I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 741 - 185: Thank You for Saving Us, Officer_2

Chapter 741: Chapter 185: Thank You for Saving Us, Officer_2

They had absolutely no hope of surviving.

Even if the vehicle could hold up, how long could it last?

"Damn."

When they learned that the engine might be the problem, those on the roof clearing away the zombies became equally panicked.

They looked toward the distance.

Zombies in the far distance seemed to have heard the commotion here and were staggering toward them.

Once this group of zombies saw that there were living humans here, they would charge over like mad dogs.

If that situation arose,

everything would be finished.

Among the survivors on the vehicle were women and children.

Although they were very frightened, they all remained calm, not screaming or losing their minds trying to climb onto the roof to avoid the zombies, which could lead to a breakdown of the situation.

If it had been at the beginning of the apocalypse,

survivors who had not experienced such things would often panic, thinking it would be dangerous to stay in the vehicle and thus attempting to climb onto the roof.

How much space was there on the roof?

In a panicked state, it was very easy to accidentally push a companion trying to kill zombies off the vehicle, falling into the horde of zombies and being torn to shreds in despair.

Even more maddening was that some survivors couldn’t handle the pressure and, in their frenzy, would open the vehicle door, thinking they could escape just by doing that,

only to lead to everyone’s demise.

"Big Head, things don’t look good."

"Keep it together, don’t panic, do your best to kill off these damn things."

The burly man from before was named Jiang Er, but he was nicknamed Big Head because of his large head.

In peaceful times, he ran a small diner. As the apocalypse came, the man who lived his life eating and drinking in the diner, saw the situation outside on the street and was really startled silly.

How could everything just change so drastically?

Was it a dream?

Or an act?

Not until he saw with his own eyes a zombie pounce on a fleeing person, tear open their belly, and pull out their intestines did he realize this was no dream—everything was truly happening.

Luckily, he was quite mentally resilient, and his diner had some food reserves, enough for him to be self-sufficient and survive.

But on the third day of the apocalypse, the electricity went out, and so did the water.

For the living, this was a disaster.

Without electricity, the refrigerator couldn’t keep the food, which would rot and stink after a while.

Therefore, he prepared in advance, pickling with salt, hoping to extend the shelf life of the food, although the taste was, honestly, indescribable.

But if it meant staying alive, taste really didn’t matter at all.

This issue was not too big, as the diner had plenty of beer and mineral water, ensuring that the basics for living were not a problem.

Jiang Er originally intended to wait for government rescue.

But as days passed,

and still no sign of the army came, he knew that the situation must have been too severe to manage, especially based on what he knew about his government.

Whenever a disaster struck,

they would rush to rescue immediately.

He had waited so long and still seen no sign of rescue, suggesting there really was no hope left.

After a long time, his mental state worsened, feeling that continuing to stay there might lead to death. So on one occasion, he took the chance to drive away from the city with his limited supplies, hoping to find a suitable place to survive.

In his journey, he met other survivors, and he even visited so-called shelters.

But what he didn’t expect was that in the apocalypse, humans could be more terrifying than zombies.

Many people could no longer be considered normal.

They were insane, neurotic, savage.

They did not treat the living as human beings at all.

After going through a lot, he met companions worthy of trust.

Now, they were once again at a critical moment of life or death.

"What should we do? What the hell should we do?"

Jiang Er continuously hunted zombies, always thinking about what could be done. The gathering zombies were becoming more numerous, and with things going this way, it was only a matter of time before the school bus would be overwhelmed.

"Please, let’s not have one of those weird zombies show up."

He prayed continuously in his mind.

If one of those zombies were to appear, then they would be truly finished.

He had seen those special zombies before, and they were truly frightening, with great destructive power. Although their school bus had been modified,

it might not necessarily be enough to withstand an attack.

It’s often the case that what you fear is exactly what happens.

As Jiang Er was working hard to clear the zombies, swinging his iron rod less and less frequently, he stared wide-eyed and incredulously into the distance.

"Big Head, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Jiang Er standing there staring blankly into the distance, his companion followed Jiang Er’s gaze in panic.

Just one glance.

Everyone’s heart sank completely.

"How could this be..." someone murmured to himself, an immediate chill in his heart.

In their line of sight, there suddenly appeared an incredibly tall and robust zombie with a fierce and ferocious face and terrifying bladed arms.

"We’ve seen this type of zombie before, its blades can easily cleave through steel plating. Our school bus, even though it’s modified, will definitely not hold up against it," Jiang Er said with deep seriousness, then shouted into the vehicle.

"Can we get the bus started or not?"

He knew that the engine was broken.

But at a critical moment like this,

he truly had no other options, and the only hope he could think of was for the bus to start.

The old driver said anxiously, "There’s no way, it really won’t start—we have to get out and repair it, and even then we don’t know if it can be fixed."