A decision (6)

The bullet from his rifle shot out with force, and the man chasing him heard the sound and moved his head to the side. However, the bullet was not aimed at his head, but at his chest.

Boom!

When the bullet hit his body, the man fell forcefully onto his back, and Daryl, sweating coldly, advanced and continued shooting at the man on the ground, again and again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Number Seven was dead...

...

Getting rid of his pursuers, Daryl quickly walked through the alley and soon ran across to the avenue on the other side. He looked left and right at the walkers on this path, and there weren't many of those figures. After thinking for a moment, he took a slow detour back.

But before Daryl could walk any further, the frequent and dense sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind him, making him feel angry and uneasy. When he turned his head to look, he saw a figure approaching him at an exaggerated speed.

"What the hell is this!"

Daryl's pupils contracted for a moment. Unconsciously, he stopped and quickly turned his rifle to shoot at the figure.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A barrage of bullets shot out of Daryl's rifle barrel and flew towards the figure. However, the movements under the feet of the new figure with Number Eight on their forehead were extremely sensitive. They quickly adjusted the angle, and their figure shifted to the right, easily evading the bullet's reach.

No matter how Daryl rotated his weapon, he couldn't inflict any harm.

Crack!

Under such frequent shots, the bullets in the rifle's magazine were quickly depleted. Seeing this situation, Number Eight smiled triumphantly. They effortlessly dodged the approaching rifle and jumped to kick Daryl in the head.

Sssshp!

Being kicked by this kick, the pain made Daryl gasp, but he still rolled forward with a quick reaction to alleviate the force of the attack. He picked up a brick from the ground and threw it behind him.

In such a narrow alley, no matter how sensitive Number Eight's legs were, they couldn't avoid all the attacks. They received a blow to the raised elbow.

"Ahhhhh!"

Daryl also realized the distance, so he knew he couldn't reload the rifle. He pulled out a knife to take the offensive.

Seeing this, Number Eight also drew their dagger, cutting the thick wooden stick that hit them three times and attacked Daryl's chest.

But in these few fights, Daryl had already formed his own thoughts about it. He was a little surprised that the obvious opponent was not an ordinary person who moved extremely fast. Number Eight's fighting skills and upper limb movements were no different from those of ordinary soldiers.

Still, Daryl felt that Number Eight wasn't as strong as Number Four, so he felt a little more confident.

Seeing that the opponent didn't seem as powerful as he had imagined, Daryl's confidence increased for a moment. He wrapped his left hand with a bandage and grabbed the dagger heading towards him, pulling forcefully backward and attacking with his elbow.

Number Eight truly didn't expect a survivor to have such skills. Although a bit surprised, they reacted quickly. As soon as their back was close to the wall, they raised a foot against Daryl's chest, always protecting their chest.

The two were entangled with each other in such a narrow path, and for a while, neither could harm the other.

Just as the battle between the two reached a stalemate, another figure in black combat uniform approached silently.

Number Four took their own shotgun, loaded it with ammunition one by one, and slowly walked towards the two. They raised the shotgun to aim at them as they walked, as if they didn't care about their teammates at all.

Such a situation is incredible for others, but for those who value camaraderie, it can be said that No. 4 bears no psychological burden and finally pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Daryl witnessed this entire scene, his pupils contracting for a moment as he looked at the black barrel of the gun. Quickly, he threw his arms to the sides, using the woman behind him as a shield.

Boom!

With the roar of the shotgun, all the shattered bullets bombarded No. 8's back. Though there was still no change in his expression, his body seemed incapable of exerting its strength.

And Daryl, who was hiding in front of him, seemed to have been blessed with a luck attribute. He perfectly dodged the damaged bullet and suffered no harm. His body was not struck by the shotgun's impact, and he ran forward a few steps.

But in this way, without No. 8's interference, Daryl gained some time. Dodging the opponent's dagger, he forcefully pushed the person and threw the dagger in their hand back with strength.

No. 4 did not expect to be attacked instead of No. 8, but he quickly adjusted, pressing the barrel of the gun to shoot at his enemy's leg.

But before he could pull the trigger, he saw a dagger thrown directly at him, piercing through his head and then falling to the ground.

Daryl simply stood there, looking at the enemy that he had easily killed with a strange expression, countless question marks filling his mind.

With the dagger thrown like that, the opponent obviously had enough time to dodge or resist, which clearly did not match the fighting skills he had demonstrated earlier.

"Damn!"

But before Daryl could think of anything, a faint pulling sound brought him back to reality in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the grenade in his enemy's hand, Daryl instinctively ran backward and then fell to the ground forcefully.

Boom!

At the same time, the explosion and impact of the grenade also spread. Although most of the shrapnel was avoided, some hit Daryl's body.

Feeling the sharp pain in his body, Daryl shook his still somewhat confused head and got up from the ground with support.

Looking back, he saw that the place where the battle had taken place was now burnt, the limbs of the two corpses broken from the bombardment. An unknown liquid flowed from inside the backpacks on their bodies, and all the firearms next to them were discarded.

Roar!

Seeing this situation, Daryl frowned slightly and thought it was a pity. He quickly left the scene and moved in the direction he came from.

...

At the same time.

"Hahaha..."

"Is your name Alisa, girl?"

Alisa gasped and ran through the small village, her clothes drenched in sweat. But panic and fear compelled her to keep moving forward without daring to stop.

Even in her exhausted state, she continued running forward with fear, and as time passed, her speed increased.

Alisa, who could no longer keep up the pace, slowed down a bit and started nibbling on the food she took out of her arms.

Thinking about the gunshots she had heard moments ago, knowing that her younger brother might be in danger at that time, tears began to uncontrollably fall.

"Ouch!"

As tension escalated, a sharp pain in her leg made Alisa stop and look down.

She saw a long cut on her calf at some point, and the scarlet blood soaked her pant leg and fell to the ground.

Seeing this situation, Alisa's body froze for a moment, and her gaze followed the bloodstain backward. She saw a long intermittent line made of blood on the path she had come from, and three people in combat uniforms with numbers on their foreheads advancing slowly.

"No, no!"

She suddenly noticed the three figures.

But before she could take a step forward, the shot rang out prematurely, and a bullet had already accurately pierced her right leg.

"Ahhh!"