Life And Death

"Olivia ! Let's go!" Clark shouted at Olivia Turner, who was already somewhat bewildered. He urged her to stop, braced himself, and together with Olivia Turner, they pulled Emma Kensington up and ran outside.

No one had the right to hesitate now; this time was bought with James's life.

"Ha-ha!" James, seeing Clark and the others running away with Emma Kensington, began to laugh.

This laughter could be described as somewhat manic.

"Boom!"A wave of heat emanated from the small garden, and flames directly pierced through the teaching building. By this time, Clark and the others had reached the sports field. Seeing this burst of flames, Clark understood James's intention when he urged them to leave quickly.

James activated the energy canister on his back, and flames engulfed both him and the zombie, the only way to save Clark and the others.

Clark wanted to say something, at least a shout, but he couldn't. His body collapsed directly to the ground.

He had known James for less than a day, yet in that time, they had experienced life and death together.

In this world, death might come no later than a breath.

If it weren't for his carelessness, would things have turned out differently?

A sense of self-blame surged over him.

"Are you okay?" Olivia Turner looked at Clark and asked. She didn't reach out to help him up or inquire about the severity of his injuries because those things didn't matter. The crucial point was to survive, or perhaps she didn't know how to express whether she cared about a person or a zombie.

Emma Kensington, lying on the ground, slightly opened her eyes at this moment. When her gaze stopped at Clark and saw the dagger tightly held in his hand, she directly pounced towards him.

Could this woman also think of herself as a zombie?

Clark wanted to dodge, but it was too late. Emma Kensington's hand firmly gripped Clark's wrist, attempting to snatch the dagger.

"If you want it, take it, but let's make it clear: you can't attack randomly!" Clark said to Emma Kensington. Fighting against zombies was no problem, but he couldn't bring himself to harm a woman who was already seriously injured. Besides, she was so pretty!

Clark slowly released his grip and moved his body backward, guarding against Emma Kensington launching an attack once she got the dagger.

However, Emma Kensington didn't act as Clark had imagined. Instead, she used her fingers to press a protrusion at the end of the dagger. A metallic ball appeared, emitting a light, forming a screen like an opened fan, displaying a map.

On the map, there was a conspicuous red dot with the words "Hope Villa" displayed.

"Hurry to this place. All the surviving people in this city have been transferred there. Hurry, or it will be too late!" After saying these words, Emma Kensington fainted again.

"She has lost too much blood; her spirit is already very weak," Olivia Turner jogged over, seeing Emma Kensington's miserable face. All she could do was hold her, hoping to warm her up.

"We must find a place for her to be treated quickly, or she will have a hard time surviving," Olivia Turner stared at Clark, indicating that Clark needed to figure something out.

"Ding! Second damsel in distress rescued, rewards issued, further enhancement of body reinforcement." The system's voice suddenly rang out.

"Again, body reinforcement! Do you know that your so-called body reinforcement almost killed me!" Clark cursed in his heart. However, he also knew that it wasn't entirely the system's fault; if he had been more cautious, the situation might be different now.

"Ding! Additional rewards issued, restoring appearance to 40%. The host can choose the main part for restoration." The system's voice sounded again, emotionless as always, but with a hint of something special. It seemed that in certain special situations, Clark could grumble a bit and get unexpected benefits.

"Of course, appearance is all about the face!"

"How about your face?" Olivia Turner looked at Clark in astonishment. She saw the plates on his face disappearing rapidly, and now he looked no different from a normal person, just appearing a bit haggard, like someone who had recovered from a severe illness.

Clark quickly changed the subject, "Can you find that place?"

"I know where it is, but the journey is a bit far," Olivia Turner said with some concern.

Without a second word, Clark lifted Emma Kensington and headed outside.

"We must get there as soon as possible to save her!"

The two of them quickly set off.

Hope Villa was located on the outskirts of the city, several tens of kilometers away from the school where Clark and the others were. If they relied on walking alone, it would take them several days to reach there.

After walking for a while, they found an abandoned sedan. The car windows were already shattered, and there were black bloodstains on the doors and the ground. The person who drove the car must have encountered a zombie attack and was pulled out alive to be eaten.

Clark walked to the car door and discovered that the car key was still inserted. He quickly handed Emma Kensington to Olivia Turner, jumped into the car, and tried to start the engine.

"Click, click, click!" The car started, and the fuel gauge light lit up, indicating that the fuel was running low.

"Get in quickly; we'll go as far as we can!" Clark excitedly called Olivia Turner.

The three of them drove towards Hope Villa. Along the way, they encountered many zombies. Clark either chose to avoid them or drove directly through, doing everything possible to leave this area.

After repeated struggles, they finally arrived at the designated location on the map. By this time, the gasoline had also run out.

What appeared before them wasn't exactly a villa; it was more like an abandoned mansion. The towering walls were covered with rusty iron wires, a large iron gate tightly closed. A dilapidated orange building looked somewhat eye-catching.

Inside the mansion, some fruit trees were planted, and there seemed to be some immature fruits hanging on them. Unlike other places, there were occasional birds flying around.

"Will there be people here?" Clark, a bit puzzled, got out of the car and walked around the iron gate to observe the situation inside, but he found nothing.

"Be careful!" Olivia Turner suddenly shouted from the car.

Only then did Clark raise his head, and a black object flew towards him from somewhere, directly smashing towards him.

He quickly dodged. It was a beer bottle, seemingly filled with some liquid. The bottle had a piece of cloth on top, emitting black smoke.

"Not good!" After recognizing what it was, Clark rushed towards the car, turned around, and used his body to shield the car window.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound, and the beer bottle exploded. A small flame accompanied by black smoke emerged, along with countless pieces of shattered glass, shooting out like bullets.

Some small pieces of glass were deflected, but a few sharp ones pierced into Clark's back.

"Who is attacking us!" Clark gritted his teeth, feeling discomfort from the pain in his back. However, he was also curious. He hadn't felt any pain when he was cut before. Could it be that along with the restoration of his appearance, his sense of pain was also returning?