A molotov cocktail is one of the most common weapons seen in television news coverage of protests and terrorist attacks.
It only requires materials that are commonly available in daily life—a glass container, flammable liquid, and an ignition source—to be easily crafted.
Furthermore, its lethality is significant; once thrown, it instantly ignites the target’s entire body, causing extensive burns that lead to death.
This is the reason why Brian chose it, because it is simply too easy to make.
He took off the backpack on his back and carefully took out three glass bottles, placing them on the ground.
One of them was empty, while the other two were filled halfway with gasoline.
Although the bottle mouths were sealed with duct tape, the unique smell of gasoline could still be detected through the glass.
Fortunately, when he decided to make these, he had already moved the other items in his backpack into Sarah’s backpack; otherwise, those things would likely have been tainted by the smell.
“Hmm, it smells terrible.” Unable to stand the unpleasant odor, Sarah frowned and pinched her nose with her hand.
“Alright, just bear with it for a while.” Reaching out to tear off the tape sealing the bottle mouths, Brian also felt somewhat uncomfortable due to the pungent smell.
He quickly took a few rags from his bag and stuffed them into the bottle openings.
Afterward, he checked the condition of the two handguns and the assault rifle, then reloaded the magazines.
He handed one of the handguns to Sarah and said, “It might get dangerous soon, take this.” “Mm!” Sarah nodded and reached out to take the handgun.
With everything prepared, Brian stood up and observed the surroundings through the office’s glass window.
The entire Factory was deathly silent, with scrapped cars stacked in layers and several rows of neatly arranged shelves in the middle.
Through the glass, he could vaguely see the silhouettes of a few Infected, but because it was too dark inside, he couldn’t see them clearly.
“Follow me.” Confirming that there was no activity from Infected nearby, Brian picked up the three bottles from the ground, signaled for Sarah to follow, and walked to the side of the office door, turning the doorknob with the least amount of force he could muster.
Creak…
Even though he had been extremely careful, the sound of the door opening was exceptionally clear in the silent Factory.
Seeing this, Brian immediately stopped opening the door and stood still, silently sensing the movement outside.
Only after realizing that the Infected had not noticed them did he breathe a sigh of relief and slowly push the door open.
The two walked slowly along the very edge of the Factory, trying their best not to make a sound, until they saw an open area in the corner of the Factory, where they stopped and hid in the nearby shadows.
“Alright, let’s take care of them here.” Brian crouched down and set down the molotov cocktails in his hands.
Looking at the open space in front, he handed one to Sarah beside him and whispered, “In a moment, I will use this empty bottle to attract the Infected inside.
If there are many, once they gather together, you and I will throw this thing over, okay?” “No problem!” Taking the molotov cocktail Brian handed over, Sarah suddenly asked in a puzzled whisper, “Didn’t we just pass an open area earlier?
Why not take care of them there?” “That won’t do.” Brian shook his head and pointed to the cardboard boxes and wood on the rows of shelves in the middle of the Factory, explaining to Sarah, “If we act there, in case these Infected run into the shelves and ignite these things, and we don’t have any fire-extinguishing tools, wouldn’t that be shooting ourselves in the foot?” “Oh…” Hearing the explanation, although she didn’t quite understand some of the sentences, Sarah nodded as if she understood.
“Alright, get ready to move.” Seeing that everything was ready, Brian glanced at a spot behind him, picked up the empty bottle, stood up slightly, aimed for a moment, and then threw it forcefully toward the open area.
Crash!
The bottle slammed violently against the ground, shattering into pieces in an instant, emitting a harsh, breaking sound.
Wuaa—!
Such a huge noise instantly awakened all the Infected hidden within the Factory.
From all directions, chilling roars erupted simultaneously, followed by the sound of noisy footsteps from all sides, rushing wildly toward the corner where the noise occurred.
Staring dumbfounded at the Infected continuously gathering in the open area of the corner, Brian was astonished to find that the number of Infected had actually reached over twenty.
But even though the Infected were already gathered together, he hesitated to throw the molotov cocktail.
He discovered that among these Infected, there were no “evolved” Infected, which made him frown slightly.
However, seeing that the Infected were about to disperse, and with the situation at a point of no return, he decided not to hesitate any longer.
