Rotting Land: Survive

Fatherly love is something that is difficult to describe with words; it belongs to the realm of the spirit and is often only truly understood when one starts a family and has children of their own.

At this moment, Zhao Yunhai was fearless, and Ah Cheng's frightened face reminded him of his own daughter.

Suddenly, all the joyful moments of the past flashed through his mind like a slideshow, but all of these become increasingly faint due to the zombie invasion, something that Zhao Yunhai, as a father, could not tolerate.

His eyes quickly scanned the other side of the courtyard. Due to the commotion at the main entrance, a large number of zombies were pouring in through the breach, leaving the two wings of the courtyard wall empty. This was precisely Zhao Yunhai's opportunity to break through.

With this in mind, Zhao Yunhai seized the moment. When the truck had reversed a bit more at a slow crawl, he decisively shifted into first gear and quickly turned the wheel left. At the same time as the turn, he slammed the accelerator with his right foot and shouted loudly, "Everyone! Sit tight and hold on!"

Madness! Almost suicidal madness!

Almost the moment Zhao Yunhai finished speaking, the truck charged forward toward the iron fence. Though the speed hadn't fully picked up, the absence of zombies blocking the truck resulted in a fierce and raging momentum.

Indeed, as expected, there was another loud crash, and the truck, roaring, directly smashed the iron fence on the west side away.

The shattered iron fence wailed miserably, flying a considerable distance before falling to the ground only when hindered by the opposite wall, becoming a pile of scrap metal.

Of course, the force was mutual; just as the iron fence was so severely damaged, the truck's situation could well be imagined.

Glass shards scattered throughout the cab, and both Ah Cheng and Zhao Yunhai suffered varying degrees of cuts from the impact. Fortunately, the characteristic of the windshield itself did not deal them a fatal blow.

Zhao Yunhai shook his slightly dazed head, quickly adjusted the steering, and heard anxious voices calling out beside him:

"Uncle Zhao, Ah Cheng, are you guys okay?"

"Old Zhao, is Cheng okay?"

"We're fine! We're fine!" Swiftly lowering the window, Old Zhao waved his sweat-drenched left hand twice in the air before retracting it.

Due to the seemingly minor failure of the truck after the recent collision, the constant jolting of the vehicle forced Zhao Yunhai to be on high alert to prevent any accidents.

The mob of zombies continued following closely behind, but the increasingly faster moving truck was beyond the capability of their puny legs to catch up.

Though there were one or two "Runners" among them, compared to absolute speed, they were still considerably lacking.

The truck slowly decelerated in front of a residence about a hundred meters from the building, and then a Black Shadow flashed out.

Seeing the figure leap up, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly remembered that they still had Wu Chao with them.

"Is everyone okay? Damn, I've been worried sick watching! How did it end up like this? Is anyone hurt?" As soon as he got on the truck, Wu Chao babbled incessantly like a nagging mother.

But those who had just escaped death had no heart to answer his questions, except for Hu Xiaodong, who gave a symbolic wave and replied, "Don't worry, we're fine!"

Objectively speaking, this operation was a failure. Even though the Survivors had made adequate assessments and preparations beforehand, the sudden change nearly cost them their whole team.

The truck slowly drove out of the village. When the wooden sign marking "TL Village" flashed past their eyes, Tang Xiaoquan finally collapsed onto the truck floor, relieved.

"A close shave" was his most genuine feeling. Although he had felt this way more than once, each time seemed to give him a deeper understanding of the so-called "being alive."

Why live?

In this post-apocalyptic world, living every day in fear, having not enough to eat, not enough to wear, with death lurking around like a nightmare, you never know when that high-lifted Scythe will fall!

Is life just to endure these torments and fears?

Is living just for collecting food and drink supplies?

Is living just to witness the extinction of humanity?

If so, what is the meaning of living!!

Closing his eyes helplessly, Tang Xiaoquan lowered his head, repeatedly tested by life and death, questioning the meaning of "being alive."

The scorching sun continued to roast overhead, showing no sign of pity for these worn-out Survivors.

Hu Xiaodong glanced at his downcast companions at the back of the truck and sighed helplessly.

At this time, silence seemed the best choice, but considering the sweat everyone had lost, he thought it best to err on the side of caution and reached for a backpack, opening it up.

Skimming over items like powdered milk, Hu Xiaodong grasped two cans of beer. Upon pulling one out, he noticed it was imported beer.

As for the foreign terms written on the label, Hu Xiaodong had no mind to care. He picked up a can, tossed it in his hand twice, and then shouted soberly towards Wang Qiang in the corner, "Hey! Qiang! Catch this!"

The can drew a shallow arc through the air, finally landing steadily in Wang Qiang's hands.

"Open it! Take a sip!"

Feeling a weight in his hand, Wang Qiang glanced down and saw it was beer. Without hesitation, he instinctively popped it open and took a swig without a word.

The clear drink flowed smoothly down his throat, refreshing every organ it touched. Though it didn't replenish much water, the invigorating effect cleared the fog in Wang Qiang's head.

"Ah! Refreshing!" Wang Qiang roared from his heart, displaying a simple-minded nature, rarely dwelling on things for long. The alcohol seemed to lift the heaviness from his heart.

The presence of someone like Wang Qiang in the team is fantastic for adjusting the atmosphere. After all, emotions can be infectious. If a team consisted solely of emotionally-driven, sensitive people, any small issue could leave everyone despondent.

Therefore, a person who could lift the team's spirits in moments of collective gloom was crucial.

And Wang Qiang was undoubtedly the best choice!

"Damn! This beer is so damn strong! Hey, Xiaoquan! Take a sip!" He raised the beer towards Tang Xiaoquan. The latter hesitated briefly, but before he could react, Wang Qiang teasingly added:

"Come on! Why so serious? What? Scared? Oh my, want a hug from Brother Wang for safety?"

With a sigh of exasperation, he had to admit that his buddy had nerves of steel. Tang Xiaoquan grabbed the beer, took a swig, and then turned his head, grinning sinisterly at his friend, "You seem full of energy! Maybe we should leave you here to walk back by yourself, save us some gas, eh?"

"I agree!"

"Xiao Tang is brilliant!"

"Good idea! Fuel is valuable now!"

"Qiang! Do your part for the Party and the country!"

Hahaha...