Doomsday Officers Operation Team-Chapter 39 Under the Car

These zombies are migrating.

It may not be accurate to say that they are migrating, but they are indeed moving. We have seen many tragedies caused by them on the highway, but not many zombies, which means that they are moving, or looking for food. Now they have come to the foot of Suwan, and Suwan is their food.

Even if she realized this, it was meaningless. Facing the dilemma of being surrounded by zombies, Suwan was completely panicked. Facing these irresistible zombies, she bit her lips and almost cried. When people are helpless, they can only cry, no matter if they are men or women.

Although Suwan is a student of Belster, isn't she afraid of these zombies? She is also afraid, and she is scared to death. Suwan has seen how ugly it is to die when surrounded by zombies. She has seen it in the academy. The bullets in the gun are not enough for her to protect herself, but she is definitely enough to commit suicide.

But Suwan doesn't want to die, who would want to die? But just as she said, no one can live forever, the dark changes are out of control, more and more people are turning into zombies, this is the disaster of mankind.

The car was shaking more and more violently. A zombie grabbed Suwan's ankle and dragged her out of the car. Suwan screamed and fell on the roof of the car. Facing those dry and black hands reaching out to her, she had nowhere to hide. Suwan gasped in fear and quickly grabbed the gun and shot at the nearest zombies. The zombie who was shot in the head didn't even have a chance to fall down, and was squeezed against the car by the zombies that squeezed in from behind.

Once Suwan fell, she would have no time to get up. The zombies around her kept reaching out to her and touching her clothes and pants. Suwan swung the gun in her hand desperately like crazy, but her dodge seemed too weak. She was still grabbed by the ankle by the zombies. Suwan almost cried. She endured the soreness in her eyes and did not let herself shed tears at this time. She kicked the zombies hard, but it was no use. There were too many zombies. Suwan was surrounded. When she kicked the zombie that grabbed her ankle, her other foot was grabbed by another zombie.

Suwan could imagine how she would be eaten by these zombies, their hands would tear her body apart from different directions, their rotten faces would gnaw on her flesh and blood to eat her, perhaps not even a bone would be left.

She didn't want to die like that, absolutely not.

There are still bullets in her gun.

But she didn't want to die...

At least don't die here.

If she died here, who would send her back to her hometown? How would she be buried in peace?

Suwan cried out in despair and swung the gun in her hand towards the zombie that grabbed her ankle. She burst into power at this moment and swung the gun at the zombie's neck, breaking its cervical vertebrae and tilting its head. But even though Suwan tried hard to stay alive, she was dragged off the roof of the car by the zombies the next second.

No!

No no no!!

She absolutely did not want to die here.

Absolutely not.

Suwan didn't know when she started crying. It was the fear of death. She didn't even notice that her face was cold. Or maybe it was because of the excessive fear that her body had lost its temperature.

Suwan struggled with all her strength and finally broke free from the zombies' dry hands waving at her and fell to the ground. The foul smell hit her in the face, making Suwan's stomach immediately uncomfortable. Suwan knew very well the consequences of falling into a group of zombies. She quickly raised her gun to block the hands of two zombies that pounced on her, and then kicked away the zombie closest to her, but she still had no chance to stand up. Suwan had no choice but to roll under the car and then hide nervously under the car.

Suwan waited quietly. The car was surrounded by the feet of zombies, rubbing against her, just a few centimeters away. The sounds of their footsteps, growls, the friction of bones, and the pounding of the car filled Suwan's ears, exerting pressure on Suwan constantly.

Follow current novℯls on ƒгeewёbnovel.com.

Suwan lay on the ground, one hand under her body holding the gun, her finger on the trigger, the muzzle of the gun pressed against her chin.

There was one last bullet in there. Once the trigger was pulled, this bullet would penetrate her chin and pierce her brain, eliminating the possibility of her becoming a zombie after death.

Suwan covered her mouth with her other hand to suppress her crying.

She didn't know when she started crying. Tears and sweat from her face flowed down to the ground, but she dared not make a sound.

When she had to face death, Suwan would rather commit suicide. She didn't want to be eaten by zombies, as that was too painful a death. She also didn't want to become a wandering ghost. Chinese people value being buried in peace the most. It doesn't matter if there is no place to be buried, as it is better than being a zombie that keeps walking even after death.

Suwan held his breath and waited, almost waiting for his own death.

At times like this, Suwan suddenly remembered the colorful dream he had just had, although it was a little out of place.

In that dream, Suwan also dreamed of Zoe.

This was actually a bit strange because Suwan felt that he wasn't that familiar with Zoe yet.

Just like in the informal suicide note, Suwan almost wrote Zoe's name unconsciously.

Suwan had never liked anyone before, but she regretted it now. She regretted rejecting Zoe. She should have agreed to Zoe and then had a relationship to know what it felt like to be in love.

