Survivor stronghold outside the city.

In the early morning sun, a fleet of more than thirty cars of various types, totaling up to hundreds of people was ready to go.

For the stronghold, this is not a small plundering convoy.

On the streets and alleys of the stronghold, there were lifeless and numb survivors, who were like the past in the early morning, looked almost indifferent to the outside world.

Only some survivors who are too hungry to bear will run around early in an attempt to find some food to satisfy their hunger.

However……

In this end of the world where food is extremely lacking, even if a grain of rice falls into the ditch, someone will pick it up and stuff it into his stomach and eat it.

In the stronghold, almost no grass grows, and any little green that can be eaten into the stomach is wiped out.

There were crowds of people in the convoy.

More than half of the convoys of more than a hundred people used local guns. The remaining half were varied and used various cold weapons, such as bows and crossbows, which were the most popular among survivors.

In the end of the world, compared with European and American countries, Chinese survivors are more miserable.

In the United States, a country that allows guns, almost every family will have one or two guns. Extreme people even have heavy weapons like Gatlin.

But in China, guns are prohibited, and only troops and law enforcement agencies have loosening.

With the arrival of the end of the world, the situation will naturally not be so optimistic in the absence of guns.

"It takes twenty fast-running baits. Before departure, you can get a full meal and come back alive and take half a month's meal."

In the convoy, a strong man shouted.

Among the numb survivors, a sudden silence was suddenly concentrated on the stout man. The empty eyes instantly showed emotions, and there was a light called greed and madness.

Bait, also known as cannon fodder.

This is a life-threatening job, with a mortality rate of 50% to 70%. Among the ten people, they may only come back alive and only two or three of them will be the souls under the mouths of zombies.

It is hard to imagine that a job with such a high mortality rate is only a meal for half a month.

But……

Almost as the man's voice fell, many of the survivors on the street had their eyes shining brightly, and there was a hint of color in their numb eyes.

The fast-moving survivor, who had arrived in front of the convoy, raised his hand and shouted wildly: "I'll participate, I'll participate."

When starving to death and there is still a front-line opportunity, survivors naturally know how to choose.

Sixty or seventy survivors flocked to the convoy and set off one by one.

Minors, women, and even some older men, all raise their hands, hoping that they will be pointed.

The real weak person has been eliminated by this world in the last five years.

The strong man was not polite, and pointed twenty "bait" among the survivors, then pointed his gun at him: "The one who was selected to go to the convoy, get out of me if you don't care."

As for whether the selected one can run fast and whether or not they will live in the end, it is not within the consideration of this strong man.

After all the twenty people boarded a shabby minibus, two women took lunch boxes to the minibus and handed them to the people inside.

Before departure, you should be full. It is not that the people in this convoy are kind, but that they should be able to run, so that they should be full and have the strength to eat.

They were selected one by one, and they all rushed to take it over and eat it.

The rice cooked from the old rice exudes a musty smell, but for these people, it is a supreme delicacy. This is rice, which many people can't eat even if they want to.

Like starving ghosts, they ate voraciously.

A young man leaning against the car door was eating in big mouthfuls, but his eyes were rolling, his eyes drifting outside.

He finished a lunch box in a moment.

The people from the convoy outside started to board the bus, and there was a noise.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes became crazy, and he threw the lunch box in his hand, and rushed out of the car door, drilling into the alley next to him at an extremely fast speed.

He didn't want to die, but he was so hungry that he couldn't bear it.

When this bait is bound to die, they will definitely die. Faced with countless zombies, they are just ordinary people and cannot escape.

After eating, then slip away and use a dangerous way to have a meal.

This young man was extremely fast, like a cheetah.

only……

A middle-aged man sneered on a modified heavy truck in the convoy. He raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand and almost no need to aim at it. He just shot it directly.

"Bang!"

Amid the crisp gunshots, the young man who had almost disappeared into the alley in the distance, had a stream of blood spun on his head, and he thrust his head a few times, then stopped moving.

"The eighth idiot who wants to make a living by using this method. They think this rice is so delicious?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly and put away his rifle.

The impact of this scene here is almost ignored.

Whether it was the survivors in the alley or the person who stayed in the minibus and was still eating lunch boxes, they had no concern about the death of the young man, and they had never even blinked their numb eyes.

The death of this young man was just a small episode.

The convoy sets off normally.

…………

The suburbs of the city.

When the convoy arrived in this area, the number of zombies began to gradually increase and was no longer suitable for continuing to move forward.

"The crossbow arrows lead the way."

With a command, more than 30 people were seen leaving the convoy holding crossbow arrows.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

The arrow feathers shot out, not all arrows could hit the zombie's head, but four out of ten and five could do this. The crossbow with extremely strong penetration made nearly ten centimeters of the arrows sink into the zombie's head.

Some were inserted into the zombies and swayed as the zombies ran.

After several rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared.

All this was silent, and it didn't even disturb the zombies that were too far away.

The convoy got down and approached the corner of the street one by one, waiting at the intersection of the street.

The target is right ahead, but there are many zombies in the street ahead. If you use a gun, you may startle more zombies. And using crossbows and bows is not enough to deal with so many zombies.

The captain of the team was a strong man. He wore sunglasses, narrowed his eyes and said, "Let the bait work."

A team member nodded and began to give orders.

The ragged minibus opened, and under the threat of guns, nineteen decoys baited them.

Every baiter has his face pale because of tension.

"Turn these zombies to the street next to you, don't play tricks, otherwise you will be beaten to death on the spot. Come back alive and don't worry about being hungry for half a month."

The bait knew that he was finished. After being bitten, it was 100% infected through the blood.

but……

This is not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is that he was injured.

The blood stimulated the zombies and made them even more crazy, and a group of black people came over.

The bait looked desperate. What he saw was the continued running of others without looking at him. At this time, no one thought of pulling him.

Despair is everywhere in the eyes.

The figure of the zombies continued to magnify, and finally dozens of zombies surrounded him, pounced on him, biting his flesh and blood, and tearing him to pieces.

For some reason, the despair in the eye holes appeared in the severe pain, but instead felt relieved.

On the edge of the street, a black shadow appeared and ran wildly on the buildings on the street. The walls it ran wildly by were all broken and fragments fell down, hitting the bottom of the street.

This is a licker, bounced across the street, and its long tongue curled a running bait survivor.

The sharp claws penetrated through the chest of this bait survivor.

Blood splattered on the street.
Chapter completed!