(2) The Survivor We Saved, Ended Up Saving Us (2)

His father cursed him for being a waste.

His mother comforted him, "Take your time, don't rush."

The apocalypse erupted, and order collapsed.

In the beginning, Tran Tieu Son had even been ecstatic, thinking life was meaningless and welcoming the destruction. He'd even frequently seen short videos about meteors heading for the planet.

He would often comment below them.

"Hurry up and end it all, it's all meaningless."

But when the zombie apocalypse appeared, after a brief moment of excitement, it was replaced by endless terror.

Perhaps Heaven was looking out for their village.

Not many zombies had appeared at first.

The villagers established the first line of defense, but who could have imagined that a zombie army would appear, plunging them into complete despair, unable to resist the onslaught of the zombie tide.

He and his parents hurriedly hid in the cellar. There was food in the cellar, and even better, a large supply of water was stored there.

Even hiding in the cellar, they could still hear the terrifying groans from outside.

They could also hear惨 screams.

It was probably one of the villagers being caught by a zombie.

Every single scene crashed against his heart like a tidal wave. Endless terror enveloped him. Gone were the thoughts of "let it be destroyed" and "I'm so tired."

For the first few days, everything was fine. They had food and drink, and they thought the zombies would eventually leave on their own. Then they could leave the cellar and figure out a way to survive in the apocalypse.

With this mindset, some more time passed.

Tran Tieu Son's mental state began to crumble. The dark, sunless life made his spirit extremely tense. The only thing he could do was peer through the crack in the iron plate to tell if it was day or night.

And at night, the zombies were especially active and excited.

Their groans were incessant, echoing throughout the entire night.

These sounds were like a demonic chorus, wave after wave resounding in his head, causing his mind to feel like a pane of glass slowly fracturing, ready to shatter completely at any moment.

Just like that, in a daze, he didn't know how long had passed.

There was no more food.

The drinking water was almost gone too.

He thought of his own father, that selfish, hot-tempered old geezer. He would definitely take the supplies into his own hands and guard them himself. Tran Tieu Son had already prepared himself.

As long as the old geezer dared to do that, he would fight back.

But what Tran Tieu Son never expected was that the old geezer simply took the last bit of food and some water and went to the adjacent fork in the cellar.

Regarding this, Tran Tieu Son couldn't be bothered to say anything. Besides, he was hiding here now and didn't want to move.

Later on…

The lack of food made him increasingly uncomfortable. He saw things in a blur, as if many voices were ringing in his ears.

And just when he was delirious.

His mother would always quietly bring him some food. He didn't know what it was. His mental collapse had already made him hallucinate his surroundings, unsure if it was a dream or reality.

Dazed and confused.

Until now…

His consciousness gradually began to clear.

The psychologist accompanying Tran Tieu Son could sense that his condition was improving.

It wasn't for nothing that he had dunked Tran Tieu Son's head in water, followed by a dozen hard slaps to properly wake him up.

These actions were rather extreme.

But they were definitely the most effective.

They could jolt a person with a muddled consciousness back to their senses in the shortest amount of time.

The psychologist patted Tran Tieu Son's shoulder, "Brother, don't be afraid, don't be lost. We are the apocalypse resistance army. Everything will pass. From now on, just follow us."

He stood up, knowing his methods had been effective.

The rest depended on the man himself to think things through.

Tran Tieu Son kept his head down the whole time. After the man left, he raised his head and looked at the cellar he had hidden in before. That was the place he least wanted to think about.

It was as if he knew something; everything seemed to click into place in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, and moisture began to well up in his eyes.

"How is he?" Hoac Phan asked, patting the shoulder of the companion who had just administered the psychological treatment to Tran Tieu Son.

"Captain, you can rest assured about my professional skills; they're absolutely solid. His situation looks complicated, but I have my methods. First, dunk his head in water to induce a feeling of oxygen deprivation, making the brain activate and transmit survival signals. Then, a few slaps, and the left and right sides of his brain gradually sober up..." The companion shared his methods without reservation.

