Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 665 654: Hellish Pleasure (Part 2)

"Ah!" A shrill scream echoed through the desolate street. The rat, who had just escaped the driver's seat and hadn't had time to rejoice at his narrow escape, was suddenly torn by a zombie that lunged from behind, ripping off a large chunk of muscle.

The pain, excruciating pain, the rat had never experienced such a bone-deep agony. Fresh, red blood spurted everywhere like a splashing fountain, quickly pooling into a puddle beneath him.

Instinctively, the rat pressed his hand against his shoulder, hoping to slow the blood loss. But as soon as his right hand touched his shoulder, something even more dreadful occurred. He could clearly feel a rotting, icy breath closing in on his face, followed by that gut-wrenching pain.

Four fingers were abruptly torn off in front of his eyes by the zombie. Watching the zombie savoring his fingers, the rat seemed either too scared to react or the inhuman pain had left him powerless to escape.

He just sat there dumbfounded, motionless.

More and more zombies gathered around, and gradually, the rat's last silhouette vanished into the horde, leaving only his wail from Hell.

Skinny Monkey showed no sadness at his brother being devoured. Instead, he sat quietly in the back seat, not daring to make a sound.

Since recognizing that the rat was successfully ambushed by zombies, he had no intention of stepping forward to help. He was fully aware of the consequences if they got surrounded by those beasts here.

Skinny Monkey had no desire to die, nor did he want to experience the torment of being dismembered like the rat.

But escaping from this horde was not easy. Unless something sufficiently enticing to zombies appeared, which without a doubt could only be living flesh.

So he waited. Waiting for the rat to be overwhelmed and lose the ability to resist, that would be his chance to escape.

The rat's screams grew fainter, signaling the end of his life, and at this moment, Skinny Monkey realized his opportunity had arrived. This was undoubtedly his only chance. After all, the meager amount of flesh on the rat was far from satisfying the appetite of those six or seven zombies eagerly digging in.

He couldn't waste any more time and hastily slipped out of the car without even bothering to get dressed.

With Skinny Monkey no longer pressing her down, Li Huiru finally straightened up. Due to his earlier rough treatment, pain throbbed from her lower body, forcing her to hunch over to alleviate the discomfort.

Li Huiru showed no fear toward the zombies gathered outside the car as if they were playing a game of poker. From the rat's earlier screams, she had clearly understood what was happening outside.

Now, having witnessed everything with her own eyes, she felt a sense of relief and release, as if Heaven was helping her punish these beasts who had violated her.

For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt an urge to laugh, but her remaining rationality extinguished the dangerous thought.

She glanced at the escaping Skinny Monkey, whose naked body filled her with utter disgust. If she could, she would have commanded those feasting zombies to chase after and tear apart that damned scum.

At present, Li Huiru appeared astonishingly calm, unaffected by the gruesome scene outside. She leisurely closed the right-side car door and slowly crawled towards the driver's seat. Just as she settled into it, Skinny Monkey's figure appeared in the rearview mirror.

It was then she noticed three to five zombies closely following him, probably attracted by him during his escape.

Seeing Skinny Monkey sprinting anxiously towards the car, Li Huiru's lips curled into a cold smile. It was clear he intended to get back in the car to evade the pursuing zombies.

Li Huiru sat silently in the car, unmoved, her eyes fixed on the nearing Skinny Monkey as if savoring a hundred-meter chase, the sharpness in her eyes sending chills down one's spine.

Just as Skinny Monkey gripped the car handle, ready to open the door, Li Huiru suddenly acted. She quickly pressed the car control switch, locking all the doors.

Thinking he could temporarily escape danger, Skinny Monkey was caught off guard, furiously pounding on the car door, shouting, "Open the door, Nima, open the door!"

Li Huiru, however, remained indifferent. She glanced sideways at the anxious Skinny Monkey and then reached for the car key behind the steering wheel.

Seeing her move, he realized she intended to start the car and leave, which drove him completely frantic.

A joke, if Li Huiru drove away, there was no way Skinny Monkey could outrun the tireless zombies on foot. That was nothing but a fool's dream.

"You stinking **! Open the damn door now! Or I'll destroy you!"

In the current situation, trying to use such useless threats to frighten Li Huiru and make her open the door was utterly ridiculous.

After unsuccessfully pounding on the car window a few times, Skinny Monkey realized he was making a futile effort. He now bitterly regretted not shoving this dead woman out of the car to feed the zombies minutes ago. That way, he wouldn't be locked outside with no place to hide.

"Roar, roar!" Two low growls came from behind Skinny Monkey, startling him into a cold sweat.

He had been so focused on trying to get inside the car that he completely overlooked the zombies behind him feasting on their meals.

His earlier actions undoubtedly communicated to them that there was still a delectable meal waiting for them here.

It seemed Li Huiru, that dead woman, wouldn't open the car door to let him in. Skinny Monkey understood that the zombies granted him little time, and running was his only option. If he continued entangling himself with Li Huiru, it would surely lead to his death.

At the brink of life and death, Skinny Monkey made his choice. After making one last attempt at the window, he immediately dashed off in the opposite direction of the feeding zombies.

The chase between humans and zombies resumed once more. Despite looking frail, Skinny Monkey's leg muscles boasted exceptional explosive power. If he hadn't exhausted himself earlier with Li Huiru, his running speed might have been even faster.

Skinny Monkey sprinted desperately, death's threat unleashing every ounce of potential in him. He completely ignored the biting cold, his bare upper body already turning a bright red from the chill. He now resembled a moving turkey, a sight both amusing and pathetic.

As Skinny Monkey scoured around for a shelter to evade the zombies, he suddenly heard the roar of an engine behind him. No doubt it was that ** Li Huiru who had started the car.

Skinny Monkey lamented his decision to leave the car, regretting not driving away. But alas, in this world, there was no medicine for regret, and it was too late now to say anything else. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)