the convoy, a middle-aged man revealed a cold smile, he raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand, and almost without much aiming, it was a direct shot.
"Bang!"
In the crisp sound of the gun, the young man in the distance who had almost disappeared into the alley, but a stream of blood swirled around his head, and he went down head first, twitching for a few moments, and then he stopped moving.
"The eighth idiot who wants to use this kind of method to mix their meals, they think this meal is so delicious?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly and put away his rifle.
The impact of this scene, here, was almost negligible.
Regardless of whether it was the survivors on the alley, or those who stayed in the minibus and were still eating their boxed lunches, they cared nothing about the death of this one young man, and their numb eyes didn't even blink.
The death of this young man was just a small episode.
The convoy departed normally.
............
The outskirts of the city.
When the caravan reached this area, the number of zombies began to gradually increase, and it was no longer suitable to continue.
"Crossbows open the road."
With a command, only thirty or so people holding crossbows and arrows were seen breaking away from the convoy.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
An arrow feather shot out, not all arrows were able to hit the zombie's head, but four or five out of ten were able to do so. The crossbow with extremely strong penetrating power hardened the arrows so that nearly ten centimetres of the arrow didn't enter the zombie's head.
Some of them were stuck in the bodies of the zombies, shaking as the zombies ran.
After a few rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared out.
All of this, noiselessly, didn't even startle the zombies that were too far away.
The convoy of men came down and one by one, they stuck close to the edge of the street and waited on the intersection of the street.
The target was just ahead, it was just that the street ahead had a large number of zombies, so if they used guns, they were afraid that they would startle more zombies. And with crossbows and bows, it was not enough to deal with so many zombies.
The leader of the convoy, a big robust man, wore sunglasses, his eyes narrowed, and said, "Let the decoys work."
A member of the team nodded and began to give orders.
The broken minibus opened, and under the threat of guns, nineteen decoys got out of the minibus.
Each decoy, without fail, had a face that was pale from nervousness.
"Lure some of these zombies to the side streets, don't play any tricks or you'll be killed on the spot. Come back alive, you can not worry about starving for half a month."
A lean but agile man said, pointing his gun at the nineteen decoys.
The others in the caravan, with cold expressions, were already accustomed to all this.
In the post-apocalyptic world, the weak were the strong, and they were also the ones who had struggled through this kind of hard work and made it this far.
Nineteen survivors, hesitating, dawdling, they knew the risks involved.
The lean man, however, waved his hand.
Without hesitation, a member of the team next to him shot an arrow, directly at their feet.
"Next arrow, death." The lean hanyou spoke sternly.
"Ahhhhhh!"
A decoy, however, roared and rushed towards the zombie group in the distance.
With someone leading the way, the other decoys followed suit.
............
"Hoo, hoo ......"
With violent gasps, the survivors who were used as bait, madly squeezed their strength to run faster.
The bait, was the tool used to lure the zombies.
At this moment, they couldn't be called human beings, merely a bait.
Nineteen survivors, they ran separately in different directions, under their life breath, the zombies in this area, all of them were attracted to them, the dense zombies, fell into a frenzy, and began to chase these survivors recklessly.
At this moment, the survivors who acted as bait, could only run.
If the large street, the zombies began to chase, and in a few moments let this area become empty.
When the zombies in this section of the street were lured by the nineteen survivors, it soon became empty.
A man of only about one metre six stood up, he revealed a heckling smile, and without needing to be instructed, he was like a monkey, climbing up the buildings on the street. He reached the top floor of a twenty-storey building with his bare hands.
His superman-like sensitivity was the reason why he was able to become an indispensable member of the convoy.
In the convoy, many team members looked at the short Yan Yongchun, all with awe in their eyes, because they knew that the short Yan Yongchun belonged to the alienated humans, who were the strongest of the humans.
The virus hadn't killed Yan Yongchun, but had produced genetic alienation, thus making him not comparable to ordinary humans in terms of strength and speed, or even muscle strength.
This category of people was known as alienated humans, also known as new humans.
New Humans, at the top of the current range of humans, are the best of the best among humans.
"Head, there is no threat within the current range."
After observing with his binoculars, Yan Yongchun reported on his walkie-talkie.
He would assume the role of a sentry, observing the visual range to prevent being caught off guard if a powerful zombie appeared.
"Move in and take everything of value to me."
Receiving this one message, the robust captain Lin Sen gave an order, posting the crowd on the side of the street to run wildly, lunging towards the section of the street where there were no zombies. The shops on the street, or housing and so on, were their targets.
There was not only a lack of food in the stronghold, but also a lack of many daily necessities.
............
"Ah ......"
A miserable scream rang out from the other end of the street.
A decoy was caught up by a zombie dog and directly pounced on the ground. He struggled and stomped towards the zombie dog with his big feet, but he still couldn't stop the zombie dog's sharp teeth from biting on his small feet and ripping off a large piece of flesh.
This decoy knew he was finished, after being bitten, through the blood, 100% contagious.
But ......
This is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is still that he was injured.
The blood, stimulating the zombies, made them become even more crazy, the black group pressed over.
This bait eyes with despair, what he saw, is the other people continue to run wildly, not even a glance at him, at this time, there will not even be anyone who thinks to pull him a hand.
In his eyes, there was despair.
The figure of the zombie, constantly enlarged, and finally is dozens of zombies will be surrounded by him, pounced on his body, tearing his flesh and blood, tearing him to pieces.
The despair in his eye holes, for some reason, in the midst of the intense pain, there was instead a touch of relief.
On the side of the street, a dark shadow appeared, running wildly over the buildings of the street, and the walls it ran wildly over were invariably walls that shattered, pieces falling and smashing into the street below.
It was a licker, and it bounced and swept across the street, its long tongue reeling in a running bait survivor.
Sharp claws pierced through the chest of this one decoy survivor.
Blood splattered across the street.