Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 867 Gloves

The tires of the motorcycle rolled over the broken asphalt road, and the splashing gravel kept hitting the body of the motorcycle. Lin Xiaoman's palms were numb from holding the handlebars for a long time. The wind blew into her collar, bringing a disgusting stench. In the rearview mirror, the dense group of mutants was like a black tide, surging hundreds of meters behind her, and the roars were mixed with the screams of metal friction, as if they were going to swallow her. When turning the last intersection, the fuel tank of the motorcycle sounded an alarm. The rusty factory in the distance was dormant like a giant beast in the twilight, and the outer wall was covered with bullet holes and scratches. The three words "Safe Zone" written in red paint had been blurred, like dried blood. On June 2045, 6, the morning mist wrapped the undried rain on the asphalt road, weaving a layer of gray gauze over the city. Lin Xiaoman yawned and turned on the faucet. The moment the cold water splashed on her wrist, she was suddenly stunned - the water flow was much smaller than usual, making a strange "gurgling" sound, as if something was stuck in the pipe. "The 17nd simulation: a plan to deal with the urban water shortage crisis." She muttered to herself. This was one of the survival plans she had repeatedly deduced in the past six months. As a senior blogger with the forum ID "Doomsday Watcher", Lin Xiaoman's rental house was filled with emergency supplies in three storage rooms: vacuum-packed compressed biscuits piled up into a small mountain, water purification tablets were neatly arranged by year, and there was even a hand-cranked generator standing in the corner. The mobile phone vibrated on the washbasin, and the moment the screen lit up, the toothbrush in Lin Xiaoman's hand "clanged" into the sink. Push messages came like a tsunami: "Group conflict broke out at Tokyo Narita Airport", "Biting incident occurred on the London subway", "The World Health Organization held an emergency closed-door meeting". The top pop-up news made her pupils shrink suddenly - "The virus gene sequence and human DNA have produced an unknown fusion." Suddenly, there was a heavy banging sound in the corridor, as if something was scratching the fire door frantically. Lin Xiaoman held her breath and dragged out the tactical backpack from under the bed. The moment the zipper was opened, the smell of disinfectant alcohol mixed with the fiber smell of bandages hit her face. She quickly stuffed the satellite phone and multi-functional engineer shovel into the bag, and caught a glimpse of the "Doomsday Escape Route Map" posted on the wall. The abandoned factory in the south of the city circled in red was particularly eye-catching on the map. "Xiao... Xiaoman..." A hoarse call came from outside the door. Lin Xiaoman's fingers pressed the door handle tightly. Through the peephole, she saw Aunt Wang next door leaning against the fire hydrant crookedly. The once kind neighbor now had a strange gray-green skin, her nails grew wildly and curled like hooks, and the wound on her neck was faintly visible with blue tissue. "Bang!" Aunt Wang's forehead hit the door heavily, and her cloudy eyeballs almost fell out of her sockets. Lin Xiaoman took two steps back and hit the corner of the table with her lower back. Memories came flooding back: three days ago, someone in the community group said that their pet dog suddenly attacked its owner; yesterday, the convenience store owner gave change with trembling hands, and his wrist was wrapped in bloody gauze... These fragments that she regarded as urban legends were now connected into a horrifying truth. The phone suddenly made a shrill beep, and an anonymous text message popped up in the full screen of news: "Abandoned factory in the south of the city, safe zone, come quickly." There was no signature, no location, only a photo attached - a rusty iron door, and the word "survive" was crookedly written in red paint on the wall. Lin Xiaoman gritted his teeth, set the photo as the phone wallpaper, and stuffed two boxes of antibiotics into his backpack. The roars in the corridor became more and more frequent. Lin Xiaoman put on anti-cut gloves, and the moment he held the door handle, he heard his violent heartbeat that hurt his eardrums. As soon as the door opened a crack, the stench rushed in, and the three mutants pounced almost at the same time. The middle-aged man in the lead made a strange "ho ho" sound from his throat, and there were pieces of meat hanging between his broken teeth. "Fuck you!" Lin Xiaoman swung the engineer shovel, and the metal blade hit the other's temple fiercely. The mutant staggered back, and the back of his head hit the fire hydrant, and the blood splashed was a strange indigo blue. She took the opportunity to rush into the stairwell, but ran into another mutant head-on at the corner. It was a little girl who looked no more than ten years old. Tentacles wriggling out of her empty eye sockets and directly wrapped around her neck. At the critical moment, Lin Xiaoman pulled off the magnesium rod on her backpack and scratched it hard on the wall. Violent sparks splashed on the tentacles, and the little girl screamed shrilly and turned into a pool of mucus with black smoke. Lin Xiaoman fell to the ground, and her lungs almost exploded due to the violent panting. She touched the satellite phone in her pocket, but found that there was no signal. The glass door of the lobby on the first floor was shattered all over the floor, and the cold wind blew in with the smell of blood. Lin Xiaoman moved along the wall, and suddenly heard sobbing from the corner. She clenched her dagger and slowly poked her head out - three survivors were huddled in the elevator, and the young girl had bite marks on her calf. "Don't come over!" The girl's boyfriend raised his homemade spear, but his voice was trembling, "She has been bitten!" Lin Xiaoman froze in place. She saw the girl's desperate eyes, and saw her quietly reaching for the pistol on her boyfriend's waist. The next second, the gunshot exploded in the enclosed space, and the boyfriend's brains splattered on the elevator door. The girl immediately aimed at her temple and pulled the trigger. Lin Xiaoman covered her mouth, resisted the urge to vomit, and turned to rush to the parking lot. The heavy rain poured down at some point, and the accumulated water reflected the distorted neon lights. Lin Xiaoman ran wildly in the rain, and suddenly tripped over something. Looking down, it turned out to be a half-baby carriage, and the broken wheels were still turning slowly. The roar of a motorcycle came from afar. She looked up suddenly and saw a Harley Davidson parked at the entrance of the alley, with the car keys dangling on the ignition. "Who's there?" The man in the driver's seat wore goggles and pointed his gun at her forehead. Lin Xiaoman raised her hands, and the tactical backpack slipped off to reveal the first aid kit inside: "I know the Chengnan Factory! Do you need help?" The man was silent for a moment, and a little boy's head suddenly popped out of the back seat: "Dad, she has medicine!" When the motorcycle roared out of the parking lot, Lin Xiaoman hugged the back seat tightly. She looked back and saw countless mutants pouring out from every corner, merging into a surging black wave in the rain. The man's voice mixed with the sound of rain came: "My name is Chen Yuan, my daughter is waiting for me at the factory... If you are in danger, press this!" He pointed to the red button on the handlebar, which was a modified sonic transmitter. Heavy rain washed the windshield, and Lin Xiaoman suddenly remembered a popular post on the forum: "If the end of the world comes, what do you most regret not doing?" Her reply at the time was: "I didn't have time to convert the basement into a shelter." At this moment, she looked at the dark road ahead and felt for the first time that perhaps being alive was the greatest luck.