Among the Dead 4

"Ahhhh!"

"What should we do? We're surrounded. I don't want to die being eaten by walkers."

"Help!"

"Dad, Mom, I'm scared!"

...

In one of the buses trapped in the horde of walkers, Ezekiel looked at the chaos inside the bus he was leading and felt a chill. He glanced at Jerry, who stood beside him, observing the behavior of these people. At this moment, Jerry held a huge ax and occasionally looked at Ezekiel as if waiting for an order.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"We need to find a way to calm these people down first. This commotion doesn't benefit us in any way."

"But what should I do exactly? I feel that with ordinary methods, it would be difficult to calm these people. We have to take a firm approach."

Upon hearing those words from his subordinate, Ezekiel pondered for a moment about what he would do next and looked towards the back of the bus, where two soldiers stood in full Arm-3J combat uniforms.

Pointing to the weapon at his waist, the soldiers seemed to understand what their captain meant and nodded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Shut the hell up right now!"

There was a sound of bullets being fired into the ground, accompanied by a loud shout. Some people in the noisy crowd unconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw the soldiers who had been silently guarding on both sides pointing their weapons at them.

Feeling their hearts stop, all the people quickly crouched down and hid in their seats. At the same time, they reached out their hands to grab their family members and friends who were still making noise, indicating them to be quiet.

Then, like dominoes, one by one, they were pulled back by their companions and sat down.

However, there were still some people who didn't move, simply standing there and looking at Ezekiel.

"Are you going to shoot us?"

Ezekiel knew these people. They were the same people who were carrying boxes and large bags out of the Kiano community and planned to bring in more supplies. Although they all have families, and their wives want them to sit obediently, these people are still angry about being forced to discard the supplies.

Ezekiel looked at the much quieter compartment and began to walk towards them with a gun in his hand.

"No, you're mistaken. This weapon will kill anyone who threatens the safety of my comrades, regardless of their purpose. Do you want to test it?"

As his words fell, the scene fell into a brief deadlock. Seeing that the few people didn't move, Ezekiel simply raised the weapon in his hand again. His eyes were extremely firm and cold. Several people bet that this man wouldn't hesitate to shoot with his weapon.

The man standing in the front seemed to feel increasing pressure. Seeing Ezekiel getting closer and closer, he finally couldn't bear the pressure and sat down with a disgusted look on his face.

Seeing someone taking the initiative, the rest of the people stopped insisting and also sat down in silence.

"Listen, I know the situation outside isn't optimistic, but believe me, both we who are here with you and the others outside are already working to get us out of this place. Your screams filled with terror won't solve the problem, but only make it much bigger. So, what everyone must do now is remain silent and not make any noise until the problem is resolved."

Having said that, Ezekiel holstered his weapon, extended his hand, and gently patted one of the interior walls of the truck.

"Furthermore, all our buses have been modified. Those simple walkers can't break through such heavy armor, so now you are absolutely safe."

"So, when will someone come to rescue us? What if they decide to abandon us?"

Apparently, some people were still worried and openly voiced the concerns of all the survivors in the Kiano community.

But Ezekiel knew very well that if these people couldn't be completely appeased, then there would definitely be bigger problems in the future. Seeing that some people in the crowd couldn't help but start questioning their safety, he could only continue to explain.

"We are also in this truck, aren't we? Now we are in the same dangerous situation, so I assure you that everyone here will be safe. All you have to do is wait silently for the moment and help the people outside do their job."

"But you must stay quiet. These walkers are very sensitive to sound. Once they hear the sound of the vehicle, it will greatly hinder subsequent rescue operations." Jerry nodded beside him, lending credibility to these words.

This persuasive persuasion finally had an effect on the crowd, so the place finally fell silent, and Ezekiel now had time to observe the situation outside.

The bus is not as short as a Humvee, which means the undead cannot reach the window at all. This also allows him to look at the dense crowd of walkers outside, who appear like crushed cans in the moonlight.

But what reassured him a bit was that most of the vehicles seemed to have escaped much faster and were not surrounded by walkers, which meant that Airon and the others must have made it out.

He unconsciously took out the radio to contact other people, but he didn't expect that a voice would come out of the radio first.

"Zz... Which buses are trapped by the horde of walkers?"

"Zz... This is Ezekiel, we are trapped. Based on the current situation, the tide of undead is quite large. You must find a way to rescue us because we cannot get out on our own."

"Zz... Understood, keep quiet and wait for us to divert the horde."

"Zz... Understood."

While Ezekiel and his group were calming down the survivors, the other bus that followed Glenn was much quieter, but after Michonne revealed her sword, these people quickly calmed down.

...

Airon's truck, leading the way, was filled with pieces of walkers, and the convoy stopped at a distance of over two hundred meters.

Since most of the people in charge were assigned to the rest of the vehicles, only Daryl and Nick remained next to Airon at this moment. Fortunately, most of the soldiers had left.

"Airon, why don't I lead someone to lure these damn things away?"

It can be said that people hate these rotten walkers who only know how to wander and eat, especially Daryl. He seems to have a natural aversion to the undead from the beginning, and many people speculate that one of the reasons for this is that these walkers who only know how to eat had taken away many prey in the wild, and these losses were a significant amount of food.

Airon, wearing night vision goggles, didn't immediately respond to the request, but instead carefully observed the movements of the walkers.

As we all know, when a group of walkers crosses the border, only a small group of walkers appears at first, and the group of undead becomes broader as it progresses. Then there is a peak period for a while, and finally, it gradually decreases until they are gone.

But if you look closely now, you will find that this horde has not yet reached its peak, which means that there is more to come.

"Based on the current situation, the number of walkers will not be less than seven or eight thousand. How can there be so many?"

Airon stood on the roof of the car, murmuring to himself as he looked at the seemingly endless group of walkers until Daryl also climbed onto the truck's roof.

He signaled to wait, didn't give an order right away, and continued to observe for a while. The situation was not developing in a good direction. It seemed that due to the earlier screams, the walkers surrounding the trucks kept hitting the truck's structure.

"Tell the snipers to watch the dense crowd of walkers for heat signatures. There could be Whisperers in that horde." Airon finally voiced his concerns.

The encirclement is getting larger, and the walkers at the back can't get in at all, but they still persistently move forward. Many walkers get crushed in the crowd and fall to the ground.

However, compared to the standing walkers, these were, at best, a distraction. Making a decision, Airon looked at the soldiers waiting for orders and said:

"Send five teams, two of them go and lure the group of walkers that have not yet formed a tight cluster, and the rest divide into three directions. They have to attract as many walkers as possible."

"Go armed and ready. There may be people in the group of walkers moving with masks of the undead, so I want you to move quickly and in groups of no fewer than five people."

"If you can catch one of the people blending in with the walkers, do it and bring them back alive." Airon turned towards the distance and pointed, "But if it doesn't seem optimal, eliminate all the living among the dead."

"Yes, sir."