Chapter 41
The water on Lu Jia's head dripped onto Su Mo's arm and quickly evaporated, sliding off her arm.
She squatted down and wiped the tears off Su Mo's face, then gently touched her head.
"Good girl, let's go rest, okay?"
As she said that, one of her hands reached directly from Su Mo's knee, while her other hand supported Su Mo's back, and she effortlessly lifted the person who couldn't oppose her words horizontally.
Whether it was because Su Mo was light or because of Lu Jia's increased strength, now lifting Su Mo felt as easy as picking up a cup of tea for Lu Jia.
Looking at the person lying on the bed, this was the first time Su Mo had her head on Lu Jia's arm, it used to be the other way around.
Su Mo turned to face Lu Jia, gently resting her head against her, while silently enjoying the caress of Lu Jia's hand on her back.
She really liked Lu Jia's caress, and she also liked the words Lu Jia said, "Don't be afraid." Her understanding told her that as long as she followed Lu Jia, those strange scenes wouldn't happen again and wouldn't affect her anymore.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but rub her forehead against Lu Jia's chest, which made the person who was being tickled unable to hold back laughter.
And this kind of laughter made her involuntarily raise her head and look up.
Suppressing her laughter, feeling Su Mo's gaze, Lu Jia involuntarily tightened her hold on Su Mo's hand and said, "Alright, sleep now."
Under her touch, Su Mo couldn't help but close her eyes and rest.
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Standing in the city center, far away from F University, there was a bustling department store. In the past, this place was always filled with crowds and congested traffic, but now, when you look at it, there is only a group of zombies trying to break into the department store to have a feast.
They were roaring around the building, constantly hitting various entrances and exits of the department store. The doors trembled and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing, causing the boxes and cabinets piled up at the entrance to also "tremble" along with it.
Outside the department store, all the entrances were firmly blocked by important items, except for a small passage used by employees, where there were few obstacles.
On that slightly wider pathway, there were dozens of people. Each of them held iron rods and knives, guarding this small door, waiting for orders.
Outside the little gate, there were many people with knives, killing zombies. They worked together, each person doing their part, and they became more skilled at cooperating with each other.
The little gate was the only entrance and exit. It was always well covered, but there was always the possibility of zombies finding it. If it was just one or two, it would be fine, but if there were too many zombies, the members would have to go out and eliminate them, all with the goal of protecting the only passage through the little gate.
The most obvious difference between the people outside the gate and those inside was the color of their shirts. The people outside wore white shirts, long or short sleeves, while the people inside wore red.
At this moment, the people outside were fighting, while the people behind the gate were waiting. They stayed calm because this kind of action had become a habit for them, except for one person.
Among them stood a young man, his face slightly pale, and his forehead covered in sweat. He kept wiping his sweat at a constant rate.
He kept swallowing saliva, with fear in his eyes and a trembling body, expressing his current emotions fully.
The people around occasionally glanced at him due to his actions, but quickly averted their eyes. They knew he was a newcomer who was wiping his sweat, and according to their group's rules, they needed to take care of the newcomer after their first experience.
They also knew they had to keep an eye on the guy who was still trembling if they were going out later, but they wouldn't actively say anything because they had become numb to it.
Moreover, if the situation got out of control, injuries and deaths were unavoidable. So, to avoid making promises they might not be able to keep, usually nobody would say anything proactively.
"Dong~ dong~ dong~"
Following the zombies falling outside the door, there were three knocks on the iron door. Hearing that sound, the young man couldn't help but shudder, because it meant that it was time for a shift change. Everyone had limited energy, so the shift system was fully utilized here.
Standing beside the young man with a crew cut, looking at the scared rookie next to him, the crew cut was reminded of his own past in an instant, so his expression softened.
"What are you doing? Hurry up!" The people outside the iron door might have become impatient because the door was not opened in time.
Listening to the urging from the other side, Wu Zhaoan withdrew his gaze from the rookie and raised his voice a bit, "Alright, open the door, everyone get ready, we're going out!"
Upon hearing his words, everyone involuntarily tightened their grip on the tools in their hands. As the door slowly opened, the first thing that caught their eyes was a pair of eyes without pupils.
