Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 410 - 408: Great Escape Through the Well Shaft (Part 10)

Chapter 410: Chapter 408: Great Escape Through the Well Shaft (Part 10)

Both fell to the ground, with Sang Biao gripping "Guo Xiaohua"’s neck tightly.

He hadn’t given up because he heard the sound of his subordinates rushing from behind.

"FML! Hurry up and get over here! Help me take this beast down!"

The strength of "Guo Xiaohua" was immense, causing Sang Biao’s voice to tremble and become hoarse.

The two were locked in a desperate struggle, one pressing down hard wanting to bite, the other resisting fiercely, trying to buy time.

On the surface, the two seemed evenly matched, but a closer look revealed that a trace of smugness had crept up on the corners of Sang Biao’s mouth.

Because he could hear clearly, the footsteps of his subordinates were getting closer and closer, and as soon as they arrived, the beast on him would be no threat.

"Damn it! Hurry up! What the hell are you doing? Has all the food you’ve eaten been for nothing?" Sang Biao urged, impatience creeping in.

After all, the brute strength of the "transformed" Guo Xiaohua was truly tremendous, and if the stalemate continued, he feared he might lose control.

Finally, after several agonizing seconds, the figure he had been expecting appeared before his eyes.

Seeing a chance to escape, Sang Biao couldn’t help but feel elated, and his voice became even more urgent: "Quick, quick, quick! Get over here and take down this beast! Damn it! He’s about to crush me to death!"

However, to Sang Biao’s dismay, his approaching subordinate showed no intention of saving him; instead, after a few seconds of hesitation, he stomped on "Guo Xiaohua".

This move was beneficial. "Guo Xiaohua" had been struggling to reach the "prey", but the tremendous force from the spine stomp directly hurled him onto the "prey".

Witnessing such a "kick-while-down" action from his subordinate, Sang Biao angrily shouted: "Bastard! What the hell are you doing? Trying to get me killed? Just wait, I’ll definitely make you..."

"Ah!" The words never got out as an excruciating pain in his chest almost caused Sang Biao to faint.

At that moment, Sang Biao wished he could just pass out because his torment was only just beginning.

"Bastard... you bastard..."

His subordinate glanced indifferently at Sang Biao, who was being torn apart by "Guo Xiaohua", then coldly shook off his hand and, saying "serves you right", ran off without looking back.

Yes! Serves you right! The words his subordinate threw back at him echoed continuously in Sang Biao’s mind, making him realize the meaning of "using his own methods against him".

His hands still reached out towards his retreating subordinate, almost as if doing so would slow him down.

He was unwilling! He was furious! He wished he could get up and kill that "useless piece of trash"!

But...

"Crack!" Sang Biao felt a jolt in his left arm, and when he turned his head, he saw two "Climbers" tearing it from his body. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Then it was his left leg, abdomen, and chest, and then... everything went black for him, and he knew nothing more.

While Sang Biao and his group used a comrade’s life as a stepping stone to escape,

Hu Xiaodong and the others outside the well were fighting side by side, battling desperately for survival.

Wei Dazhuang’s wooden stick had long been stained with a layer of "red paint", while Hu Xiaodong couldn’t even remember how many attacking beasts he had taken down in turn.

But despite this, their situation remained perilous.

After all, facing an unending horde of zombies, relying solely on the "fire sticks" in their hands was clearly insufficient.

In a moment of crisis, Lin Junfu suddenly shouted from behind: "Xiao Hu, Dazhuang, let’s head that way!"

The direction Lin Junfu referred to was a small alley separated by a wooden fence, which externally appeared to be a casual tea house.

The reason Lin Junfu chose that location was primarily due to the current situation, but also he hoped that the fence would provide some defense to lessen their predicament of being attacked from all sides.

Receiving the command, Hu Wei didn’t hesitate, both responding in unison as they ran towards the alley.

A swing here, a strike there, zombies fell to the ground amidst the flurry, yet human strength is ultimately limited, whereas the number of zombies is endless.

Furthermore, while clearing the way, they also had to take care of their companions behind them, which unknowingly slowed them down even more.

Luckily, they weren’t far from the wooden fence, and with their combined efforts, they managed to fight their way through.

Wei Dazhuang was the first to climb over, vigilant, gesturing his other companions to follow.

Wei Yang, Ah Cheng, and even Fangfang climbed over quite smoothly, but when it came to He Jing, she was like a stunned clay statue, motionless.

"Xiao He! Xiao He!" Lin Junfu called out softly, but there was no response from He Jing.

Sweat immediately poured down, and as the zombie army got closer, Hu Xiaodong didn’t hesitate. Turning around, he handed the crowbar to Old Lin and without a word, hoisted the 90-pound He Jing onto his shoulder.

"Xiao Hu! Your leg..."

"Now’s not the time to talk! Even if I break this leg, as long as everyone survives, it’s worth it!" With that, Hu Xiaodong gritted his teeth, lifting his thigh over the one-meter-high wooden barrier.

As he crossed over, Lin Junfu followed suit without hesitation, jumping over quickly.

"Bang!" A terrifying crash pressed against their backs; almost as soon as Lin Junfu hit the ground, a charging "Runner" collided headlong into the wooden barrier.

No time to marvel at his luck, Lin Junfu immediately raised the crowbar and took down the beast before him.

"Go!" Dazhuang maintained his indifferent demeanor, but his hands were already soaked with black blood.

Thus, the group, having narrowly escaped death, dragged their weary bodies forward, with the sound of pursuit crashing behind them.

The alley was about 5 meters long, passing through to a corner, and once around the corner, Big-headed Wei Dazhuang was taken aback.

Finished! That was the feeling for all the survivors once they turned the corner, for in front of them, instead of a "tea house", stood a solid concrete wall about 5 meters high, upon which was a graffiti of a grinning ghost face.

That artistic work, set against the current backdrop, was extremely inappropriate, as if the ghost face were mocking these "unlucky souls", seeming to say, "Bravo! What a great escape! Now there’s nowhere left to run, is there?"

And as if to accompany the mockery, nearby zombies roared excitedly, at the same time, the fragile wooden fence began to show signs of collapse under their brute force pressing.

What to do? Lin Junfu was pondering...(To be continued. If you like this story, consider casting a recommendation or monthly vote at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)