Chapter Eight: The Eerie Cry
This scene once again shattered the trio’s understanding.
“Brother Wang, what do we do now?”
Even Dongzi, who had been fierce just a moment ago, was at a loss.
Wang Cong furrowed his brow.
“There’s nothing we can do. Now we can only bet that their crossbows won’t fire!”
“Alright! Then let’s fight them!” Dongzi agreed.
Meanwhile, Lin Dong had already given the order to fire.
Whoosh!
The doctor zombie’s crossbow was exceptionally accurate; with a single shot, the bolt pierced straight through Dongzi’s forehead, sending him sprawling backward.
“Damn it…”
Wang Cong’s eyes widened in horror.
Clearly, he had lost his gamble…
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two more bolts flew. The athlete zombie shot with equal precision, the arrow piercing another man’s throat—another instant kill.
Only the fitness coach zombie, muscular but slow-witted, seemed a bit clumsy. His arrow struck Wang Cong in the chest, lodging deep in his lung.
“Ah—”
Wang Cong howled in pain, inertia knocking him to the ground.
He tried to struggle to his feet.
But the coach zombie let out a savage roar, rushed forward, and subdued him—not biting, however.
Because zombies, much like wolves, would not devour their prey without a command from their king.
Wang Cong gritted his teeth.
He finally understood: these zombies were organized and disciplined, and their king was Lin Dong!
“So does that mean… they possess some intelligence, and can understand what I say?”
Wang Cong analyzed in his mind, suppressing the pain to speak.
“Please! Spare my life, I have my reasons… I beg you, just let me live, I’ll do anything you ask!”
Lin Dong walked over, step by step.
He stopped in front of Wang Cong.
Then reached out, grasped the crossbow bolt in his chest, and yanked it out forcefully.
Blood gushed forth.
“Ah—”
Wang Cong screamed again, fear gripping his heart. What was this bizarre zombie planning?
Lin Dong, with a wave of his hand, produced a plastic straw from who knows where.
Wang Cong stared, dumbfounded.
Yet, he vaguely guessed what Lin Dong intended.
“I wonder how human blood tastes? How much energy does it contain…”
Lin Dong mused, never having tasted fresh human blood before.
He wanted to try.
He inserted the straw into Wang Cong’s wound.
Then took a gentle sip.
But almost immediately, Lin Dong’s brows knitted.
He spat the blood out.
“This guy is too fat—seems to have high cholesterol…”
……
Witnessing this, Wang Cong was even more bewildered.
His blood, rejected by even a zombie?
Did that mean… Lin Dong might spare him?
But the next second, his hope was dashed. A ferocious mouth lunged for his throat.
Lin Dong issued the slaughter command.
His three minions, ravenous, could wait no longer—they weren’t picky eaters.
Soon after.
The bloody feast ended.
The three minions’ mouths were stained with blood, savoring the aftermath. Their loyalty to Lin Dong soared, even tinged with admiration.
Following the boss meant meat to eat!
The shrill ring of a phone suddenly echoed.
“Who uses such a tacky ringtone?”
Lin Dong glanced over, noticing the sound came from a pocket in the clothes on the ground—Wang Cong’s.
He picked it up and answered.
A man’s threatening voice came through.
“Wang Cong! Don’t play games—bring the supplies back now! Your wife is in my hands. If you don’t bring back the goods… heh heh heh…”
Lin Dong understood.
Wang Cong had been forced to fetch supplies by others.
No wonder…
He’d claimed he had his reasons.
“Hey! Wang Cong, answer me, don’t play dead! Let me let you hear your wife’s voice!”
The caller threatened further.
A woman’s cries sounded.
“Husband! Save me, they’re not human, wuwuwuwu~~~”
Lin Dong hung up without hesitation.
How ironic…
He wasn’t human either…
But Lin Dong thought he could investigate where these people were hiding.
After all, living humans counted as supplies too.
He decided to label them as…
“Delivery Headquarters…”
Lin Dong played with the phone, scrolling through Wang Cong’s texts and chat records, quickly finding clues.
The “Delivery Headquarters” was located at a construction site.
Wang Cong had previously been a foreman there.
He often exploited workers, known for his ruthlessness.
After reading all the messages, Lin Dong casually threw the phone downstairs, silently memorizing the location, not in any hurry to fetch the “delivery.”
He still didn’t want to go out.
Despite his growing strength and his three capable minions, he preferred to lay low a few more days.
Who knew what lurked outside???
He returned home, slipped on slippers, washed his hands again, and sat down at the dining table to continue absorbing energy.
He turned on the television, eating and watching at leisure.
After five hours, he was finally full. As his body strengthened, his capacity for meat grew.
From two cows a day, Lin Dong now needed four.
After eating, he soaked in a hot bath, changed into white pajamas.
He washed his clothes, finished all chores, and sat contentedly on the sofa, preparing to watch TV.
Outside, darkness had fallen; the streets remained in chaos, saturated with the stench of blood and decay.
Countless zombies wandered.
Hunting for prey desperate to survive.
Yet this apocalyptic turmoil seemed almost unrelated to Lin Dong.
He hunkered down in his cozy nest.
Utterly at ease.
But suddenly, a woman’s sobbing echoed through the building.
The cry was mournful and sorrowful, reverberating in the dark night.
An apocalyptic wail.
Utterly eerie.
If an ordinary person heard it, they’d surely be scared out of their wits. Lin Dong, however, merely curled his lip, not the slightest bit afraid, even somewhat annoyed.
Because the sound came from his own minion, the athlete zombie woman.
“Has she evolved emotions? Why is she crying?”
Lin Dong pondered.
He figured that after eating flesh today, she’d begun to evolve, developing basic emotions—not surprising.
Perhaps…
Zombies, upon reaching a certain level, could possess intelligence akin to humans.
Though that would likely require reaching S-level.
Of course, it also depended on the zombie’s innate qualities; for instance, the doctor zombie, so clever, might achieve high intelligence before reaching S-level.
It seemed the athlete zombie wasn’t weak either, now showing basic emotions…
“Let’s see why she’s crying,”
Lin Dong was curious, with time to spare.
He opened the door and headed downstairs…