Chapter13: Rushing into the Car

"What does it feel like, being here alone?" Tom asked.

"A strong person is always alone," Bob replied with a faint smile, his tone tinged with a bit of self-deprecation.

"What I'm curious about is, with everyone dead, how are you still so calm? Honestly, is there anyone here you want to kill?" Tom joked, taking the opportunity to tease Bob.

Bob answered slowly, "I destroyed all the surveillance systems. I'm the king here, what do you think?"

Tom didn't respond right away, just watching the invincible man in front of him. There was something odd about him. In times like these, the most terrifying thing isn't the ruthless villain, but those who believe they're saving the world. This man clearly had an insatiable thirst for power. So, how would he use that power?

Bob seemed to sense Tom's thoughts and spoke slowly, "You say I don't have anyone I hate, but that's a bit strange. Everyone has someone they dislike. But just because I hate someone doesn't mean I have to kill them. Sure, in this situation, it would be easy to kill, but I know that if I did, the evil desire inside me would consume me. I shouldn't decide who lives or dies. But if they're infected by the virus, I'll show them mercy. Even if it brings me some satisfaction, I won't let that feeling affect me."

Tom didn't say much more, just smiling. Honestly, he had long stopped doubting Bob. Now, he was just passing the time with some idle conversation.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life: "Can anyone hear me? Is anyone out there?"

The group gathered around, listening intently to the next announcement.

"Taoyuan Town is the site where the alien meteorite landed. After investigation, it was found to be the origin of the virus! An organized plan is in place to drop bombs from above tonight at 9:00 PM."

"What time is it now?" Tom asked urgently.

"7:00," someone replied.

Everyone paused for a moment, realizing time was running out. Thankfully, they were almost ready.

"Two hours… how are we going to escape this town? And don't forget those 'white-faced zombies' outside," May said uneasily.

"We've got a car," Jack said calmly.

"A car?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, a car, full tank of gas," Jack replied.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Bob said, his eyes lighting up. "If we have a car, we can be out of here in 30 minutes."

Jack looked out at the darkening sky, his mind working. "I want to check out the meteorite impact site. If the meteorite really caused all this, maybe there's hope. The world might not be as crazy as it seems. But if it's a lie, then someone's hiding the truth."

May scoffed. "Truth? Who knows what's real and what's fake anymore? What's the point of going? Even if we spend an hour or two, we might never figure out the truth. For all we know, we could all die here."

Tom, always the cautious one, thought for a moment and then said, "I'll go with you."

Lily nodded. "The truth will give us peace of mind. If we don't find out now, every day we spend running away will be filled with uncertainty, and that kind of uncertainty will destroy all our hopes and expectations for the future."

Seeing that everyone else had made up their minds, May reluctantly agreed. "Alright, let's go then!"

Jack looked at May and Lily and said firmly, "You two head to the next town and settle in for now. We'll come back for you. Jack will stay with you, and Bob and I will go."

"Don't worry, we've got weapons. And these two girls are brave and resourceful. We'll take care of each other," Jack reassured them, his voice steady. Without wasting any more time, they set off.

"Something's wrong with the car, I should've mentioned that earlier," Jack said, frowning. "And it's dark outside. You know about the 'night messengers,' right? The white-faced zombies? They may be slow, but they could catch up with us."

"The car's not moving? Didn't you say we had a car?" Bob asked, surprised.

"Yeah, we have a car, but it's not moving." Jack chuckled awkwardly. "We haven't really driven before. You can check it out. Maybe you'll figure out what's wrong."

Bob checked his ammo, then turned to the others. "Things don't look good outside. Everyone double-check your weapons."

Tom patted his pocket, then said, "I've still got one last Molotov cocktail, the one I made earlier."

"That could save our lives!" Jack said with a grin. They quickly gathered their gear and prepared to leave.

As soon as the door opened, the zombies were alerted. Their speed was beyond human, faster even than Bolt. May was so scared her legs nearly gave way, and her steps became shaky.

"Don't shoot! Get to the car, fast!" Jack shouted. They ran as fast as they could, but the 500-meter stretch ahead was no simple task. Just as they were about to be overtaken, Tom pulled out the Molotov cocktail, lit it, and threw it. The flames shot into the air, briefly halting the zombies' advance.

They staggered toward the car, and Bob, fumbling, tried to open the door while muttering, "Please, God, help us."

"Did you forget to release the handbrake?" Jack noticed Bob's movements and smiled wryly.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" May screamed as several zombies slammed into the windows, cracking the glass.

Bob floored the accelerator, and the car screeched out of the driveway. The group finally exhaled, momentarily escaping the chase.

Jack watched Bob grip the wheel tightly and asked, "This isn't like what you've faced before, is it?"

Bob's expression grew serious. "Completely different. These zombies are faster than anything we've seen. If they attack together, even with firearms, we might not survive."