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Chapter 146: Before Dawn (Part One)
Jiang He suddenly recalled the legend of "Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path," watching as the dark horde passed through the Wheat Field like a leisurely stroll, goosebumps rising in waves on his skin.
It was an extremely bizarre scene; the cold moonlight poured unobstructed over the open Wheat Field, while in the center lay the horrifying sight of a Horde of Zombies crossing. This group of Zombies seemed endless, shuffling and stumbling forward.
Through the glass window, several petrified young people could see the tattered clothing, rotting wounds, shriveled skin, and ashen faces of the Zombies. They could also hear the low, hoarse growls echoing in waves. The Zombies paid no attention to the small cabin, resembling a group of pilgrims on a journey, their murky eyes gazing into the distance as they moved purposefully forward.
The clearing at the crossroads was not large; the incoming tide of corpses merged with the previous Horde. Two groups of Zombies brushed past each other, ignoring one another completely. Those who continued to move did so without interruption, while those who growled persisted in their sounds, as if they were two teams each performing their own duties without interfering with one another.
The 'harmony' among the Zombies appeared so strange to those inside the cabin that it sent chills down their spines from their role as mere observers.
"This is... this is..." A graduate student trembled as he leaned against the window frame, his words slightly slurred; the scene was too peculiar.
"Shh." Jiang He signaled for everyone to be quiet. Although his back felt icy, he sensed something was off. Upon closer observation, he noticed that the Zombies previously blocking the door were slowly joining the ranks of the pilgrim Zombies. Indeed, these pilgrim Zombies passed through the crossroads like air, and somehow, the first batch of Zombies turned around and staggered into the tide of corpses, abandoning the delicious flesh inside the cabin.
A gust of wind blew through, rustling the Wheat Field. The clothing hanging from the Zombies fluttered in the breeze, and their tangled hair swayed in the direction of the wind.
Like a slowly moving train, the tide of corpses appeared lightly, moved lightly, and finally vanished lightly. The overwhelming Horde of Zombies pressed down upon large swathes of withered Wheat Field, maintaining a suppressed silence as they gradually entered the crossroads, walking further away under the moonlight's cover.
"Am I dreaming?" Weiwei pinched her face in confusion; her hair was already damp with sweat, sticking to her cheeks in strands.
Jiang He's mind was a muddle as he quickly ran to the door and opened it despite everyone's protests, rushing outside.
The tranquility of the autumn night outside had returned, but for the four of them, it felt as if everything that had just happened might have been a dream—if not for the large, chaotic footprints and some dismembered corpses scattered about.
Jiang He climbed onto the roof of the vehicle, resting his hand on the awning as he gazed toward the fork in the road where the zombies had entered. This was no dream; there was indeed a mass of dark figures moving forward in varying depths, stirred by the night breeze, carrying an indescribable scent in the air. It was not just a figment of his imagination; it was real.
The graduate student and two young women stood beside the vehicle, watching Jiang He silently as he stared into the distance, confusion evident in their eyes. Although the previous scene had been bizarre, they had narrowly escaped death, which should have been a cause for celebration. Why then did Jiang He seem so strange?
Jiang He himself was unsure; he felt an inexplicable sense of unease as he watched the wandering souls pass by outside. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, but it vanished just as quickly. The horde of zombies moved further away, slowly merging into the endless darkness. Dark clouds seemed to be approaching from the horizon, and the wind howled around them, mixed with a buzzing sound reminiscent of a lawnmower.
"Huh?" Jiang He paused for a moment, mechanically turning his head to look up at the starless night sky. It seemed as though two eyes—one red and one white—were blinking at him, streaking across the heavens.
"Ginger... what do you see?" The graduate student looked up at him, suddenly changing color, shock freezing on his face.
"An... airplane?" Jiang He's body stiffened slightly; his pinky trembled as he slowly raised his hand to point at the shadow moving through the sky following the zombies. He murmured, "Is that a helicopter?"
A dull explosion echoed through the crowd. Flames erupted from a zombie, reaching three to five meters high. It staggered several steps before its head was completely charred, stumbling and collapsing to the ground.
The chaos in Xiao Tian Village continued unabated. The narrow country lane, barely five meters wide, was in complete disarray. From the open doors of cave dwellings, terrified survivors and roaring zombies dashed out intermittently. The dirt road was crowded with heads; shouts from villagers and clashing metal nearly drowned out the cries of zombies. Gunfire occasionally rang out as panicked crowds were suddenly ambushed, screaming as they tumbled down slopes.
"Where's Xiao Wei?" Ming Junwei shouted as he snatched an iron shovel from someone’s hands. Gripping it tightly, he swung it in an arc, sending several flaming zombie heads flying while simultaneously cleaving through their owner’s torso. It was a short woman whose zombie relative Ming Junwei had pushed out of her yard; amidst the chaos, she caught fire from one of the burning zombies and flailed about before turning into smoldering blackened remains.
The woman knelt on the ground, her hands frantically trying to gather the intestines that had spilled everywhere, attempting to stuff them back into the gaping wound of her abdomen. Behind her, the Zombies surged like a tide, instantly engulfing her in flickering flames. Her final scream was abruptly cut off, and the stench of charred flesh filled the air as the scorching fire vaporized the blood and filth.
Cao Liang had just regrouped with Ming Junwei when Chao Yifan was locked in a fierce struggle with several Farmers wielding Great Knives. It seemed he was about to be surrounded by Zombies when a bullet whizzed through the air. One of the Farmers challenging Chao Yifan let out a horrific scream, clutching his chest as he fell to the ground. The approaching Zombies swarmed over him, using their claws and teeth to demonstrate the glory of being a Zombie.
“Xiao Wei!” Cao Liang shouted, spotting Xiao Wei crouched atop an iron gate of a nearby house. The kid was covered in dirt, having emerged from who knows where. Upon hearing Old Cao's call, he quickly signaled an okay gesture and raised his gun, clearing a path for Chao Yifan with several shots.
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