Warehouse Horror

As the elevator doors slowly closed, the underground parking lot fell into darkness once again. Huan Chu grabbed Chen Wenwen and took out an energy-saving flashlight from his backpack, shining it around. In the parking lot, there were still few zombies wandering around, just like two days ago when the two of them first arrived. After a quick calculation, Huan Chu estimated that there were probably only three zombies loitering near the various vehicles, posing no threat to the two of them at all.

Huan Chu placed the luggage in the trunk of the Hummer, and saw Chen Wenwen elegantly cut a short zombie a few steps away with a stroke of her hand, couldn't help but admire her skill. He called the queen to get in the car, and then sat in the driver's seat himself.

After starting the Hummer, the fuel gauge on the car jumped to the warning red zone. Huan Chu frowned and asked, "Where is the nearest gas station?" Chen Wenwen pondered for a moment and replied, "Turn right after exiting gate A of the community, and continue straight along the main road for about five minutes." "

After receiving the response, Huan Chu didn't hesitate and drove his Hummer out of the parking lot with a roar, heading straight to the gas station. Obviously, Huan Chu's prediction was correct. Most of the zombies around the neighborhood were attracted by yesterday's gunshots and gathered on the commercial street hundreds of meters away. The two people in the Hummer did not see many zombies wandering outside looking for food along the way.

Chen Wenwen sighed as she looked at the eerie and desolate scenery outside the car window. Half a month ago, this place was still a bustling scene of the imperial capital - colorful vehicles flowing constantly on the road, occasional car horns cutting through the air, groups of students and couples chatting and laughing on the sidewalks, traffic lights at intersections calmly performing their functions, silently directing traffic. Looking back now, the bustling and polluted capital city of the past was so full of vitality, so nostalgic...

Today, the center of this country has undergone drastic changes, with a huge population density and a complex transportation network, making it the most difficult city to protect in the country. The traffic lights on the street continue to change colors, overlooking only the wreckage of vehicles of various colors and aimlessly wandering zombies.

Perhaps a day of rain has washed the entire capital's land, the streets no longer resemble the scene of rivers of blood from a few days ago, devoid of various man-made garbage pollution, instead presenting an unusually clean appearance.

Huan Chu drove the Hummer cautiously, avoiding the wreckage of vehicles that occasionally appeared on the road, cursing softly as he knocked a blocking zombie aside, searching for traces of a gas station. Perhaps because she often comes here to refuel, the queen of directionally challenged people has managed to remember the location of the gas station fairly accurately.

After about 4 minutes and 20 seconds, Huan Chu saw a huge sign that read "X Country Petrochemical" on his right hand side. The gas station was empty outside, and it was quite coincidental that no vehicles entered the gas station when the zombie outbreak occurred, which was convenient for Huan Chu. He drove the car directly to the edge of the gas station near the supermarket and stopped steadily.

Huan Chu took the gas card from Chen Wen's hand, tried it, and found that the mailbox, which had been idle for two weeks, miraculously did not break. He then inserted the nozzle into the car to refuel. After a moment, Chen Wenwen in the car shouted 'enough' and stopped, putting her hand back into the mailbox.

Chen Wenwen heard a series of 'bang bang' sounds coming from the window, turned around and saw that it was Huan Chu knocking on the glass. She rolled down the car window and heard Huan Chu saying, 'Get off the car, let's go inside and find something.' After a moment of contemplation, Chen Wenwen understood that Huan Chu wanted to sneak into the deserted gas station supermarket to "rob" it. With a light chuckle, she picked up the broken water bottle and jumped out of the Hummer.

Huan Chu took out the fire axe from the car, pushed open the glass door, and led Chen Wenwen into the supermarket, saying, "You go find some food and water that haven't expired yet, and I'll check the back to see if there are any barrels or containers of gasoline." "

Chen Wenwen responded with a sound, then took a basket from the door and started picking and choosing in the store as if she were shopping in a supermarket as usual. Huan Chu glanced at the queen who looked like a housewife and smiled silently, then strode towards the back door. Although he is not familiar with the operation of gas stations in China, he learned from various zombie movies that there are usually some spare gasoline and oil drums in the warehouse behind the gas station. This is the case for foreign gas stations, so it should be similar for gas stations in China.

