Chapter 36: The Timid Leader
“Vroom—Vroom—”
After about ten minutes, the roar of a motorcycle echoed from the end of the road.
Lin Jiayao saw a motorcycle carrying two people leading the way, followed by a small Jinbei van.
There were no speed limits on the post-apocalyptic highways, of course. The motorcycle sped towards the overturned truck.
Despite the lack of rules, the driver wore a helmet, seemingly for wind protection while speeding. He also carried a Type 95 assault rifle on his back.
But now, taking off his helmet, his jaw dropped in disbelief.
“Damn, this is the ‘truckload of supplies’ you were talking about? You chased down a truck?”
After complaining, he picked up his walkie-talkie. “Team, team, send two more… three Wuling vans.”
“Zzz… That many? Did you rob a supermarket?”
“Pretty much. Half a truckload of supplies, and quite a bit of fuel.”
“Zzz… Gasoline? Zzz… I’ll have the team head over directly…”
Ending the conversation, the motorcyclist tucked his helmet under his arm, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.
“Brother Lu, aren’t we unloading?” the younger man who had been riding on the back asked cautiously.
“Unload my ass. You unload it if you’re so eager.”
The man, called Brother Lu, clearly wasn’t interested in manual labor.
“Tell them I’m taking a piss when they arrive.” Brother Lu tossed a cigarette to his underling, patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the other side of the highway.
He seemed to be looking for a shady spot to lie down and relax.
After climbing over the fence, he casually tossed his cigarette and leaned against the stone barrier.
Before lying down, he put on his helmet and lowered the dark visor.
This way, he could use the helmet as a pillow and the visor to block the sunlight.
A racing helmet was the perfect tool for slacking off, anytime, anywhere.
His practiced movements suggested he’d done this many times.
And the loud motorcycle hadn’t attracted any zombies, which meant the surrounding area was safe.
He closed his eyes, the sun’s warmth lulling him towards sleep. Suddenly, he heard rustling in the nearby bushes.
Years of survival in the apocalypse had honed his senses. The sound instantly jolted him awake.
In less than three seconds, he grabbed the rifle from his back, disengaged the safety, pulled the bolt, and chambered a round, all in one smooth motion.
But before he could see what was in the bushes, a gleaming white jade bone spike shot out like a bullet.
The bone spike, trailing a bone chain, pierced his unprotected neck with deadly accuracy.
He instantly lost the ability to speak, unable even to cry for help.
In agonizing pain, bordering on unconsciousness, he tried to pull the trigger but couldn’t control his body.
“Crack—”
He heard a sharp crack as an immense force dragged him to the ground and into the bushes.
As he was dragged, his finger, still on the trigger, struck a piece of deadwood.
The sudden impact fired the rifle. A loud “bang” echoed across the highway.
“What happened, Brother Lu???”
“Zzz… Little Lu, Little Lu, what’s going on? Respond.”
“Damn it, newbie, get back here!”
The younger gang member immediately dropped his cigarette, pulled out his pistol, and ran towards the sound.
The other two men, holding rifles, cautiously approached the other side of the highway, calling for Cheng Lu on the walkie-talkie.
But there was no response.
Even after crossing the bushes separating the two lanes, they still couldn’t hear anything from Cheng Lu.
Just the undisturbed bushes and the solid stone barrier.
“Rustle—”
“Rustle—”
Suddenly, the bushes behind the barrier rustled.
They all raised their weapons, aiming at the source of the sound.
“Haaa!”
A figure and a blurred, bloody head flew out from the bushes.
Before they could react, the helmeted figure quickly raised the QBZ95 and fired a burst of nearly ten shots at the ground.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
The gunshots echoed across the highway. The others realized what had happened.
Cheng Lu must have encountered a zombie.
“Damn it, stop shooting, Lu! You’re turning that damn thing into swiss cheese, even if it’s a zombie.” The gang leader lowered his rifle and walked towards Cheng Lu.
He assumed Cheng Lu had simply panicked after being surprised by a zombie while slacking off.
At his command, the gunfire stopped, but Cheng Lu continued to tremble violently, his heavy breathing audible even through the helmet.
Reaching the barrier, the gang leader could finally see what was beyond it.
“A head?” He looked at the mangled head on the ground, a mocking smile spreading across his face. “A zombie head scared you like this? Hahahaha!”
He turned and waved to the others. “Our cowardly gunslinger just got spooked by a melon head. It’s nothing.”
His words drew laughter from his companions. But then, one of them stopped laughing and ran to Cheng Lu’s side.
“Brother Lu, are you okay? There’s blood on your clothes…”
Most people who had survived this long had developed some immunity to the virus and wouldn’t be infected by wounds, unless they encountered a specific type of poisonous zombie.
“Its… blood…”
Cheng Lu’s voice was broken and shaky, his fear evident even through the helmet.
“Alright, Brother Lu, I’ll go unload the stuff then.” After checking on him, the younger gang member knew it was best to leave his leader alone. After all, Brother Lu was embarrassed and might take it out on him.
The younger man went to the truck, looked back, and saw that Cheng Lu had stopped trembling, removed the magazine from his rifle, taken out spare bullets from his vest, and was reloading.
He seems to have recovered.
Seeing his leader reloading, the younger man smiled, relieved.