After realizing she wasn’t a zombie, they relit the cigarettes they had stubbed out and began puffing away in the pitch-dark alley.
Su Yun tightened her grip on the knife and stepped forward.
All four were men. The alley wasn’t wide to begin with, and even as they leaned against the walls on both sides, they still blocked most of the path.
When Su Yun passed by them, she had no intention of provoking anyone, so she turned sideways and pressed close to the wall as she went by.
As she passed one of the men, he deliberately—or perhaps casually—blew a mouthful of smoke toward her face.
Su Yun frowned slightly but didn’t slow her pace. She quickly left the alley.
The four men watched her retreating figure. Only after Su Yun had gone far did they start talking.
“Judging by the direction she went, she’s probably heading to the food street next door,” one man said, taking a deep drag before tossing the cigarette butt to the ground.
“Anyone still alive nearby would want to try their luck over there…” They talked quietly, not daring to raise their voices.
“Do you think that woman was alone?” the man who had blown smoke in Su Yun’s face asked.
“Definitely not. Who would dare go out alone now? There are zombies everywhere,” another replied. Even they had come out together to look for supplies.
“Good thing we came out early these past two days. If we’d been any later, the supplies on the food street probably wouldn’t be ours anymore.”
They felt fortunate. It was only the seventh day since the zombie outbreak, and they considered themselves among the more far-sighted survivors.
Seeing that the food at home was about to run out, they had gone out two days earlier with neighboring survivors and friends to search for supplies.
Most people were still waiting for official rescue, but they knew very well that chaos was about to begin.
In the military zones, many soldiers had already been infected by the virus, but the news had been suppressed. If it were to break out, the surviving population would go insane fighting over supplies.
Soldiers were already physically stronger than ordinary people.
Once infected and turned into zombies, their attack power would obviously far surpass that of normal zombies.
Before anything else, they had to make sure they survived.
The four of them were stationed here to provide backup, while the others searched for supplies in the food street. If they found enough, the four would first transport part of it back.
With teamwork, they had managed to gather quite a lot of food from the food street over the past two days.
Even after Su Yun had left, they continued discussing her. After all, she was the first woman they had seen in days who dared to go out looking for supplies.
After leaving the alley, one still had to pass through two intersections to reach the food street. These intersections connected to a main road and had traffic lights.
When the zombie outbreak happened, many cars had been waiting at red lights. When Su Yun reached the first intersection, she saw both lanes of the crosswalk packed with cars.
Most of them were taxis.
Looking at the scene, Su Yun could easily imagine what had happened there back then.
The thick stench of blood at the intersection still lingered, even after several days.
Some taxis and small cars had likely tried to escape, crashing into and smashing the storefronts on both sides.
Even the traffic lights had been knocked down and lay broken on the ground.
The bloodstains on the road had dried. Some zombies wandered among the parked vehicles.
With the cars blocking them, they could only move back and forth in limited areas.
Some zombies were trapped by seat belts. When Su Yun passed by them, smelling the scent of a living human on her, they could only stretch out their claws and howl, unable to break free.
Watching their prey slip away, several zombies gathered at the second-floor windows of nearby shops and began smashing the glass wildly.
With a loud bang, a huge crash came from behind her, followed by the clatter of shattering glass and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground.
Those zombies jumped straight down from the second floor. From a height of four meters, their limbs were shattered on impact.
But they felt no pain. Their eyes were filled only with hunger for Su Yun’s flesh and blood. Dragging their broken legs, two of them crawled along the ground, still trying to chase in the direction she had gone.
When they smashed the windows, Su Yun had already heard the noise and quickly moved on.
The situation at the second intersection was even more horrific. There was a kindergarten nearby. The cars stopped there at the time had mostly been picking up children.
With a wet squelch, Su Yun pulled the knife out of a child zombie’s head. These children, infected by the virus and turned into zombies, were even more agile than adults. Their small bodies crawled under cars, or hid beneath them, launching sudden attacks on passersby.
It was impossible to guard against.
Another agile figure suddenly darted out beside her, accompanied by a wave of putrid stench. Su Yun retreated two steps, dodging the lunging little zombie.
She thrust the fruit knife into its abdomen, piercing it straight through and pinning the zombie to the ground. The small zombie clutched the blade tightly with both hands, trying to break free.
Each time those pale, bloodless little hands grabbed the blade, deep cuts opened across its skin.
Yet it seemed to feel no pain. With every violent struggle, large amounts of black blood poured out.
The black blood slowly seeped into the ground. This place wasn’t safe to linger—if she got entangled here, she might really die.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Su Yun reached into her backpack, pulled out the sharpened kitchen cleaver, and chopped down toward the little zombie’s neck.