The warehouse was dark, and Huan Chu fumbled for a moment before pressing the switch for the fluorescent light. The lights on the ceiling flickered a few times and then went out, whether due to poor contact or insufficient power, it was unclear. At this moment, several emergency lights on the wall lit up, indicating that the facilities inside the gas station were quite well-equipped.

Although the emergency light source was dim, the warehouse was bathed in a dim yellow light, which was still much better than Huanchu holding a flashlight for illumination. Huan Chu tightly gripped the axe and began searching next to the shelves.

Suddenly, the sound of scurrying, like mice fleeing, came into my ears. Although the exterior of the gas station looked very safe, it would be strange to find not a single zombie in such a large gas station. Huan Chu remained calm, a hint of a cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He raised the fire axe diagonally and turned to look at the source of the sound.

From the employee lounge just a few meters away, half-bodied zombie employees crawled out, roaring with bloodthirsty mouths as they slowly crawled towards Huan Chu. The thick black blood flowing from the lower body fracture left a long trail on the ground, giving people a chilling feeling.

Huan Chu remained calm and composed, looking coldly at the zombie crawling towards his feet, its mouth open emitting a low growl, about to bite into his right foot. But then I saw Huan Chu lift his leg lightly and then stomp heavily on the zombie's head. The quality of American goods is indeed excellent. When the hardware on the bottom of the military boots touched the zombie's head, it made a 'clicking' sound. Surprisingly, Huan Chu had enough force on his feet to crush the zombie's head in half.

Suddenly, the 'brain' inside the zombie's head exploded, splattering on the ground and even on Huan Chu's shoes. To tell the truth, Huan Chu didn't know if the stinky liquid bursting from the zombie's brain was really his brain. The brain of a human is white, like tofu brain, while the mixture that bursts out of a zombie's brain is a dark solid-liquid mixture, emitting a strong foul smell, with no resemblance to brain matter at all.

Huan Chu shook his leg, shaking off some of the zombie brain matter stuck to his shoes. Although he had just smashed the zombies around him to pieces, Huan Chu did not turn around to continue his search work. Instead, he stared at the staff lounge. Since the zombie that ran out only had its upper body, it means that either a human cut it in half but failed to kill it after being infected, or it was infected after being eaten by other zombies. In any case, there is at least a second zombie in the gas station.

After a moment, the unique howling of zombies could be heard coming from the employee lounge. Huan Chu stared intently at the lounge door, his gaze revealing a hint of seriousness. A whole group of zombies wearing gas station uniforms rushed out of the gate with red eyes. They looked at the expression of the living person, which was more bloodthirsty and ferocious than a starving hyena seeing a fat sheep. Seeing their arms waving wildly in the air, hearing their urgent roars, one can clearly feel how strong the desire of these zombies, who have not seen any living creatures for who knows how long, to pounce on Huan Chu and enjoy their meal to the fullest.

Eight! Huan Chu's gaze became more serious, and he tightly gripped the fire axe in his hand. Despite his skill and courage, facing eight towering zombies, even a brave person would feel nervous, with cold sweat even trickling from his palms. Huan Chu forced himself to calm down, measured the distance between himself and the zombie, then let out a low growl and, instead of retreating, moved forward, swinging the axe in his hand at the male zombie leading the pack.

The sound of blades piercing flesh rang out, and the zombie charging at the front fell to the ground, its body lying across between Huan Chu and a bald zombie. The bald zombie clearly did not expect its prey to fight back. It stumbled as it tripped over a body on the ground, taking a step back and creating some distance between itself and the zombie behind it.