He and Sarah simultaneously lit the rags on the molotov cocktails and then threw them forcefully toward the group of Infected.
The molotov cocktails spun continuously in mid-air, tracing a brilliant arc, and crashed heavily into the group of Infected.
As the glass shattered, the gasoline inside splashed out and was immediately ignited by the flames on the rags, instantly forming a small sea of fire, setting all the Infected within the area ablaze.
A dozen or so flaming figures frantically slapped at the flames on their bodies.
The Infected were not afraid of fire, but they could sense the strong threat that the burning flames posed to the fungi within their bodies, so they tried to extinguish the fire on them.
But how could a gasoline fire be extinguished by mere slapping?
In just over ten seconds, the scorching flames completely destroyed the fungi inside their bodies.
The Infected could only collapse powerlessly to the ground, allowing the flames to burn their bodies, emitting waves of burnt, foul stench.
Meanwhile, the few remaining Infected that hadn’t been touched by the flames did not pay attention to their dead companions.
The continuous noises made them aware that there must be prey nearby, and they immediately prepared to scatter in all directions, searching for the ones hidden in the dark.
But Brian, who had gone to such lengths to gather them together, would not give them another chance to scatter.
Seeing that more than half of the Infected had been eliminated, he told Sarah to remain vigilant about the situation behind them, then stood up without hesitation.
The bullets from the assault rifle in his hands rained down upon these Infected like a storm.
Even though his marksmanship was terrible, the whistling bullets still shot and killed all the remaining Infected in an instant.
At the same time, just as Brian stood up and was shooting fiercely forward, two “hissing” low roars sounded from behind him, and two “evolved” Infected suddenly lunged out of the darkness.
Sarah, who had been constantly guarding the rear, saw this and raised her handgun, firing at the leading “evolved” Infected.
Although the fungal growth on its head could withstand a bullet, under continuous fire, the bullets directly pierced its head.
Following its collapse, the figure of the other “evolved” Infected was exposed.
Just as Sarah intended to continue shooting, a “click-click” sound came from the handgun; it turned out she had run out of bullets without realizing it.
Seeing this, how could the “evolved” Infected let such a good opportunity pass?
Its speed seemed to increase slightly, and with a roar, it lunged forward.
However, just as it was about to reach its prey, its foot seemed to trip over something, and it instantly lost control of its body, crashing heavily to the ground.
On the other side, seeing that the handgun was out of bullets, Sarah decisively discarded it, picked up the dagger beside her, and prepared to fight the “evolved” Infected.
Although she knew she was no match, she had to ensure the safety of Brian’s back.
But to her surprise, for some unknown reason, the opponent had crashed heavily onto the ground.
Seeing such a good opportunity, she stepped forward, directly stomped on the opponent’s back, raised the dagger, and stabbed it fiercely into the back of its head, easily finishing it off.
Only then did she look up toward the place where the Infected had tripped, stunned for a moment.
A thin rope was tied to a wooden crate on one side and to the leg of a shelf on the other, forming a standard tripwire area.
On the other side, having finished off the remaining Infected in front, Brian put away the assault rifle.
Turning around, he found two Infected lying behind, while Sarah was staring blankly at the rope.
He walked over, patted her shoulder, and said; “How is it?
You’re alright, right?” “Ah?” Startled by the pat, Sarah instantly snapped back to reality.
Turning her head, she saw Brian standing beside her and said with some admiration, “When did you make this trap?
How did you know they would come behind us?” “…” “It’s not really that I knew; it was just a precaution.” Seeing her sudden expression, Brian was momentarily at a loss and scratched his head embarrassedly.
Afterward, he reached out and rubbed Sarah’s cheeks with both hands, pointed to the corpses of the Infected lying on the ground, and said, “Alright, stop looking at me like that.
It’s getting late.
Let’s clean this place up quickly, prepare what needs to be prepared, rest here for the night, and leave first thing tomorrow morning.” “Alright, I got it.” Brushing away the hand rubbing her cheeks, Sarah puffed out her cheeks and said reluctantly, then followed Brian to clean up the corpses of the Infected.
And just as the two were busily cleaning up the Factory, dozens of trucks appeared on the southern outskirts of the town.
One of the trucks seemed to have sensed something, suddenly changed course, broke away from the convoy, and drove toward the direction of the lakeside cabin.