Zombie Queen transmigration into a book-Chapter 151: She wasn’t willing to risk her life

"I can’t walk anymore..." A man’s complaint was muffled by the clothes covering his face.

Behind him, another man hit the ground with a thud, the heat from the sand making him hiss in pain.

"Why did we have to walk? Can’t she take us back in her space?" a brown-haired woman complained, her tone filled with entitlement as she fanned herself.

""There’s no use talking; we’re wasting our breath. While they are riding happily ahead... I blame myself for not having my own beast," someone muttered behind, his voice dripping with envy as he glanced at the cloud of dust kicked up by Eva and the others’ dashing beasts.

Emotions ran high: frustration, envy, anger, and blame; the hot sun and scorching sand beneath their feet fueled the flames until some people snapped.

Aaron sensed the commotion from the air and patted his crow to fly above the crowd and investigate what was wrong.

"You pushed me! Apologize!" a thin figure yelled, stabbing her fingers at the tall man’s chest.

"Even if I did, why would I apologize? Didn’t you see that I was pushed too?!"

The man yelled back, frowning as he pushed her roughly. She fell backward, her elbow accidentally hitting another person’s jaw.

The person’s eyes watered from the sharp pain, grimacing as he accidentally bit his tongue. Once the pain subsided, he hurried over to the tall man in anger because he was the one who caused it.

He threw the first punch, and just like that, a fight broke out. Those caught in the crossfire took out their frustration on the next person, and with that, the brawl escalated, spreading wildly through the crowd.

Aaron’s crow hovered above them, providing Aaron with a clear view of what was happening. Surprisingly, he didn’t stop the fight; instead, he watched in boredom—an unusual change from staring at endless sand for the past two days.

The brawl grew intense, capturing the attention of everyone nearby, including Ethan.

His ears caught the sound and signaled to Eva and Julian to stop.

They stopped, thinking he noticed something coming at them from the front—because of his shape-shifting ability, his senses were sharper than those of ordinary people.

Ethan looked back instead, with dust clouding their view for a moment before they noticed the commotion behind them.

"I wish I had a binoculars...we could see what’s going on out there," Eva muttered, her tone full of regret as she strained her eyes to catch the action.

Her casual words gave Ethan an idea. He planned to have some made, as they would be helpful for exploring terrain or estimating the number of enemies or beasts ahead. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"I think your brother got a good view of what happened," Julian said, pointing to the sky.

Both of them looked up to see the black crow flying over the crowd.

"Then we’ll ask him once he comes down... is anyone going in there to investigate?" Eva asked, her face showing reluctance as she looked at the jam-packed crowd, the swirling dust, and the shouts coming from inside.

They both shook their heads. The desert sun was already hot enough; they’d better ask Aaron later.

Blaine and the chefs sitting on Julian’s snake looked at the crowd, curiosity flickering in their eyes. When they saw their master didn’t move to check, they stayed in place and kept watching.

Time passed, and the rowdy crowd calmed down—some badly wounded, others too drained of energy—their bodies covered in sweat, with particles of sand in their eyes causing an uncomfortable, prickling sensation.

Seeing the crowd had settled, "Move out!" Aaron shouted ruthlessly, not caring if they couldn’t move, and called for the start of their journey.

The crowd was shocked and momentarily in disbelief, then their feelings shifted to regret. With injuries and bruised faces, they staggered forward, while the muffled sounds of pain and crying echoed throughout.

Eva finished the biscuits she had been snacking on and straightened up from her fox’s back. "Sigh...rest time ended so soon," she said aloud, wishing the crowd could go on long enough for her to take a nap.

"It was bound to end sooner; fighting under this hot sun was suicidal," Julian muttered as he brought the ice cubes Ethan had made closer to his face.

Sighing in relief as he rubbed the coldness on his skin. If he weren’t trying to save his strength and those people following them, he would have teleported them out of here long ago.

Ethan said nothing and patted his wolf’s side to signal it to dash ahead. They kept moving on their journey. After twenty minutes, a strong wind carrying sand blasted toward them.

They paused, shielding their eyes as their clothes flapped wildly behind them in the wind.

Before they could recover from the wind, the sky darkened, and the heat they had felt all day disappeared, the air growing colder, but none of them felt happy.

For some reason, they sensed danger, their skin prickling from the buzz of energy charging in the air.

A low roar of winds echoed in their ears, like a monster giving a warning before it struck.

"There’s a storm ahead! Gather!" Aaron yelled, staring at dust walls and swirling sand from afar before he swooped down.

Ethan and the others moved closer to the crowd, with Ethan quickly forming an ice dome to shield them, and Aaron reinforcing it while still feeling uneasy.

"How big is the storm?" Julian asked, moving his ears closer to the dome; the sounds of a roaring wind echoed softly.

"It’s big. I didn’t expect the history lessons I had ignored in school were actually happening...damn." Aaron muttered under his breath, still shaken by what he saw—nature at its ruthless best.

Eva shot him a quizzical glance. ’History books?’ Why does he sound like he has never witnessed a storm before or known about it?

’"Ha! What am I thinking? I almost blew my secrets! How can someone who lives underground expect to know basic things on the surface? I should be careful before I ask what I shouldn’t someday."

Eva patted her chest in relief, glad she hadn’t impulsively asked about the history books.

To the people here, experiences like the storm were something they had only learned about in books—like a modern person learning about 200 BC.

"Should I add a dome too? Will it hold?" she asked anxiously. Desert storms are the fourth deadliest type, after the big three: snowstorm, ocean, and heatwave.

She shivered at the thought of facing those storms up here. Underground was much safer, though it might lack air and cause claustrophobia.

"Hmm," Aaron hummed in agreement, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts.

She shook her head as if trying to clear those thoughts from her mind before quickly constructing a large dome, something she hadn’t done before.

Ethan noticed her hesitation, his gaze flickered with understanding, and he explained patiently in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Since you already know how to shield yourself, just imagine you are as big as this crowd and try to make a dome larger than usual."

Eva had a thoughtful look as she pondered his words.

She closed her eyes and was about to follow his words when a loud shout from the crowd broke her concentration.

"Leah! Where are you?!" The man felt a surge of panic grip his heart as he searched and called out his wife’s name in the crowd.

Turning people to face him in hopes they were his wife, but he was disappointed when he glanced at strangers who stared right back at him.

"Leah!" he kept shouting, his voice trembling with fear. When he got no response, his face paled, and he dashed toward Ethan and Eva.

The man knelt before them before they could react. "Please save my wife... she’s out there. Please, I’ll do anything... please save her," he said between tears, his voice trembling as he begged.

Eva frowned. Ethan, standing next to her, wasn’t much better.

"There’s nothing I can do. There’s a storm raging out there. Please go back," Eva rejected him in a firm tone.

She wasn’t willing to risk her life—or her husbands’—to save a stranger who might turn out to be ungrateful.