Huan Chu acted without hesitation, turning sideways to face the bald zombie, adopting the posture of an ancient executioner, and with a swing of the large axe in his hand, he swiftly decapitated the zombie's bald head. Huan Chu did not continue to move forward randomly, but instead leaped backward, increasing the distance between him and the group of zombies.

Zombies are ultimately creatures that survive on instinct (should they be considered creatures?), the deaths of the two companions who rushed to the front did not make the six zombies behind them feel fear at all. Instead, the scent of blood in the air further aroused the zombies' bloodthirsty nature, and they howled as they charged towards Huan Chu.

At this moment, Huan Chu had already reached the edge of the shelf. With no way to retreat, he suddenly crouched down, reversed his body, and lifted the fire axe upside down, smashing it on the closest zombie's head. Taking advantage of the zombie's stagger, he managed to break free from the encirclement and appeared behind the group of zombies.

Six zombies hesitated and collided with the shelves, causing various goods to spill all over the floor. Huan Chu no longer dodged, he rushed forward, wielding the fire axe in his hand, and chopped off the head of the last zombie that had fallen.

Just as the remaining few zombies turned around and roared, rushing towards him again, Huan Chu was about to step back when he suddenly felt his feet slip, swaying and falling to the ground. When the zombie knocked down the shelves just now, a few glass balls rolled behind Huan Chu. In his retreat, he accidentally stepped on them, causing his entire movement to completely collapse.

With only five zombies left, grinning ferociously as they lunged towards him, Huan Chu sighed at his ill fate. He was about to roll away like a lazy donkey when suddenly everything went dark, and a figure appeared in front of him.

Queen Chen was shopping in the supermarket when she suddenly heard a noise coming from the warehouse behind. She quickly grabbed a knife and went to check, only to see Huan Chu stepping on glass beads and falling to the ground, with a zombie turning around and rushing towards him. She immediately stepped forward to shield Huan Chu.

Chen Wenwen held the broken water in her hand, her right foot stepping forward to meet the approaching zombie, hands gripping the knife, and in an instant, she reversed the broken water from bottom to top and slashed at the zombie's throat. With a flash of the blade, Chen Wenwen no longer looked back. Using her right foot as the axis, she rotated 50 degrees to face the zombie on the left front, raised the broken water to the top of her head, switched the knife to her left hand, and with her left foot slightly forward, she slashed towards the zombie from the left side.

In an instant, the two zombies' heads separated and fell softly to the ground. Chen Wenwen did not hesitate, transferred the broken sword to her right hand, took a half step forward with her right foot, faced the zombie in the middle, and swung the broken sword down from the upper right, cutting the zombie's neck.

It may sound slow, but in fact, it took less than 3 seconds for Huan Chu to dodge the remaining two zombies after the queen waved her sword. In just 3 seconds, the queen made three consecutive strikes, hitting three zombies without missing a beat. In terms of efficiency and cleanliness, she indeed outperformed Huan Chu by a lot. And the technique she used was clearly the seventh sword technique of Iaido - Sanpo-giri, which was the best way to deal with three opponents at once.

In the few seconds available, Huan Chu had already climbed to his feet. He first smashed the head of a zombie wearing a hat with an axe, causing it to pause for a few steps. Then he kicked it, making it stumble, and paid no attention to the struggling zombie on the ground wearing a hat. With a quick dodge to avoid the last standing zombie's lunge, he swung his axe backhand and chopped off its head.

At this moment, Chen Wenwen had already dealt with the hat-wearing zombie that had tripped Huan Chu to the ground, looking at Huan Chu with a smile that was not quite a smile. Huan Chu felt uneasy under her gaze and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" "

Chen Wenwen chuckled lightly, with a hint of charm in her eyes: "Should I say you are clever, or should I say you are cunning?" You might be the only person in the world who would think of tripping a zombie with your leg, right? "

Huan Chu heard the words, smiled awkwardly, but immediately resumed a serious look: "Miss, although this young hero knows that your admiration for this young hero is like an endless stream of water, but I still have to tell you, do not underestimate the experts in the world." "