Chapter 71

"Sylvia, you'll be okay!" Sarah tightly embraced Sylvia, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Sylvia's lifeless expression, constantly uttering words of comfort.

"Cough... No... no need to comfort me, I... I know my body..." Sylvia weakly leaned against Sarah's chest, feeling something rapidly flowing inside her body.

Regretting not applying pressure to the wound in time, resulting in excessive bleeding, Sylvia was now on the brink of death.

With the last of her strength, she raised her hand and pulled out a necklace from her neck, swallowing the gushing crimson fluid in her mouth. She said to Sarah with difficulty, "Help... help me take this necklace away, give it to... cough... give it to my sister..."

Watching Sylvia grow weaker and weaker, Sarah's heart ached, realizing Sylvia was close to the end. She wiped away her tears and reached out to take the necklace from Sylvia's neck, holding it tightly in her hand, nodding vigorously. "I will, I promise!"

With a forced smile, Sylvia suddenly felt a figure standing beside her. She turned her eyes and looked towards the figure.

The person was Brian. He stared at the wound on Sylvia's abdomen, a hint of sadness in his eyes. Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, they had been through a lot together, and he felt a pang of discomfort.

"Mom..."

Sylvia stared blankly at the spot where Brian stood, as if she saw her own mother, witnessing her gentle smile, telling her to rest now that she had done her best.

She reached out and grabbed her mother's warm hand, feeling a surge of strength throughout her body. She stood up from the ground, seeing all her loved ones and friends surrounding her, surrounded by laughter and joy. She felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and warmth, but even she didn't notice a single tear slowly falling from her eyes...

"Wah... Wah... Wah..."

Sarah covered her mouth, watching Sylvia close her eyes and gradually stop breathing, unable to hold back her tears.

Watching Sarah sobbing, Brian reached out and gently stroked her back, knowing it was the most effective way to ease her emotions.

Suddenly, at this moment, from behind him came the all-too-familiar roars of the survivors, followed by continuous gunfire!

Whether it was Sarah or Brian, their bodies trembled, and they looked at each other with exhaustion in their eyes, realizing that another escape was about to begin.

...

"Hoo... Hoo..."

Wilfred sat weakly on the snow, sweat dripping from his face. The cold wind blew, making him shiver, but then he looked at his daughter lying on the ground in front of him and quickly got up, rushing towards her.

But someone was faster than him. Alan ran out from behind the abandoned car after seeing the voyeur killed, and came to Anna's side, removing the cloth stuffed in her mouth.

"Ptui! Ptui!" As soon as the cloth was removed from her mouth, Anna began to spit wildly, trying to get rid of the remaining contents in her mouth.

At this time, Wilfred also rushed over. He squatted down to help his daughter, looking left and right, asking concernedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just help me unlock the handcuffs. The keys are on that guy." With her hands cuffed behind her back, Anna felt extremely uncomfortable. Then she seemed to remember something and said anxiously, "Right! How's Sylvia?"

She was pushed out by Ogden just now and didn't pay attention to what happened before. She just vaguely saw Sylvia falling down.

"...."

Hearing Sylvia's name, Wilfred seemed to remember something. He quickly turned his head and saw Sarah sitting on the truck, while Brian was rushing over there.

He flipped over Ogden's body, searching for the keys. He said, "She got shot. We need to go check on her!"

"What!"

Anna widened her eyes and quickly turned her head to look forward. She was full of anxiety. In this era without hospitals and lacking medicine, being shot meant something serious. She urged Wilfred to hurry up and find the keys.

Alan was helping to find the handcuff keys, but when he heard about Sylvia being shot, he suddenly raised his head, disbelief written all over his face, and hurriedly stood up and ran towards Brian's direction.

Wilfred sighed lightly when he saw this. He knew Sylvia took great care of Sarah and Alan, treating them like her own siblings, and Sarah and Alan also regarded each other as family. The three of them were very close.

A sense of guilt surged in his heart, because Sylvia was shot trying to save him.

Thinking of this, Wilfred's movements became faster. When he reached into the pocket of Ogden's clothes, his body moved, and he pulled out a small key.

