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The plastic explosives were detonated remotely, with no significant time gap between the explosions, preventing any chain reactions. Nevertheless, the massive amount of explosives fulfilled their purpose perfectly, creating a powerful shockwave that reduced everything within the blast radius to ashes.
The entrance passage behind the ticket booth was the first to collapse. The old passage had fallen into disrepair over the years, and despite several renovations, the walls had not been reinforced, transforming it into a different form.
Wu Wentao leaned on his gun, using it as a crutch as he staggered toward the twisted and deformed railway track. He stopped at the wreckage of a locomotive scattered across the track, still ablaze like a fireball falling from the sky, scorching the desolate land beneath him. Not far away, dismembered human limbs lay haphazardly discarded; there was little blood, charred black like coal, emitting a faint scent of burnt flesh.
He looked around in confusion at the chaos surrounding him.
The bright moon peeked shyly from behind the clouds, its silver light gently illuminating the debris scattered across the ground.
Wu Wentao turned to walk toward the already collapsed entrance passage. He raised his smoke-blackened face to glance at the flickering flames in the waiting hall, his mind filled with a piercing buzz.
At the intersection, Song Yao swayed slightly, steadying himself against an overturned carriage before turning to look at the frozen expressions of those around him.
"Go save people." Song Yao took a deep breath, his lips parting to issue the first command after the explosion.
No further words were needed; the surviving dozen or so people quickly got to their feet and carried those who were unconscious but still alive across the street to a relatively safer Store. The small shop had broken windows and was in disarray from the shockwave, but they cleared a space to settle Ming Junwei and a few others while leaving Luci and several young people to keep watch. The rest split into two groups and hurried toward the two explosion sites.
Luo Yu and Fang Fei ran toward the train station, while Song Yao and Ying Dou Dou headed for the Roundabout.
Song Jiu was unaccounted for. As an older sister, she felt even more anxious. However, with only these few people left, they could not abandon the Roundabout.
Considering the zombie frenzy triggered by the explosion, they sealed off Luci's small shop before leaving. Regardless of what lay ahead, they had to ensure the safety of Living Persons for now. Luci accepted her duty in this crisis and could only wish them well; no one knew what challenges awaited them next. They could only rely on their remaining strength to do everything they could.
Uncertain whether it was an illusion or a matter of distance, Song Yao felt deep down that Roundabout should not be completely overrun. Compared to the deafening roar at the train station, the explosion from Roundabout was much weaker, and there were no gunshots following the blast, which seemed somewhat illogical. With no one around to offer advice, she glanced back at Young Lady, whose face was grave and whose eyes were filled with an unshakeable anxiety.
The more pressed for time they were, the more obstacles appeared. Before they could even approach the vicinity of Roundabout, a dark and restless horde emerged from the streets and alleys. These monsters, living off flesh and blood, were always like this—insidious and relentless.
Song Yao maintained her composure, counting heads; there were only five of them in total. It was unrealistic to think they could carve a bloody path through the chaos.
"You go back first; we’ll draw the zombies," Ying Dou Dou suddenly slowed her pace, her slender arms hoisting a Type 95 automatic rifle that seemed mismatched with her delicate frame.
Song Yao hesitated for a moment but then nodded.
"We might not hold them off for long; after that, it's up to you," Ying Dou Dou said, her pretty face pale. It was clear she was also extremely anxious. The three young men showed no visible expressions but evidently followed Ying Dou Dou's lead, slowing down to check their ammunition as they prepared to confront the approaching zombie horde head-on.
"Take care," Song Yao said without further ado; such a dire moment left no room for irrelevant thoughts.
Just as she was about to leave through a side street, Ying Dou Dou called out to her. Song Yao turned back to see a flicker of determination on Ying Dou Dou's face as she forced a faint smile and said, "If Jiao Ziqian is still alive, tell him something for me."
Song Yao paused, suddenly recalling that Jiao Ziqian's subordinate had returned to Roundabout ahead of them on the bus. Seeing the glimmer in Ying Dou Dou's eyes, Song Yao felt a stir in her heart and whispered, "Okay, what do you want me to say?"
In this critical moment, it seemed that Ying Dou Dou herself hadn’t fully processed her own words. Her lips moved as if she were pondering something before she smiled gently and said, "Tell him not to forget me too quickly." After saying this, the girl’s cheeks flushed with two bright spots of color as she and the young men charged toward the roaring horde without looking back.
Song Yao silently repeated those words to herself and quickened her pace as she turned into a side street. Suddenly hearing gunfire erupt behind her made her heart tremble; sweat seeped from her palms gripping the knife and gun, making them slick and cold.
The gunfire meant to draw attention had little effect in such chaotic circumstances tonight. Not only were there zombies on the street directly ahead, but Roundabout's defenses were limited as well. Despite efforts throughout the day to manage crowds and block access, they could barely ensure safety around Roundabout. After all, human resources were finite while zombies came in wave after wave—seemingly endless—making it impossible to eradicate them completely.
Song Yao, familiar with the city streets, always avoided direct confrontations with Zombies, preferring to take detours rather than face the Horde head-on. Even if it meant going out of the way, he was willing to do so. The flames of the Roundabout blazed brightly, contrasting with the towering inferno at the train station several kilometers away, resembling two lighthouses guiding those trying to find their way home while also attracting the attention of invaders. With limited ammunition for his handgun and in a hurry to escape, he couldn't afford to carry extra bullets. Song Yao fought and dodged through alleyways, relying on the side effects of the Zombies, completely disregarding the injuries caused by his desperate attempts to break through. Holding his breath, he aimed straight for the nearby Roundabout.
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