webnovel Chapter 2536 - 1147: So, Class President, Your Looks Are Actually Your Least Remarkable Trait!
Chapter 2536 - 1147: So, Class President, Your Looks Are Actually Your Least Remarkable Trait!
In this predicament, everyone is looking out for themselves, and it’s impossible to help the boss. Some people even wouldn’t mind killing him.
Everyone is afraid of zombies and doesn’t dare stay at the Forest Cottage, so they listened to him and ran with him.
Initially, they thought he could lead them to escape, but unexpectedly, it ended here.
It’s infuriating!
Knowing this, we might as well have followed that handsome guy.
These people don’t want to take any risks. If they had insisted a little longer at the Forest Cottage, they might have survived.
Now?
Many regret it and want to go back, but seeing the terrifying zombies chasing them, no one dares.
After all, the boss still has some guts.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The girlfriend cried out in fear.
Everyone ran, and the zombies got closer. Are they just waiting to die?
"Shut up!"
The boss cursed and, seeing the right timing, pulled the girlfriend along: "Go this way, hurry!"
"Are you crazy?"
The girlfriend was both scared and shocked.
"If you want to survive, follow!"
The boss said this but didn’t let go; she was his fodder, how could he let her escape easily?
The zombies ahead noticed and came over.
The boss let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully!
At least not all zombies came; those thirty or forty meters away on each side continued hunting tourists.
They ignored him!
This way, zombies in front of the boss and those on his sides left a gap.
This is a lifeline!
The boss seized the moment and sprinted away.
When zombies lunged at him, the boss knew he should wait a bit, not rush to use the fodder, but he was scared, unable to bear the pressure, then suddenly turned, and punched the girlfriend’s chin.
The unexpected strike stunned the girlfriend, and she was immediately pushed to the ground.
As the girlfriend just got up, the fastest zombie rushed over and lunged onto her.
"Don’t leave me!"
The girlfriend cried out.
But the boss didn’t turn his head!
With the girlfriend as bait, the zombies no longer chased after the boss, all went towards her, surrounded her, gobbling her like a roast chicken.
The short-haired young man felt the boss was deceitful and heartless. Even if he sprained his ankle, he’d lure others to help, he wouldn’t stay behind himself.
So, as the short-haired youth fled, he occasionally glanced back and saw the scene.
"Fuck you!"
The short-haired youth shouted: "That guy is tricking us!"
Many heard this and looked back, seeing the boss running back. They were shocked and angry, but to follow...
Wouldn’t that mean clashing with zombies?
They didn’t dare!
Because those zombies were terrifying.
"Damn it!"
"What do we do now?"
"Go back?"
"Go back to die?"
Too many people have ostrich mentality, they don’t want to face the immediate danger, continuing to run forward. As for whether there’s a way out ahead?
They hope there is!
"We have to go back!"
The short-haired youth shouted. He didn’t know if going back was right, but he knew that both the handsome guy and the cunning boss made this choice, so if he wanted to survive, he had to.
But no one responded.
Most people follow others.
If everyone returns, even those who don’t want to will likely follow, because it’s safer to stick together. But now, almost no one goes back, so it’s over.
The short-haired youth saw this,
and despaired.
He blamed the boss for not including him when changing his mind.
He blamed himself even more for not trusting that handsome guy, Lin Baici!
The short-haired youth gritted his teeth, turned back, but within ten meters, seeing zombies gathering ahead, he panicked, slowed down, and finally couldn’t bear the mental stress, gave up.
Even going back requires some strategy.
These nearly a thousand people ran for over twenty minutes, and as they wailed and complained when they’d shake off the zombies, a large number of wandering zombies appeared ahead.
The way was blocked.
Everyone realized they made the wrong choice.
"Damn, I shouldn’t have given up earlier!"
The short-haired youth regretted again, and this time, reality forced him to gamble, but as he turned and ran back a dozen meters, a rotten right hand suddenly stretched out from the black soil, grabbing his ankle.
The short-haired youth fell, sitting on the ground, kicked the arm fiercely, but it was useless.
A head emerged, opened its stinking mouth, bit his thigh.
Soon, the forest sky was filled with screams and cries.
These nearly a thousand people, not a single one was spared, all became a zombie feast.
...
Along the way, there were wandering zombies left behind, very few in number. The boss carefully avoided them, returning to the vicinity of the Forest Cottage.
"They actually opened the door?"
The boss saw the cottage door open from afar, no human corpses nearby, indicating the remaining people all survived.
"Damn, what was I thinking?"
The boss felt uneasy: "I’ll definitely not act on my own in the future, just obediently listen to that handsome guy!"
The boss rushed into the cottage, quickly looked around.
Several zombie corpses with exploded skulls lay around messily.
Without question, it must be the work of that handsome guy!
Look at his fighting power!
The boss envied, took a few seconds, found the entrance easily since that wooden board had a door handle, it’s distinct at a glance.