C77 The Corpses Were Being Killed in the Morning. the Corpses Were Being Killed in the Morning.(1)

The supermarket and the streets around it were choked with zombies, making it impossible to pass. The constant clanging of shelves hitting the ground indicated their relentless shoving and jostling inside.

The thunderous crashes of falling shelves drew even more zombies, exacerbating the already dire situation.

As the number of zombies swelled around the supermarket, the roads became increasingly blocked. It wouldn't be long before the congestion reached the nearby factory, turning the area into a veritable zombie stronghold.

Meanwhile, the mindless destruction by the zombies inside the supermarket was causing a significant loss of supplies.

Tang Bing, however, couldn't lead them away from the supermarket. His only option was to take cover under a car and stealthily observe.

He dared not alert the zombies. The roads were teeming with them, drawn by the noise from the supermarket, and if they spotted him, they would swarm in his direction.

Zombies shuffled by, their footsteps a disordered symphony as they passed the car.

Tang Bing held his breath, careful not to make a sound. His hiding spot was perilous, and if cornered, no amount of speed would save him from being overrun.

Luckily, none of the zombies noticed him beneath the car.

Once he was sure the coast was clear, Tang Bing slipped out from under the car. Seizing the moment of their inattention, he dashed towards the rear. Using a parked blue car as a stepping stone, he vaulted onto the top of the surrounding wall.

"Roar~!" Inside the wall lay a garden villa, and a young woman in a strikingly sexy red dress charged at him with a guttural roar.

"Pfft!" To prevent his gunfire from drawing the zombie horde, Tang Bing quickly put a bullet through her head.

The villa appeared to have only this one zombie, which allowed Tang Bing a moment of relief.

He rose to his feet atop the square wall, arms outstretched for balance, and hurried forward.

"Roar~!" Despite his caution, he inadvertently startled a zombie hiding in a white sports car outside the wall. The zombie, likely the car's owner, was trapped inside. Tang Bing hadn't noticed it because of this.

The zombie's frenzied scratching and banging against the car windows triggered the vehicle's alarm system.

Tang Bing's expression soured as he realized the noise had caught the attention of the zombies near the supermarket. They all turned in unison, drawn by the sound.

"Damn it!" He hastened his pace, desperately moving forward along the top of the wall.

The horde of zombies from the supermarket had spotted him. Hundreds of them lunged in his direction, emitting spine-chilling screams.

Glancing back, the scene resembled the bustling city center streets during a festival, teeming with people. The crowd was a spectacle of pushing and shoving, a sight to behold! But unlike the lively throngs of warm-bodied festival-goers, these were cold, lifeless zombies, and to be caught meant being devoured.

The sheer number of zombies was horrifying, and the wall wasn't high enough to keep them at bay. Though zombies couldn't jump, the mass of bodies pressed together allowed many to be hoisted up by their peers. They clawed and scraped, and soon a dark wave of undead was surging over the wall.

Most would tumble into the garden within the wall, only to immediately turn and sprint toward Tang Bing.

Among them, some disabled zombies with broken legs—how they broke them or were trampled by their own kind didn't matter—were managing to crawl along the wall on their hands, doggedly pursuing Tang Bing.

Confronted with this nightmarish tableau, Tang Bing knew there was no room for error. A single misstep would send him plummeting into the zombie sea below, where he'd be overwhelmed in an instant.

Luckily, Tang Bing was swift. Despite the need for caution on the precarious wall, which forced him to moderate his speed, he reached the wall's end before the zombies could catch him and leaped with all his might.

His jump carried him to a balcony about two meters to the right of the wall. Clutching the balcony's icy iron railing, his face turned red as he heaved his body up, hooking his right foot over the railing and, with herculean effort, finally hoisted himself onto the balcony.

Turning back, he saw the zombie legion amassed beneath him, their upturned faces howling in a frenzy. The sight oddly reminded him of a superstar enveloped by the screams of thousands of fans at a concert.

Shaking the bizarre comparison from his head, Tang Bing caught his breath, gun in hand, and cautiously peered through the window to survey the interior of the house.

Fortunately, the room with the balcony was empty.

Considering the current situation, dropping an iron tube bomb would surely wreak havoc on the zombies below. With 15 of these bombs, Tang Bing could easily break through the siege and obliterate most of the undead pursuing him.

But a glance back at the nearby factory reminded him that this was far from the ideal spot.

The explosive power of the iron tube bombs was unknown to him, but he was certain the detonation would be incomparable to the sounds of a cellphone, an alarm clock, or a shelf tumbling down.

Think about it: the noise from fireworks and firecrackers can carry for hundreds, if not thousands, of meters. A bomb, exponentially more powerful, would be no laughing matter.

If he were to throw a bomb here, he'd attract zombies from kilometers around, effectively signing his own death warrant.

The number of zombies within that range was far from trivial. In the city center, a swarm could easily number in the tens of thousands! If the factory were besieged, no amount of speed would help him reverse the dire situation.

He could potentially use his speed to flee before the horde converged, but the others trapped in the factory wouldn't stand a chance.

This spot wouldn't work, but he could make a run for a more distant location, breaking through without compromising the factory's safety. If he could get a few kilometers away, he could not only use the bombs to blast through the encirclement but also draw the zombies from this area to him. In doing so, he might turn the tide and alleviate the pressure on the factory.

The pressing issue now was navigating through the dense throngs of zombies that nearly choked the surrounding streets.

Tang Bing, having significantly boosted his agility, had faith in his speed. Yet, he wouldn't risk venturing into the zombie-infested streets—a single misstep and being swarmed would mean his end.

His best bet was to exploit the balconies of high-rises and other elevated structures to stay out of reach, ensuring he wouldn't fall too far behind. He'd then have to find the least populated street and draw the zombies away, leading them into the distance.

The relentless cries and clawing at the door from the zombies below ratcheted up the tension, especially when they shattered the window glass, sending a thunderous crash through the air that made Tang Bing's heart race.

He swiftly took advantage of the balcony's vantage point to survey the surroundings.

From his perch, he noticed that the zombies to the north were sparser—a prime spot for a breakout.

As he meticulously mapped out his escape, the front door was overwhelmed by the onslaught of zombies. The heavy, rapid footsteps on the wooden staircase inside the house soon followed.

Scores of zombies flooded the room, ascending the stairs to the second floor, and barreled towards the balcony.

Tang Bing had no time to waste! Confronted with the dire situation, he bit the bullet, hoisted himself onto the balcony railing, and with a powerful push from his legs, leapt over a meter away, tucking and rolling into a safe landing on the neighboring bungalow's roof.

Without pausing, he dashed across the roof and leaped off the edge.

"Boom!" His impact caved in the roof of a van below, creating a resounding echo.

Ignoring the vehicle, Tang Bing slid to the ground and sprinted ahead. Dodging the oncoming zombies with agile speed, he covered some ground and reached the staircase leading to a second-floor landing. He aimed to charge down the corridor to the far end, but to his surprise, several zombies were squatting there.

Glancing back at the overwhelming horde of zombies in pursuit and then at the manageable number ahead, he steeled himself, drew his mace, and charged head-on.

Battling his way through, he reached the end of the corridor just before the larger zombie force could catch up. Without hesitation, he vaulted over the edge, clutched onto a drainpipe, and rapidly descended to the ground.