The person at the front who opened the door, upon seeing this scene, instinctively stepped back, stumbled a few times, and was finally helped by someone else. Their face turned pale, clearly terrified.
The young man who was already scared, upon seeing this scene, screamed and dropped the iron rod in his hand, making a loud noise as it hit the ground.
Eventually, the door was pushed open by the people outside. The so-called eyes without pupils were actually just coming from a head. The man at the door was gripping the hair on the head and holding it up high, just like a trophy.
Look carefully, the left side of the face of that head has even sunk directly into the facial bones. Only the presence of the left ear reminds us that the left side of the face of this head is sunken. Without the left ear, this head would look like the left side of the face has been cut off, with the nose as the center point.
Following that head, grayish-white substance drips from it and forms small round blobs on the ground, like soy milk.
This is obviously a zombie that only has a head left and is already declared dead. They pose no threat anymore.
Inside the house, the people who realized they were being teased all looked at the bald person standing at the door. On the bald person's forehead are three skull tattoos, and the corners of the mouth have black lines that follow the shape of the mouth, creating a sinister smile. When the lips are closed, it looks like a grotesque character from a cartoon.
The bald man, evidently ignoring the angry gazes from the people inside the house, had a proud expression. "Hey, you have the guts of a woman. No wonder you're in Second Team, under the command of the boss," his words were disgusting.
"You! Damn it, what makes you Third Team trash, lower-ranked waste compared to us," someone inside the house couldn't stand it anymore.
Everyone's ranking is determined from the beginning and goes down. They, as members of Second Team, naturally have a higher ranking than the bald man who belongs to Third Team.
"Fatso, say that again."
"So what if I say it again?"
Gradually, the two of them started showing signs of arguing, but in the end, Wu Zhaoan inside the house stopped the argument.
"Alright, stop arguing. Fighting zombies is important, but so is getting along," said Wu Zhaoan. His words made the people in the house quiet down.
But the people outside clearly looked down on Wu Zhaoan even more, "Hmph...a person who gets scared at the sight of zombies and yet is given an important role. The skill level of your Second Team is truly a joke."
He mocked relentlessly, but Wu Zhaoan showed no sign of anger towards his words. He only picked up the tool that the young man who dropped it had lost and handed it back to him, giving him a pat on the shoulder in the process.
"Alright, everyone, let's go outside."
Under his lead, one after another, the group left through the iron gate and entered the cleaning operation. The bald man who had originally taunted them watched as they worked on their tasks and didn't dare to act too recklessly.
He casually tossed the zombie head he held to the ground nearby, wiped his hands, and spat on the ground. On his bony hand, there was a faint red mark that could barely be seen.
He casually threw the tissue outside, then followed the rest of the team as they entered the building.
On the third floor of the building, inside a clothing store, a short-haired girl was sitting with her head down, earnestly looking at a handwritten relocation plan.
Although the department store has enough food for now because of the supermarket, it's becoming difficult to survive here with the increasing number of people. Also, there are very few buildings in this place that can be used to defend against zombies, and there is no complete barrier.
Moreover, it's very difficult for everyone here to set up traps because there are too many zombies around. Once they start working on it, it will definitely attract hordes of zombies. According to the investigation, there seems to be an increase in zombie attacks and numbers recently.
In order to avoid staying here and waiting for death, and to find a better place to live, the so-called upper-class people organized a meeting and proposed a relocation plan.
And now, the paper Cheng Du has in her hand details several suitable locations that are not too far from here.
As she looked at the recommended locations, her eyes finally fell on the words "F University Engineering and Technology." She couldn't express the feelings in her heart, but she was somehow uneasy. Therefore, she didn't clearly express her attitude towards the relocation during the meeting.
"Knock, knock."
While she was worried about this matter, she heard a knocking sound from outside. However, before she could respond, someone opened the door from outside.
Looking at the open door, in Cheng Du's understanding, there was only one person who would come in directly after knocking.
Next, a girl wearing a white floral dress smoothly caught her eye. It was indeed the person she had been thinking of.
