"Roar, ah. Ken hiss" Countless zombies rushed towards the base, and they had already rushed to Zhang Zhen in just a few dozen seconds. The terrifying faces and the constant piercing wails made people feel so close to death, and the bullets fired from the heavy machine gun on the Humvee looked pale and weak in front of this massive zombie.
Zhang Zhen¡¯s eyes flashed with orange light, and with great power of thought, his whole body floated into the air again. He looked at the massive zombies at his feet, stretching out their rotten hands and grabbing at his position above them, roaring. Seeing more zombies rushing towards the two entrances of the base, Zhang Zhen quickly said to the communicator next to his ear: "Close the entrance quickly."
At this time, only three enlarged images appeared on the huge display screen in the central control room of the base. What came into view were Zhang Zhen's silhouette floating in the air, and the survivors crowded at the two entrances.
"Hurry in." Chu Feihong shot the charging zombies with a Type 03 assault rifle. When he saw the elevator rising again behind him, he quickly squeezed into the elevator.
Fortunately, the elevator in the base is very fast. Two minutes is enough to go up and down the base three times. Each time, more than 20 survivors can be transported to the base. And this time is already the fourth time. And with the zombies approaching, this may be the last time.
Fortunately, there were less than twenty people left outside the elevator, and no survivors were left behind by the last train.
Of course, as the elevator descended, the two alloy plates on the warehouse floor also began to close automatically. Everyone was already standing in the elevator, falling as the metal closed.
A few zombies who rushed to the front fell on the top of the elevator through the gap that had not yet been closed. They felt the whereabouts of their bodies and let out bursts of anxious roars from time to time. But there is no doubt that what awaits them will be rifle muzzles and orange bullets.
The situation at the circular staircase entrance of the base is not optimistic. Some filled with food were piled at the entrance. The sacks that had been brought to the base in a hurry were trampled and rice was scattered on the ground. The supplies that had not been trampled were still piled at the entrance. This resulted in the relatively narrow entrance not being able to allow one survivor to enter per second. Coupled with crowding and quarrels, the flow was even slower.
Outside the stairs, Cheng Lingfeng and Wang Xiaoya jumped in panic. They saw the zombies coming, and dozens of people behind them were still trying their best to squeeze into the entrance of the base. For a moment, they were helpless.
Behind are countless cannibal zombies, and in front is a crowded crowd. Cheng Lingfeng, who was cornered, held a knife between his thumb and index finger on his right hand, and held Wang Xiaoya with his left hand. He looked at the people who were still crowded in front, his eyes flashed with cold light and he said to himself coldly: "Don't blame me for being cruel."
Cheng Lingfeng said that he was about to stab the front body, but he noticed a sudden force behind him. Cheng Lingfeng turned around and looked back, only to see that the charging zombies seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, unable to take another step forward.
Sure enough, Cheng Lingfeng looked up. I saw He Zhen's eyes flashing with orange light, staring in his direction. And those zombies were blocked by the telekinesis used by Zhang Zhen!
"Hurry up!" Cheng Lingfeng turned around and took back the knife. He kept pushing the body of the man in front of him with both hands, as if he wanted to force him into the passage at the entrance of the base
The revolving alloy door on the ground began to close, and Zhang Zhen also withdrew his telekinesis. At this time, he felt dizzy while floating in the air.
There was not a single survivor on the ground, and everyone took advantage of this precious time to get down to the base and escape the killing.
Zhang Zhen already felt that he lacked the mental power to even float. He quickly floated into the distance and said to the communicator: "I'll find a place to hide for a while. I'll return to the base after these zombies disperse." .¡±
Through the screen, Feixue clearly saw what had just happened. When Zhang Zhen's voice reached the control room, she immediately grabbed the microphone and said very worriedly: "You have to be careful."
"Yeah." Zhang Zhen smiled after hearing Fei Xue's voice and said, "I know, don't worry. I can't be distracted now, so I won't talk about it for now."
After Zhang Zhen finished speaking, he stopped talking and concentrated on flying out of the corpse group. However, with the use of his mind power, he felt more and more pain in his head.
Can¡¯t fly anymore. Zhang Zhen knew that if he continued like this, his telepathy would be exhausted and he would fall into a coma. And being comatose means that you will be bitten into pieces by the zombies that are chasing you.
Not far away from the corpse group, Zhang Zhen gradually fell to the ground. Without even looking behind him, he sprinted towards the distance with all his strength. A rapid sprint.
Zhang Zhen not only possesses telekinesis and mental power, but his physical fitness has also doubled before entering the base, but he has never had the opportunity to use this physical ability. Now he finally had to use this ability to escape. He himself felt it was a bit ironic, but the feeling of running at full speed was very refreshing. This alternative feeling of chasing the wind was really refreshing.?.
With his body doubled in strength, he was now running with all his strength along the road at a speed of almost twenty meters per second. That speed gave people the illusion of moving instantaneously.
The explosive power brought by escaping is huge.
After running for nearly ten minutes, Zhang Zhenji ran tens of thousands of meters. He heard carefully that there were no footsteps of a large number of zombies chasing behind him, so he slowly stopped, rubbing his hands on his knees and breathing heavily.
After a moment of rest, Zhang Zhen looked around. I saw that the zombie wave behind him did not move, let alone pursue Zhang Zhen. Obviously, this unreasonable thing illustrates a problem. There must be a higher-level 'lord' in the zombie group who controls all the zombies and prevents them from leaving the base.
This is very lucky, allowing Zhang Zhen to escape smoothly without having to worry about being chased by countless zombies. But this is unfortunate, because if these zombies do not disperse and wander away from the upper surface of the base, how can Zhang Zhen return to the base?
Bang, Zhang Zhen stood up straight and took out the Desert Eagle from his waist, pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at a figure rushing towards him behind him, and pulled the trigger. In an instant, my brain was overflowing.
After looking around carefully, Zhang Zhen took back the sand eagle after confirming that there were no zombies nearby. He thought to himself, now is not the time to think about how to return to the base, but the time to think about how to survive alone.
The sun sets in the west, and the fiery red sunset glow in the distance is dazzling. The slanting shadow behind Zhang Zhen, illuminated by the sun, seemed to be long and lonely in the world.
Zhang Zhen rubbed his forehead and walked towards the nearby buildings.
That is exactly the direction of Yongyang Town. Since so many zombies went to the base to party, there must not be many zombies left in the town. Well, at least there aren't many zombies in the area close to the base.
Find a good house, close the door and have a good sleep. At this moment, Zhang Zhen wants to do something most.
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