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Hoac Phan could only pat his companion's shoulder, "Well done."

"Captain, there was no other way. It had to be done like this. His psychological condition isn't over yet; there's still a great mountain weighing on his heart. Whether he can climb out of it or not will depend on him," the hardcore psychologist said.

Phuong Trien, standing to the side, felt it would be very difficult. He knew what the man had been through. To want to walk out from that experience was truly not a simple matter.

And he had no solution for it.

In fact, no one did. Perhaps only the hardcore psychologist could offer him some help.

Thinking so much was useless.

Today, they were like a guerrilla team, striking one place and then moving to another.

After all, the difference in strength between them and the zombies was quite large.

The combat methods left by their ancestors were still very effective.

As for occupying a place to form a fixed shelter, without absolute defensive strength, it would basically be overrun at any time.

They lit a fire to cook, making some hot food.

In the apocalypse, the difficulty of eating hot food was relatively high. Now that they had such an opportunity, they naturally had to prepare it carefully.

Not long after.

The resistance fighters held their hot food, opened their masks, and savored it. The moment they tasted the first bite, an incredible sense of satisfaction rushed to their heads.

Utterly blissful.

Suddenly.

Rumble! Rumble!

The entire area was shaking. When all the resistance fighters felt this vibration, their expressions changed dramatically. They wolfed down the food in their hands, put on their masks, and prepared for battle.

This vibration was not an earthquake.

If it wasn't an earthquake, then it meant zombies were appearing. To cause such a tremor, it was definitely not something a small number of zombies could do.

Someone sped off to scout the situation. When they saw the scene in the distance, the expression hidden under their mask underwent a world-shattering change.

Their entire person was dumbfounded.

Their eyes bulged wide.

"How is that possible..."

Their speech was stuttering. It clearly wasn't hot at all, yet upon seeing the scene before them, they were drenched in sweat, and their nerves were trembling.

In an instant.

He reacted, turning his head and shouting, "Look, look! A giant monster zombie has appeared..."

Everyone saw the massive figure in the distance. That giant zombie was at least twenty to thirty meters tall. Its muscles bulged menacingly all over its body, its skin was a dark crimson, and its deep red pupils glowed like lanterns, striking fear into anyone who saw them.

The giant zombie strode forward, step by step, heading in their direction.

With every step it took, the ground would tremble.

Even though it hadn't arrived yet, the oppressive feeling from the giant zombie was enough to make them panic.

Luu Dao naturally saw it too.

He was a bit stunned. Everything was fine, so why did this type of massive zombie suddenly appear? Facing this kind of zombie, any shelter would probably be a joke in its eyes.

As the giant zombie got closer and closer.

Luu Dao reacted in an instant, "Get in the vehicles! Everyone, get in the vehicles! Leave this place first!"

Right now, there were two options before them.

The first was to drive the tanks and armored vehicles away.

The second was to hide in the cellars and hope the giant zombie would leave.

However, the second option had a gambling element to it.

If the giant zombie had already spotted them, saw them hide in the cellars, and if the giant zombie possessed intelligence, then they would be fish on a chopping block, completely at its mercy.

Moreover, their parked vehicles would most likely be destroyed, and their forces would suffer a devastating blow.

"Get in the vehicles!"

"Board the vehicles, quickly!"

All the resistance fighters sprang into action.

Hoac Phan stared intently at the giant zombie's movement speed, "Dao Ca, if our main force moves out, we will very likely attract its attention. I request to pilot an armored vehicle to lead it away, buying time for everyone to escape."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's not nonsense, I'm speaking the truth. That giant zombie is currently walking slowly, but each stride covers a great distance. If it sees us escaping and starts running, its speed will be unimaginable. Therefore, for the safety of the entire team, someone must lead it away. Time is short, there's no room for hesitation."

Hoac Phan analyzed the current situation, feeling this was the best method.

Luu Dao looked at Hoac Phan, knowing the situation was extremely urgent. The giant zombie, not far away, was like a great mountain already closing in on them.

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