But what's the point of thinking about this now? There's no point at all. Zoe's name went around in Suwan's mind, and then Suwan began to regret not writing a new suicide note, and began to wonder why she came to Belster? If she hadn't come, all this would have nothing to do with her. She didn't need to save any survivors, she could just save herself. Her mind was so messed up that she didn't know what she was thinking, but her mind was in a mess. She was still motionless under the car, not making a sound, but her eyes were wide open, paying attention to the movements around her. Her face was pale, she was crying silently and sweating, and she looked so miserable.

Time seemed to slow down. Suwan lay under the car and could only see the legs and shoes of the zombies squeezed together and surrounding the car. Suwan stared at the movement of the zombies' feet for an unknown period of time. Her eyes were sore. Then suddenly a zombie lay on the ground, facing Suwan, almost staring at Suwan face to face.

Suwan was so frightened that his hand almost shook as he pulled the trigger of the gun. Then he found out that the zombie had been shot in the middle of the eyebrows. It was the zombie he had just shot. Suwan breathed a sigh of relief.

This zombie had just been shot in the center of the forehead by Suwan, but he had been pushed forward by other zombies and had not fallen to the ground. Now he fell to the ground because the zombie group began to move.

These zombies had stiff joints and could not bend over. Suwan hid under the car and left their sight. These zombies were only violent and had no intelligence at all. A group of zombies surrounded the car from all sides, but could not push it over and could only make it shake. Suwan hid under the car. These zombies could not find her and forgot about her and continued to walk forward. Suwan nervously watched the feet moving around the car. She didn't know how long it took before it became quiet. The footsteps and the roars of the zombies could no longer be heard. Suwan crawled out from under the car. She was too nervous just now and didn't feel it, but now that she relaxed, Suwan's hands and feet were out of control. She wanted to stand up, but she fell to the ground as soon as she bent over. She had no strength in her legs. She could only try to crawl forward twice, then used all her strength to prop up her upper body and sat on the ground against the car, wiping her face in despair.

The sky has brightened and the streets have become quiet again. There is still a foul smell in the air. There are several zombie corpses lying next to the car. If they were not still there, the previous horrific scene would have seemed more like a hallucination caused by hallucinogens.

Suwan pursed his nose in grievance and whispered to himself, "Luckily I'm still alive." After saying that, he felt that it made sense and gained some confidence. He used the assault rifle with only one bullet left as a crutch and walked forward with his legs that had not yet regained consciousness, limping.

She had to move on, even though she didn't know whether the road ahead was safe or not, she couldn't just stay where she was.

The sky has brightened. Although the sunlight is not yet warm, at least I can see the road ahead clearly.

------

"He could be a spy."

"He who chooses death is a coward."

"I just didn't tell on you."

Charlotte leaned against the shaking carriage in a daze until someone called her name and she reacted.

"Miss Charlotte, Miss Charlotte?"

Charlotte raised her head, rubbed her neck which was sore from the stiff sitting posture, looked at the child who was calling her name, and asked him with a smile: "What's wrong, little Duke?"

"Miss Charlotte, did you fall asleep just now?" Little Duke asked, tilting his head.

Charlotte shook her head: "Just remembering some things from the past."

"Oh, are you thinking of your parents?"

Charlotte's smile froze, and then she lowered her head and said nothing. Duke thought he had hit the mark. Seeing Charlotte's bad expression, he thought Charlotte's parents had passed away, so he showed an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Charlotte shook her head: "It's not your fault."

Little Duke smiled again: "Miss Charlotte, you are really a nice person."

"There is someone better than me. I did something unforgivable and wrong, but she didn't blame me."

"What could be more unforgivable than the government leaking the virus and causing this disaster?" Little Duke asked innocently.

Charlotte seemed to be frightened and could not say anything. "Little Duke, you have too many questions." The dark-skinned, very thin woman next to him patted Duke's head, looked at Charlotte, and said regretfully: "But Miss Charlotte, it's a pity that you cut off your golden hair."

"Arthur is right, this long hair will bring me trouble," Charlotte touched the hair that only reached her ears, feeling a little disappointed. But this long hair was too much of a hindrance at this time. Charlotte still remembered that the zombie grabbed her long hair from behind. If Arthur hadn't immediately shot the zombie to kill him, half of her brain would have been bitten off by the zombie. Even thinking about it now, she was scared.

Charlotte eased up and said with a smile, "Don't you think short hair suits me too?"

"It's a pity, though it looks good. It would be better if you tied your hair up..." The woman was about to express her regret when she suddenly heard the roar of an airplane overhead. She looked out of the window and saw a military plane with a logo of a snake and a tiger entwined together.

"Oh, it's from the Belster officer group," the woman curled her lips as she watched the plane fly away.

"Belster?"

"Yes, don't you know?"

"I know a little bit," Charlotte nodded. "You don't like them?"

"This accident was caused by the government. Even if they are trying to save people everywhere, so what? So many people have died. I don't trust them," the woman expressed her opinion without hesitation.

The muscular man sitting in front, resting with his gun, frowned and scolded, "Sarah."

The woman named Sarah immediately shut up and stopped commenting on the Belster group of officers and continued to lament about Charlotte's hair.

Charlotte lowered her head and bit her lip, looking as if she was tired.