BC Chapter 119

The riot happened suddenly, but for the survivors who had been struggling in the apocalypse for so many days, it was as common as a daily meal. Especially for this group of tormented people on the street, such stimulation was not unfamiliar. The crowd was only in a brief panic, but slowly calmed down again due to the instinctive fear after reason returned. Fortunately, the lure of the bloody smell was far greater than the noise made during the riot. The vast majority of the zombies gathered towards the location where the smell of blood spread. Several zombies close to the crowd pounced on the noisy spot at the first instance. The person with rags wrapped around their mouth had no chance to scream before their throat was bitten open, and then they were pressed into the bushes and devoured by the zombies drawn by the scent.

“Ah, damn, that’s my food!” A man in a worn jacket angrily walked through the zombie pile near the crowd. His hands moved quickly, and a black-red small axe flashed coldly in the night. He quickly cleared a vacuum isolation zone between the crowd and the zombies. The axe chopped into the crazed zombies with a muffled “poof” and splattering blood. Although the people nearby were restrained by the strips of cloth in their mouths from screaming in despair, the whimpers between their throats and the snot and tears falling together due to fear could not be stopped for a while.

“Cry, cry, cry! What are you crying for! It’s your honor to be eaten by me! It’s all the same whether you die sooner or later, and it’s all the same who eats you. At least I can give you a quick death before enjoying you. Being eaten by these guys won’t be so easy. Hehehe.” The man in the jacket wiped the blood from the small axe on the clothes of the zombie he had killed under his feet, then stood up and lowered his voice, arrogantly yelling at the panicked survivors. Then he waved his hand casually, and a zombie that had pounced up behind him at some point was chopped in the face with a backhand axe. Its body stopped abruptly, its entire face bloomed, and blood flowed down slowly, after which it slumped down completely.

The man tilted his head slightly, his gaze instantly becoming contemptuous as he looked at the zombie that had just been dealt with, and said in a deep voice: “Still trying to sneak attack me, a bunch of brainless animals!” The man never mentioned his name to anyone, but because his messy hair was always greasy, the survivors privately called him Big Oil.

After the crowd fell into an oppressive and passive atmosphere of silence, Ayan’s low laughter from the rear finally reached Big Oil’s ears. His face frowned impatiently, and he muttered to himself: “I knew it!! It’s that damn brat again!!”

He had long disliked this damn kid. If it weren’t for Old Du’s checks and balances and interference, he probably would have killed and eaten this “waste of food” brat a long time ago!

However, before this, the two of them had clashed several times. He had never concealed his intentions, only waiting for a chance to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

So, he was determined to give that kid a good beating this time, regardless of whether Old Du would try to mediate. He darted forward, heading straight for the kid’s location at the rear of the crowd.

Old Du, who was still in a gentle and taciturn state, looked at the zombie horde that was still slowly gathering in this direction, and realized that if he delayed any longer, the “food” he was about to get might be snatched away again by a large number of ordinary zombies. He then reached into his pocket and took out two shiny, sharp scalpels, intending to use the same trick again to coerce those two guys to help him escort these “food” to the next destination.

Just as he was about to lift his foot and rush to the rear of the crowd, his sixth sense keenly captured a faint signal coming from the zombie groupin the distance—an enemy. The zombie group, which had been slowly advancing towards this side, also belatedly turned their heads and swarmed towards the direction where the “enemy” appeared.

The expression on Old Du’s face, which originally had little expression, finally changed a bit—this was the first time he had encountered a situation where the zombie group showed such a clear hostile emotion when they were agitated by the appearance of a living being. Even when he subconsciously went on a killing spree after his consciousness returned in the zombie group at the beginning, the reaction of the zombie group to his appearance was “food”. It was only after he was further infected with the virus that the zombie group began to ignore his existence, allowing him to freely enter and exit the zombie group without any reaction, clearly classifying him into the category of his own kind.

But what’s the situation now?

Old Du stopped the foot that was originally going to turn to the rear of the crowd, intuitively feeling that the source of this agitation seemed to pose a certain threat to him as well. So, he couldn’t care about solving the “internal strife” problem of those two guys first, but directly moved along the agitation direction of the zombie group towards the forefront of the conflict.

Ayan, who had fallen into a state of deep infection in the rear, was gradually having his emotions ignited by the bloody smell. Reason was gradually lost, his breathing became heavy, and he turned to stare at the others at the end of the line.

The survivors, seeing that things were not right, were so frightened that their legs were weak and they squeezed together.

“Damn you! You’re trying to steal my food again!!” Big Oil happened to arrive and saw that the stinky kid was already picking out the next bleeding target with a dagger. He immediately flew into a rage, leaped up, and the cold light of the axe blade headed straight for Ayan’s head.