Rotting Land: Survive

Five minutes later, the shouts of the survivors on the rooftop gradually dwindled, replaced by anxious gasps.

Tang Xiaoquan braced his hands against the wall, stood on tiptoe with all his might, and leaned forward, peering beyond the wall with his eyes like radars, searching for that familiar figure, searching for the second team they were so eagerly awaiting.

But the result was cruel. As far as Tang Xiaoquan could see, apart from the desolate country road and the lonely houses, there was only the army of zombies surrounding them, howling incessantly.

An indescribable feeling of despair inevitably climbed to his heart.

Although the survivors were temporarily safe, as their trapped time dragged on, the "hopelessness" of being like in hell genuinely suffocated every member of the third team!

No excessive communication was needed because the dejection on each other's faces already said it all.

Wang Daguo froze in place. Despite his physique being stronger than Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan, despite his great strength, and despite his seemingly strong character, he inevitably became afraid, cowardly, and backed down when faced with such a perilous situation, surrounded by so many zombies with no hope of escape!

This is actually the most authentic human feeling when facing a crisis, even though often in movies or novels we see the "protagonists" who, guarded by various "auras," can slaughter all around, entering and exiting hordes as if they were in no man's land.

But in reality, when you truly encounter a desperate situation, how would you react?

Note that there's no magical hero here whose arm doesn't tremble regardless of how many shots fired, no AK-47 for you to blow heads off to vent, and no mighty Barrett or Gatling gun to tear through everything.

The only thing you possess is yourself, and as for whether you ultimately live or die, it entirely depends on your heart.

The strong-hearted overcome fear, fighting for life.

The weak-hearted compromise with fear, quietly awaiting death.

This is a very realistic and fair law, not subject to change due to human delusion.

However, for our survivor third team right now, their situation is even more complicated because their fate is no longer in their own hands, so no matter how mighty your heart is, at this moment also...

A miracle, unless a miracle happens, otherwise the final outcome waiting for the third team would be either of two: charge downstairs to be devoured by the surrounding zombies during the struggle, or stay on the roof waiting to die from hunger and thirst after resources run out.

The scorching sun illuminated the entire rooftop so brightly, the giant circular beam of light was like a spotlight on a stage, paired with the "cheering and shouting" of hundreds of zombies at the building's base, truly no less than a small outdoor concert.

Except, the three "protagonists" in the center of the stage seemed not to be very interested in this performance.

Tang Xiaoquan stopped his futile shouting because continuing would not only be utterly meaningless but also drain their already scarce physical strength and water supply.

Looking at the still persistent Wang Qiang, Tang Xiaoquan shook his head helplessly. He knew his brother wasn't one to easily give up, though he couldn't bear to extinguish the flame of hope in him like that, but reality...

"Qiang, let it go! Take it easy, save some strength, we still have to..." Mid-sentence, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly felt his wrist tighten, and the next second his whole body was dragged to the wall by a strong pull.

"Look, look, over there! Quickly, behind the house!" Fingers trembling incessantly, Wang Qiang exclaimed excitedly, looking as thrilled as a playful child finding a long-lost toy.

Tang Xiaoquan frowned and followed his gaze, then... his pupils suddenly enlarged.

Indeed, as Wang Qiang said, behind a red brick and black-tile house, there was indeed a figure hiding in the black shadow.

However, due to the angle of view, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't see the entire figure, but from the curved silhouette like a bow reflected on the ground, he could clearly identify who it was.

"Brother Hu!" Almost instinctively blurting it out, this exciting news also led the two Wangs next to him to cheer uncontrollably.

"Brother Hu! We're here! Brother Hu! Did you see us?" With newfound joy of life, Wang Qiang waved his arms and shouted, the exhaustion, despair, and dejection seemed to dissipate instantly with the appearance of that familiar figure.

Seeing his brother desperately calling out like that, Tang Xiaoquan's heart suddenly tightened.

What the hell, this behavior is tantamount to telling the zombies someone is over there!

However, just as Tang Xiaoquan was about to stop his brother from exposing them so blatantly, he suddenly stopped again.

Why? Because he suddenly realized those creatures downstairs couldn't understand human language, so...

"Brother Hu, listen carefully, I'll explain the terrain and situation here to you," he said, and then he busily started on top of the wall.

He ran around, from the entrance position to the interior layout, from the stairway position to where the zombies stood, Tang Xiaoquan did his utmost to explain the building's situation to Hu Xiaodong, not even omitting the zombie dog in the yard.

Yet, despite such detailed explanations, Tang Xiaoquan also understood that without a feasible plan of action, it would all be in vain!

Unexpectedly, almost as soon as he finished explaining the building's conditions, an engine roar echoed from the end of the village road.

Well then, for a moment, the howling of the horde of zombies intensified, clearly angered by this sudden noise.

A minute? No, perhaps even less. At such a moment when Tang Xiaoquan processed this noise source in his mind, a "metal-clad" huge figure entered his line of sight.

The large truck drove fast, at least sixty miles an hour, but as it got less than a hundred meters away from the building, it suddenly slowed down, and then two black shadows rushed out, bending over to leap onto the truck's rear.

"It's Brother Hu and Dazhuang!" Wang Qiang's sharp eyes and quick mouth.

Yes, it was indeed Hu Xiaodong and Dazhuang who just jumped onto the truck. They had been waiting on the road for a while, and they were able to catch the truck so precisely thanks entirely to the walkie-talkie in their hands.

Once they successfully picked up the two on the truck's rear, the truck growled again, and as the growling intensified, its speed increased even more.

Watching the "roaring beast" approaching almost within seconds, Tang Xiaoquan seemed to realize something, he hurriedly clapped and called out, "Brother Wang, Qiang, follow me!"