"Found it!" Looking at the key in his hand, Wilfred turned around and was about to unlock his daughter's handcuffs. Anna also turned around cooperatively, extending her handcuffed hands.

"Roar!"

But at this moment, suddenly seven or eight infected people rushed out from the woods on both sides, roaring unpleasantly, and lunged towards the two of them.

"Damn it!"

Wilfred had expected that the noise here would attract infected people, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly. Fortunately, it seemed to be just some scattered infected people nearby, not a large group.

He didn't have time to unlock the handcuffs, so he quickly picked up the gun and started shooting at the infected people. However, he had just desperately fired the gun, and there were almost no bullets left. After only a few shots, all the bullets were exhausted.

Without hesitation, he threw away the gun again and picked up the gun from Ogden's body. While shooting, he rushed forward.

When his gun ran out of bullets again, there were only three infected people left in front. But fortunately, he was finally in the place he wanted to be. He threw away the gun again, picked up a iron rod on the ground, and swung it at the nearest infected person.

"Thud!"

The iron rod hit the infected person's head heavily, causing that part to collapse instantly, and the infected person couldn't bear the tremendous force. Its body staggered and fell to the ground.

Putting one foot on the infected person's body, Wilfred raised the iron rod high, and swung it down with force. The iron rod smashed the infected person's head like a watermelon.

"Hiss!"

"Ah!"

Just as Wilfred was about to deal with the last remaining infected person, suddenly there were other infected people's screams and Anna's screams behind him.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that his daughter's hands were still handcuffed, and he quickly turned his head to look, only to see Anna struggling to get up from the snow, and behind her, an ambusher appeared out of nowhere, half of his head wrapped in fungal spores.

Anna took a step forward, desperately running towards her parents, but either because she had been lying in the snow for a long time and her legs were numb, or because she was too nervous, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and suddenly stumbled, her body uncontrollably falling to the ground.

Behind her, the ambusher chasing her suddenly caught up, raising its stinking, dirty hands, ready to pounce on her.

"Get away!"

Wilfred, who was turning back to run to Anna's aid, shouted loudly, using all his strength to throw the iron rod at the ambusher. The rod flew through the air, hitting the ambusher as it lunged, causing it to stagger back a couple of steps.

Seizing the opportunity, Wilfred rushed forward and leaped onto the ambusher, grabbing its neck with one arm and exerting all his strength. With a swift twist, he heard a crack as he snapped the ambusher's neck.

But before he could catch his breath, the remaining infected lunged at him, knocking him down. Its foul-smelling maw opened wide, inches away from his face.

Despite Wilfred's best efforts to block it with his hands against his chest, he couldn't prevent the infected from biting down. With all his remaining strength, he tried to push the infected away, but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't move it.

Feeling the infected's teeth getting closer and closer to his face, Wilfred knew he was running out of time. In a last desperate attempt, he summoned every ounce of strength and managed to push the infected aside just as it lunged for the final bite.

Gasping for breath, Wilfred scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly glanced around, searching for any sign of Anna.

Meanwhile, Anna, struggling to get up from the snow, saw the ambusher closing in on her. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, she felt helpless and vulnerable. She desperately tried to push herself up, but her legs refused to cooperate.

Just as the ambusher was about to pounce on her, she felt a sudden rush of wind as something flew past her, striking the ambusher with a thud. Startled, she turned her head and saw her father rushing to her rescue.

Wilfred's swift action gave Anna the opportunity she needed. With renewed determination, she pushed herself up from the ground and managed to stand on wobbly legs.

Seeing that Anna was safe for the moment, Wilfred turned his attention to the last remaining infected. With a fierce resolve, he charged forward and engaged the infected in a fierce struggle.

Despite his exhaustion, Wilfred fought with all his might, determined to protect his daughter at all costs. With a final blow, he managed to defeat the infected, sending it crashing to the ground.

Breathing heavily, Wilfred turned to Anna and hurried over to her. With trembling hands, he unlocked the handcuffs and helped her to her feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Anna nodded weakly, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Dad," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wilfred pulled her into a tight embrace, relief flooding through him. They may have survived this encounter, but Wilfred knew that the dangers of this world were far from over. As long as they had each other, they would continue to fight for survival, no matter what challenges lay ahead.