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Chapter Forty-Seven: Small Building
"Could it be a mistake?" Jiang He asked, puzzled.
"It can't be," Xiaomi replied confidently, raising the gun slightly. "What if we just test it?"
"Don't. We didn't even draw our guns earlier," Zhuzi said, tilting his head in thought before calling out, "Listen up, we are the 182nd Field Company. We're not bad people; you can come down safely!"
Jiang He glanced at Zhuzi, who looked righteous, thinking to himself that with the bandit-like behavior Chao Yifan had just displayed, it was hard to believe anyone would trust him.
However, it seemed the other party believed Zhuzi's words. From behind the large tree came some rustling sounds, followed by a deep male voice.
"We mean no harm! Don't shoot!"
The group exchanged surprised glances; they were genuinely taken aback. Was there really someone there? This mountain path had no forks—where could they have come from?
"Raise your hands and come down; no tricks!" Chao Yifan called out loudly.
This time, not only Jiang He but Ming Junwei also lowered his head in shame. Zhuzi had just established a military image, and here Chao Yifan was with his professional bandit approach.
The other party hesitated and remained silent for a while. Just when everyone thought they had left, a clear female voice rang out.
"How do we know you're not fakes?"
"Oh, a girl!" Chao Yifan chuckled.
Now even An Zheng couldn't hold back. The female doctor slapped him lightly and responded into the darkness, "Don't worry; we're not bad people. We even have a child with us." With that, she pulled out the little boy and Pan Luo to show them.
Pan Luo pouted angrily and muttered under her breath, "I'm already sixteen!"
Another silence followed.
Chao Yifan, feeling impatient, turned around and asked, "Since they aren't the Pursuers, why bother with them? Can't we just go our own way?"
Upon hearing this, everyone agreed; it made sense. The newcomers were likely not part of the Pursuers, who had no interest in shouting from a distance. They preferred to communicate with bullets.
"Let's go, forget about it." With a wave of his hand, Zhuzi instructed Xiaomi and Xiao Wei, "Keep an eye out."
The group wasted no time; they left immediately. Although they were curious about the two unexpected arrivals, escaping was their priority.
Chao Yifan hoisted the graduate student up and shook his gun lightly. "I won't hold it against you if you don't help kill Zombies, but if you dare to have any bad ideas, I will make you regret being born!"
The graduate student was nearly scared out of his wits by this bald peer's blatant threat. He nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, sweat flying off his hair and splattering Chao Yifan's face.
Just as they turned to leave, a sudden female voice called out from behind them—still the same one.
"Wait!"
After that, the sound of running echoed along the mountain path. The group was somewhat confused but quickly took defensive stances, weapons at the ready.
Moments later, two figures appeared at the end of the path—one tall and one short, a man and a woman.
They were running urgently, completely disregarding the guns pointed at them.
"Stop!" Jiang He quickly intervened, fearing Chao Yifan might accidentally pull the trigger.
Hearing the command, the two halted in unison about five meters away from the group. They dropped what they were carrying and raised their hands high.
Ming Junwei turned on Song Yao's dim flashlight and shone it toward them, revealing their faces.
The man was a muscular figure, standing around six feet tall and appearing even taller than Chao Yifan. However, while Chao Yifan was tall and lean, this man was solidly built with bulging muscles. Despite the weather, he wore only a black tank top. His hair was short, and his features were strong and rugged. He wore baggy pants that showed signs of wear and had an iron bucket and a metal rod beside him. Water sloshed around in the bucket, occasionally splashing out.
The young woman was immediately recognizable as a Young Woman, standing at about one meter sixty, making her appear petite next to the burly man. Although the light was dim, her delicate and charming features were still visible. Her slightly long bangs covered her elegant eyebrows, and her eyes sparkled even in the darkness. She lightly bit her lip, showing a hint of nervousness in the face of the dark gun muzzle. Her long hair cascaded down past her waist, curling slightly, and she wore a pale yellow sun protection jacket that hung down to her hips. Below, she sported denim shorts that revealed her slender legs, which were clad in a pair of dusty canvas shoes.
"Isn't it cold wearing stockings in this weather?" Chao Yifan asked, tilting his head.
Song Yao pinched him and retorted, "Those are called leggings!"
Ming Junwei cleared his throat and exchanged a glance with the pillar, contemplating how to initiate conversation when the other party spoke first.
"Are you a doctor?" Young Woman asked urgently, pointing at An Zheng's white coat.
"Yes," An Zheng nodded and took a couple of steps forward.
Jiang He and Ming Junwei moved slightly inward, positioning themselves in front of An Zheng.
The two exchanged glances, seemingly pleased. The woman intended to step closer for a better look, but the man beside her held her back.
"We have someone who is sick; can you—"
"No, there's no time," Chao Yifan coldly interrupted.
Jiang He glanced at him but said nothing.
The man's expression darkened as he helplessly shrugged at the girl.
"Let's go," the pillar urged.
The girl’s eyes darted around before she exclaimed, "Are you being chased by someone?"
Everyone halted, hesitating as they looked over. The pillar made a gesture, and Xiaomi and Xiao Wei stepped forward cautiously, ready to take action at the slightest sign of trouble.
what happened. We tried to help, but it just got worse. We think it might be something serious.”
An Zheng frowned, her mind racing with possibilities. “Has anyone else in the village shown similar symptoms?”
Luci shook her head, her expression anxious. “No, just him. We’re really worried. He’s been getting worse by the hour.”
Ming Junwei and Jiang He exchanged glances, sensing the urgency in Luci's voice. They followed closely behind Cao Liang and Luci as they navigated through the darkened paths of the forest.
“Do you have any idea what might have caused this?” An Zheng pressed on, trying to gather as much information as possible.
Luci hesitated for a moment before answering. “We heard some strange noises coming from the woods a few nights ago. Some of the villagers thought it was just wild animals, but... I don’t know. It felt different.”
Cao Liang turned slightly, his brow furrowed in concern. “We should hurry. The sooner we get back, the better.”
As they moved deeper into the woods, the tension in the air thickened. An Zheng felt a sense of foreboding creeping in, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. She had to help this man—whatever it took.
After what felt like an eternity of walking, they finally reached the outskirts of the village. The dim light from a few scattered lanterns flickered in the distance, casting eerie shadows on the ground.
Luci led them through a narrow alleyway until they arrived at a small hut at the end of a dirt path. “This is where he is,” she said breathlessly.
Cao Liang opened the door cautiously, revealing a dimly lit room where a figure lay on a makeshift bed, drenched in sweat and shivering uncontrollably.
An Zheng stepped forward, her heart racing as she assessed the situation. She could see that the man was in distress, his face pale and clammy.
“Get me some water and clean cloths,” she instructed urgently, her medical instincts kicking in.
As Luci rushed to gather supplies, An Zheng knelt beside the bed, feeling for the man's pulse. It was weak and erratic.
“What’s your name?” she asked softly, hoping to keep him conscious.
“Zhao... Zhao Wei,” he managed to whisper between labored breaths.
“Zhao Wei,” she repeated gently. “You’re going to be okay. Just hold on for me.”
With determination fueling her actions, An Zheng began to work swiftly, knowing that every second counted in saving this man's life.
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