Chapter-33

There is a road located approximately 15 kilometres away from the fortress that is associated with Michellien.

It was once a busy commercial street that included entertainment as well as financial and industrial establishments. In addition, there are a great number of shops in this region, and a bewildering assortment of enormous billboards has almost completely obscured the skyline.

This region, which has not been exposed to sunlight for a significant amount of time, has developed into a "summer resort" for a wide variety of mutant monsters.

Because of the high population density that had previously inhabited that street, it was naturally one of the areas that was severely impacted by the black rain.

Because a significant number of people in the area are also infected with the disease.

"Living corpses" are the name given to more than ninety percent of the bloodthirsty monsters created by humans that mutated as a result of being infected by black rain.

The survivors refer to them as "living corpses" due to the fact that they have completely lost the characteristics that distinguish a living person, but they are still capable of eating, acting, and even mating.

Living corpses are analogous to the "walking dead" depicted in classic horror films. These zombies have severe skin rot and peeling, exposing crimson muscle tissue; however, despite having broken legs and arms, they are still able to carry on with their normal activities.

They are immune to pain and have no fear of death; instead, they are bloodthirsty just like living things.

Whether you were a beautiful white-collar worker, manager, or president of a company five years ago or a tattered, unkempt beggar under a flyover, the consciousness of their lifetime has long since ceased to exist. This holds true regardless of your current appearance.

Now that they have been turned into the walking dead, they will either wander around aimlessly in search of food or engage in fierce competition with one another for the privilege of mating with female living corpses.

And the zombies in the movie are much slower than these living corpses that have been infected by the black rain, which is another way in which the zombies here differ from the zombies in the movie.

The living corpses of this age are, for the most part, the best athletes in a variety of different sports, including the 100-meter dash, the marathon, the triathlon, the high jump, and even swimming...

As soon as you are discovered by the keen sense of smell and vision of those living corpses, they will ignore any obstacles in their path and charge at you at a crazy speed of less than ten seconds from a distance of one hundred metres, until they stab you to the bones...

Before you go hunting for live corpses, you need to determine whether or not you can get away from them.

Alex was on his way to the living dead street at this time, which was less than one kilometre away.

He decided to take on this extremely challenging assignment.

If it happened before, then he definitely went back the way he came and left. He would not go on this mission that would end in his death just to deliver a message to the fortress.

But things are different now. Because he possesses this extraordinary ability, he ought to be able to engage in combat with the lone dead corpse.

And the Doomsday-Virus seems to be subtly suggesting, at some level of consciousness, that those living bodies are some kind of "delicious food," so you shouldn't let them go...

Not only did Alex undertake this responsibility on his own, but a great number of other refugees also endeavoured to acquire this "ticket" to a stable life.

Humans have a tendency to congregate in groups in order to accomplish difficult hunting tasks together, regardless of where they are.

There is not an exception made here. One hundred metres in front of Alex is a makeshift group of somewhere between two and thirty other survivors who are also making their way towards the land of the living dead.

One person by themselves lacks the intestinal fortitude to confront the ghastly zombies, but a group of people is a different story. They are still aware of the factors that contribute to the increased power of the people. Even if they pass away, there is at least some sort of safety net...

However, Cooling did not wish to be with the people who were aimlessly wandering in front of him. Finding the dead bodies was already a difficult task. He didn't want to waste his mental energy trying to deal with the temporary companions who were acting badly around him.

They have gradually entered a dangerous area that is blocked by sunlight with dense advertising signs by the time they are less than 500 metres away from their destination.

Alex witnessed the leading team, which was still full of confidence; however, just as they were about to enter the terrible and horrifying place, they stopped and lingered between the light and the darkness.

At the intersection of daylight and night, there is a place that feels like both heaven and hell. If you take the wrong action, you will get stuck in the same cycle forever.

They all want to remain seated and take advantage of the opportunity to pick a fight, but not one of them wants to be the one to take the first step into this land of the living dead.

Even murdering teammates and stealing the match from them is a significant improvement over having to deal with the ghastly, bloodthirsty corpses.

Alex took a look at the refugees in front of you who were the ones who pushed me, and he realised that no one wants to be the first victim.

Alex is waiting to see who will begin to attack the people around him first while he anticipates the occurrence of all of these events.

The outcome was significantly different. After having been in this temporary formation of the exile team for close to 5 minutes, some of them began to fight with one another for some unknown reason.

Fighting in the final days is almost certain to result in death and a stroke of death itself.

After hearing several screams screaming into the sky over the street, it was eventually determined that someone had been killed by the "comrades" around him, and the team was silent once more.

At this precise moment, a man covered in horrific scars, the strongest man in this group of vagrants, walked around grinning like a cricket, grabbed a frail old man who was lying on the ground and killed him while he was still alive, and then walked away.

"Hum, a lot of years old and dreaming of entering the fortress, just clear the path for our offspring," the old man said.

He walked to the edge of the area that was illuminated by the sun, took a deep breath, and then with a roar, he suddenly threw the body a few dozen metres away, and then banged. The body was frail and smelled strongly of decay and death. He crashed to the ground in the murky street.

Even though the elderly man's frame is already quite frail in its current state, throwing an object a distance of fifty metres away is something that the typical person would find to be quite whimsical.

Therefore, it follows that this individual must be the Doomsday fighter of the first-order power system at the very least!

Even the Mutant is required to take part in the mission in order to enter the fortress. It is clear that the interior is extremely crowded.

It is not easy to face a starving living corpse on your own, even if it is a first-order Mutant, because even if a scar is caught by the monster's claws, it is likely to be infected with bacteria that will cause death. death.

After Alex threw the body, the strong man quickly turned and ran back to the crowd under the scorching sun. He held his breath along with the crowd as they watched the lone body lie in the middle of the dark street after Alex had thrown it.

After a few minutes had passed, the dark area up ahead exhibited no unusual characteristics at all. Is it possible that we are now on the outskirts of the street of the living dead, but there are still no zombies?

Suddenly, there was only a low roar coming from the thick fog, and the silhouette of a lean figure began to slowly appear in the distance! The atmosphere that was waiting for people had gradually become somewhat tense as time went on.

Roar...

at last! The first living dead body was discovered!

Almost ulcerated, a piece of skin would fall off with every step, and the right thigh was folded nearly 360 degrees. Additionally, one eyeball was hung by a nerve wire, and the horror corpse that was hiding under the eye socket was terrifying. That enticing "bait"!

At the same time that everyone saw it, in addition to the anxiety caused by the environment, there were tickets to enter the fortress and embark on a new life.

People started moving, but no one dared to rush forward first, even though the zombie surface appeared to be slow for the time being. People started moving.

The living corpse approached the dead corpse eagerly after sniffing the pungent odour that was present in the air. They had a brief groping session, after which they started to enjoy it. The skin of the elderly man, which was wrinkled and wrinkly, was peeled off with each sip and ingested by the living corpse.