Chapter 4 I am on a livestream?!

"Help! Help me..."

The little girl was wearing a red dress and holding a small green dinosaur in her arms. She had lost her shoes and was running on the road covered in debris and stones in bare dirty feet. Everywhere she stepped, she left little bloody footprints.

As she ran, she looked back in horror, followed closely by a horde of zombies.

"Fuck!" Michael cursed and walked forward to face the zombies without fear.

Instead of being frightened, he shouted loudly, "You were still drinking your mother's milk when I started playing tricks! What the hell is this place? Show me who's in charge!"

Zoe tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The little girl threw herself into Zoe's arms. Just as Zoe protected the little girl behind her, she found that the zombies were already right in front of her.

Michael caught a hand trying to grab the girl's collar and stared into the zombie's pale, dusty face.

He was so bold that even in the presence of such a scary, unrecognizable face he was fearless. Instead, he became even more grumpy.

"Isn't special effects makeup expensive? Get your crew out here! Explain to me what the fuck is going on!" Michael yelled.

The zombie Michael was dragging away kept struggling, but Michael wouldn't release him. As they fought against each other, the man struggled hard, causing his arm to snap off.

Holding half an arm, Michael froze on the spot.

He looked at the forearm he held in his hand. There was stinky and rotten flesh with little elasticity and half-dried smelly blood surrounding a white bone.

Upon seeing this, Michael and his partners figured out that something was wrong.

Michael was about to speak when the zombie whose arm he had torn off suddenly opened its mouth.

It opened its mouth so wide and hard that the flesh around it was immediately ripped apart, making it look much bigger than an ordinary person's.

As the slow-moving monster bit, its movement was surprisingly fast.

Before Michael could come to his senses, it ferociously bit down toward his thick neck, and its black-gray teeth sunk deep into his skin.

Unlike its frail arm, its teeth were like steel tongs, ripping open Michael's rough skin and strong muscles.

Michael screamed, and blood gushed out of his body and sprayed Steve's face standing next to him.

"They… they're real zombies!" Steve shrieked.

Zoe picked up the little girl. Driven by fear, she and her three other partners turned around and ran away quickly.

Michael used to be part of a league of professional wrestlers and his muscles were as hard as stone. He had once fought against three gangsters all on his own, but he had never lost.

However, now he was barehanded and powerless to fight back against these biting zombies.

Smelling fresh flesh and blood, the zombies swarmed over and swallowed Michael in an instant.

Michael's screams soon disappeared, and only the horrifying sound of the zombies' feeding frenzy reached Steve's ears.

One of the zombies took a piece of red liver in its hands and chewed on it.

The scene made Steve feel nauseous and dizzy. He stumbled backward and nearly fell over. He was too slow to get away, and his ankle was caught by a cold hand.

Steve looked back in horror and saw that a zombie had casually bitten into his ankle.

He let out a heart-rending shout, "No!"

Hearing his scream, Zoe tried to turn around and save him, only to find that the horde of zombies was actually just a small group.

A low, gray wall was moving slowly toward them from a distance, which turned out to be thousands of monsters.

Zoe was stunned for a moment.

"Ahh! Help! Help me!"

Steve screamed like a pig being slaughtered. His ankles had been chewed apart, and only his calves remained. Blood gushed out of the stumps of his legs, covering the ground with blood in an instant.

His sweaty face had turned purple. Dragged to the ground, he turned around and tried to scramble away, trying his best to claw his way forward.

However, no matter how hard he struggled, he kept being dragged back again and again.

Steve's heartrending screams made Zoe's eyelids twitch.

She was about to put down the little girl in her arms and let her escape by herself so she could go back to save her partners when a gunshot sounded.

The head of the zombie biting Steve was hit, forming a cloud of bloody mist. The zombie instantly became immobile.

Zoe twisted her head around in bewilderment, her hand on the right leg.

Several gunshots rang out and the swarm of zombies was blown to pieces.

Zoe watched in amazement as Jason ran against her fleeing partners toward her and the little girl.

Jason had no idea why he was risking his life to save these strangers.

Perhaps it was because he was dying, or perhaps it was because he was born with compassion.

When he had seen Steve get surrounded by the zombies, he'd recalled the times that he'd been bullied and ridiculed by others for being weak.

"Since I'm going to die anyway..."

Jason said to himself, "Then what have I got to be scared of?"

Jason jumped to his feet, yelled, and did his utmost to kick the head off the zombie desperately biting into the back of Steve's neck.

The head flew through the air in an arc and landed on the ground some distance away, its jaw still mechanically clenching the flesh in its mouth.

Jason was taken aback. He hadn't expected that he could kick its head off.

How come I'm so strong?

He suddenly recalled the feeling he'd had when the warm current surged through his body after he'd touched the toolbox.

Had the toolbox given him a buff or something?

No wonder his marksmanship wasn't beginner-level like it should have been.

After Jason discovered he had more power than he dared to imagine, his blood boiled. He clenched his fist and threw a punch at a zombie's face, smashing it to pieces.

Jason heroically fought the zombies, completely unaware that the number of spectators in his Livestream had started to creep up...

[Spectators in Jason's Livestream: 1, 5, 28, 35…]