Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 650 - 639: The Nightmare Begins (Part 1)

The corpses on the ground, either with their heads split open or foreheads pierced, were gruesome beyond belief.

Looking at the dozens of bodies clogging the doorway, Old Zhao frowned deeply. He didn't want to dirty the trunk of the Jianghuai vehicle with these sticky, disgusting things.

But to move these corpses manually would be too time and energy-consuming.

Moreover, the intense stench of decay alone was unbearable, so he had to drive with Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang around the village, hoping to find some vehicles like tricycles to transport these corpses.

However, what they didn't expect was that after circling the village, not even a broken cart was in sight, let alone a tricycle. This made Old Zhao chuckle bitterly, "This village really is quite poor!"

With no other choice, the resigned survivors ultimately had to use their own hands to lift and carry these bodies. Without any vehicles, they couldn't transport the bodies too far. Apart from the physical exertion, they couldn't afford the time it would take.

For all these reasons, Old Zhao and his team had to make do by selecting a house just 5 meters away from their residence as the storage location for the corpses.

Whether the proximity was too close, they couldn't afford to worry about it for now. After all, in the freezing winter, the bodies should preserve better, at least they wouldn't rot like in the summer heat.

Old Zhao and his companions continuously comforted themselves.

After dealing with 20 corpses, Old Zhao and his team were drenched in sweat.

Don't be fooled into thinking these bodies were just of some old men; their weight was truly no easy burden.

Tang Xiaoquan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, secretly quipping that even getting to sweat in the freezing weather was an unprecedented and unrepeatable achievement.

In the distance, the sky gradually cleared, and Old Zhao raised his wrist to check the time.

"What time is it, Old Zhao?" Tang Xiaoquan quickly asked upon seeing Old Zhao's gesture.

"Seven thirty!"

In a rush to save time, Old Zhao and the others had been working since around five in the morning. If not for the time spent piling those bodies, they might already be on their way to search for the nearby towns by now.

"Okay, let's go back inside to wash up first, then we'll set off!" Tang Xiaoquan suggested. Although time was tight, they still needed to clean the filth off their hands; otherwise, if they accidentally touched their mouth or nose and got infected, it would be a complete tragedy.

In winter, sunshine is rare, and the extremely cold weather makes people prone to enjoy sleeping in.

Today, Li Huiru didn't sleep in late as usual; it was just past eight o'clock.

She rarely opened her eyes this early, tormented by the succession of nightmares last night.

Like a heroine in a horror movie, she experienced all sorts of thrills and terrors in her dreams as if she were actually there.

At this moment, she stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, her eyes filled with helplessness. Her mind repeatedly replayed the vivid scenes from the dream she had just experienced.

Li Huiru dreamed that Liu Fugui had thrown her outside the factory, with a group of zombies slowly closing in while the rest of the survivors stood aloof on the factory wall as if watching a show.

No one reached out a hand to help, simply watching excitedly as she was surrounded by zombies.

Li Huiru was utterly terrified, wanting to scream and shout, but found her throat blocked as if by something, rendering her unable to make a sound.

In the end, she watched herself being knocked to the ground, helplessly observing the grotesque zombies tearing open her stomach, enjoying her innards before her eyes.

After the initial horror, she woke up, relieved to find that it was all just a dream.

She wanted to cry because the sensations she had felt just minutes ago were so real, so real that she began to doubt that she was in a dream now.

It wasn't until she pinched her arm hard with her nails that she confirmed she was still alive.

The bed was warm, but it couldn't warm her cold body. She turned her head weakly to look at Liu Yunpeng, who was sleeping soundly beside her. Had it not been for yesterday afternoon's incident, she would have undoubtedly woken this man to share her nightmare.

But now, she hesitated. Liu Fugui's hateful glare toward her was a nightmare she couldn't shake off.

Li Huiru realized that becoming a daughter-in-law of the Liu Family was now a pipe dream, an impossible task. Even if she wanted to escape now, looking at the situation outside the factory, with her capabilities as a woman, survival was simply out of reach.

So she had to cling to Liu Yunpeng, her only lifeline; only by keeping him bound could she have a chance to live.

She secretly resolved that no matter what, she would serve this man well in the future, no matter how unreasonable his demands, as long as it allowed her to stay in this factory and continue her current lifestyle, she would agree.

Liu Yunpeng's snores went on rhythmically, completely unaware of the eyes intensely staring at him.

Li Huiru sighed silently. A few months ago, she went through a lot to hook up with this playboy, acknowledged by her friends as a rich second generation.

But after successfully bringing him into her tender embrace, she hadn't had the chance to savor the success and joy that came with victory.

This damned apocalypse arrived so untimely, rendering her previous dreams of a wealthy life as empty as before.

Without malls or boutiques, she could only lie in this thousand-square-meter food processing factory, entangled with the man beside her.

Initially, Li Huiru regretted her decision, feeling like she got the short end of the stick, gaining nothing.

But gradually, after learning more and more about external events, she began to appreciate her initial decision. Her perspective changed; she understood that in the present, vanity wasn't about branded bags or high-end clubs.

Conversely, those basic materials of life from the past were the real symbols of status, and this factory could continuously provide such commodities.

So to ensure she could live carefree, without fear of zombie attacks, Li Huiru went to great lengths to cozy up to Liu Yunpeng.

Li Huiru didn't know why she suddenly began to self-reflect, but this introspection made her see the current situation and her worth more clearly.

Now, to live peacefully, she had to deal with the man beside her, even if it meant serving like a dog; there was nothing shameful in that.

While doing so might have been a bit degrading, compared to the survivors sleeping under motorway overpasses, it was evidently a life of more happiness and ease. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)