Trapped

The motorcycle was blazingly fast. The modified engine roared, quickly pushing its speed to a hundred kilometers per hour.

Clark rode without a helmet, his expression unchanged. The high-speed wind rushing towards him had no effect, and he faintly heard someone shouting from the residential area behind him. However, even if he could make out what they were saying, he wouldn't stop.

The modified bike was like a black blur, racing along the circular city road. Along the way, wrecked cars and gruesome corpses were scattered everywhere. Limbs hung from the guardrails like fresh cuts of meat.

Clark, relying on his awakened reflexes, easily maneuvered the bike, deftly avoiding obstacles along the road. Despite not being a skilled motorcycle rider, his superhuman reflexes gave him driving abilities that could rival top-notch race car drivers.

On the circular highway, a silver RV was stranded. A man and a woman were cautiously standing on top of it, trapped for a day and night with no food or water. Fear and hunger had almost broken their will. Beside the RV, the original driver and other passengers had turned into zombies.

Four zombies relentlessly clawed and snarled, craving flesh. With each collision, the shaking of the RV prompted the balding man on top to let out a scream.

On the roof, another girl, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, looked youthful and cute. Unlike the middle-aged man's panic, she was gripping the antenna on the roof tightly to prevent herself from falling.

"We can't stay here any longer. Without water and food, we'll waste away even if we survive this," the girl named Lynn said, trying to remain composed. She couldn't help but want to discuss a plan with the balding man, Alvin.

Alvin, her company's boss, didn't respond. He remained in a state of shock, frantically looking around.

Watching Alvin's distraught state, Lynn couldn't help but sigh lightly. She hadn't expected Alvin, who was much older, to be less composed than her. He was lecherous and timid.

A day ago, during a company outing, Alvin had tried everything to convince her to go to KTV with him, but she had suggested an outdoor picnic as an alternative. Lynn could easily guess what a man of his age might do.

Lynn paid no further attention to Alvin's loud cries for help and instead rubbed her sore ankles. On her slender, fair ankles, there were some bruised areas, the result of an accidental bump while climbing onto the roof.

"Help! Is there anyone here to save us?" Alvin had been shouting for so long that his throat felt like it was on fire. Exhausted and fearful, he finally stopped shouting.

His gaze turned to Lynn, who was sitting on the roof, absentmindedly massaging her shapely legs with her fingertips.

"Lynn, it looks like you're injured," Alvin said with difficulty as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He had long been envious of Lynn. She was young and beautiful, unlike the aging women in the company, and he had heard she graduated from a prestigious university.

"I'll help you massage it," he said, unable to resist the urge to hold her delicate feet in his hands and knead them.

Lynn's expression turned wary, and she immediately stood up. "There's no need for that. You should worry about yourself!" She glared at the man with disgust. Timid and lecherous. In this situation, he still couldn't control his inappropriate desires.

Alvin didn't care at all, his eyes scanning Lynn's body intently, desire emanating from him. He had been shouting all day, and in this chaotic world, it seemed things had gone awry. If he couldn't survive, he still wanted to have some pleasure before dying, even if it meant dragging someone along to share the loneliness!

The atmosphere grew tense. Lynn's expression turned cold as she noticed Alvin's change. Both of them were on top of a car now, and if they started fighting and resisting, they could easily fall into the horde of zombies below. But even in death, she wouldn't let this older man touch her. What should she do?

Alvin's will wavered for a moment, his fantasies dissipating his fear. He couldn't restrain himself any longer and began to unbuckle his belt, reaching his right hand towards Lynn.

Suddenly, the car jolted violently. Caught off guard, he tumbled backward on the car roof. The zombies below immediately went into a frenzy, clawing and leaping upwards, extending their rotting arms in an attempt to pull him down, hungry for a meal.

The decaying fingertips of the zombies touched his neck, sending a shock through him. Alvin let out a piercing scream and scrambled to sit up. After a moment, he frantically turned his head in all directions, as if realizing something.

"Please, quickly check me! Have I been scratched or bitten?" Alvin's voice trembled with a pleading tone. "I beg you, please take a look!"

He couldn't see if he had been scratched by the zombies behind his neck, so he could only turn to Lynn, who was on the roof with him, for help.

"No," Lynn replied indifferently, exhaling softly. A hint of unease flashed in her eyes but was quickly concealed.

Alvin let out a long breath, his highly tense nerves suddenly relaxing. It felt like a close call. He'd rather die than become a zombie.

Last night, Alvin had seen a coworker in the same car get scratched on the face by a zombie, and within ten minutes, they had rapidly transformed into one. Their flesh decayed and rotted, emitting a foul stench. If he hadn't reacted quickly and hidden on the car roof, that half-footed corpse on the ground would have been his fate.

"I just remembered something. There's food in the nearby car, and the keys are still in the ignition. The sunroof is open, but it's covered by a sunshade," Lynn suddenly spoke up, addressing Alvin.

"Jump over there; there's a chance you'll survive. One kick should be enough to break through that thing. If we stay here, there'll be no hope once the temperature drops at night," Lynn said calmly, stating the facts. Her right hand was behind her back, tightly clutching a bunch of keys.

Alvin's eyes lit up at her words and he quickly looked at the adjacent RV. He had noticed that car earlier, and now Lynn was saying the sunroof was open, which meant they could get in from the roof! He hesitated, torn, as the distance was a bit far, and he didn't dare to jump.

After Lynn finished speaking, she didn't look at Alvin again but patiently conserved her energy. She couldn't help but smile bitterly. The sunroof wasn't open, and she still had the keys.

Deceiving Alvin into jumping over and then luring the zombies away by driving was a flawed plan, but it was the only option she had right now. If they stayed here any longer, both of them would die. Well, she should say one person, as Alvin was already infected. She had seen the tiny wound on the back of his neck.

"Why don't you jump if you know? Why don't you go over?" Alvin asked suspiciously, then couldn't help but scratch his arm.

"How about this, I can jump over first. You take off your clothes and let me have some fun first," Alvin spoke up suddenly, not bothering to hide his thoughts, but he still couldn't bring himself to go over there for the moment.

Lynn's gaze turned cold, and she remained silent. Her right hand concealed behind her back, she slowly felt for a utility knife among the keys.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine grew louder, approaching rapidly from a distance. The two on the car roof couldn't believe their ears. After clearly hearing the sound, they both raised their heads in unison, their faces filled with joy. A vehicle was coming!

Alvin quickly stood upright, desperately waving his hands, trying to catch Clark's attention.

"Help! Help!" Alvin screamed at the top of his lungs, afraid that his voice might not be loud enough. With a dry mouth and parched tongue, his voice sounded like a male duck being strangled.