Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space

After killing the zombie, their initial fear lessened. Looking at the black blood and rotten flesh, Xiao Jiu let out a dry heave but still used her stick to stir the rotten brain.

Five minutes later, she saw a small crystal glistening under the sunlight. Feeling excited, she reached out and picked it up before flicking her hands several times to remove the black blood and rotten flesh.

The soldiers nodded and said, "Congratulations, Comrade. You have successfully killed a zombie and obtained a crystal."

At this moment, the crystal represented food and water. With this thought, the three of them found a new goal—to kill as many zombies as possible to collect more crystals.

While Sister Wei's group was making progress, the other teams were struggling.

Stab!

A soldier drove his dagger into the back of a zombie's head, killing it instantly. As the zombie fell to the ground with a thud, he looked at the survivors squatting with their hands covering their heads.

Turning to his companion, he asked, "What should we do? It seems impossible to get them to kill zombies. They won't even dare to look at them."

His friend thought for a moment and said, "If we take them back like this, the Captain will blame us."

"But they are too cowardly. If they don't have the courage to fight, there is no way to train them," the soldier said frustratedly.

Hearing their conversation, a young man hesitantly raised his head and said, "C-comrade, we are not cowards… We are just not used to it."

The soldiers looked at them in disbelief. The men were slightly better—they had only closed their eyes and run away.

The real problem was the women. The moment they saw a zombie, they screamed instead of attacking. Fortunately, they weren't on the main road, or their screams would have attracted more zombies, dooming them all.

After hesitating for a moment, one of the soldiers said, "We will try one more time. If you still can't kill a zombie, we will take you back to the gas station. Whether or not you get food or water after that isn't our concern."

Hearing his words, the survivors finally realized the truth—if they didn't kill zombies, they wouldn't get crystals, which meant they would starve.

Seeing the shift in their expressions, another soldier said, "I will go pull a zombie over. Get ready."

After he left, the group pushed themselves up and gripped their wooden sticks tightly. Not long after, they heard a zombie's roar in the distance.

When they saw the soldier returning, they looked behind him and spotted a female zombie chasing after him—its intestines hanging out, swaying with each step.

The women's mouths opened, ready to scream, but before they could, the soldier snapped, "If you dare to scream and attract more zombies, I will leave you behind to feed them."

At his warning, they clamped their hands over their mouths, letting out only muffled whimpers. They didn't dare make a sound and could only stare at the zombie in horror.

By the time the soldier reached them, there was still some distance between them and the zombie. Just from this, they should have been able to gauge its speed.

After the soldier returned, he and his friend took several back, letting the group face the zombie.

"Roar!!"

The zombie let out a deafening roar, baring its sharp teeth as it lunged at the young man.

Seeing the incoming zombie, the young man glanced at the soldiers, only to see them standing to the side, watching. The moment he saw this, his heart sank—he realized they had no intention of helping him this time.

Faced with the possibility of being bitten and eaten alive, his will to survive surged out from his heart. He raised his wooden stick and swung it hard.

Crack!

The stick lodged in the zombie's teeth, showing signs of splintering. With its mouth blocked, the zombie couldn't bite him and could only swing its arms wildly.

"Open your eyes and watch the direction of the attack," a soldier ordered when he saw the young man wanting to close his eyes again.

Hearing this, the young man opened his eyes, focused on the rotten arms reaching for him and quickly stepped back. The claws missed, causing the zombie to stumble.

"Kick it!" another soldier said.

Following the command, he lifted his leg and kicked the zombie's side.

Thud!

The force of his kick sent the zombie crashing to the ground. As it struggled to get up, the soldier instructed, "Use your weapon and hit its head."

With no weapon left, the young man snatched a wooden stick from a nearby woman's hands. Before the zombie could rise, he brought the stick down hard on the back of its head.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Crack!

The sickening sound of bones shattering mixed with the splatter of black blood and rotten flesh. As the other survivors watched his brutal attack, they instinctively stepped back, distancing themselves from him.

A few minutes later, he finally stopped and slumped to the ground when the head of the zombie turned into a pool of rotten paste. His stomach churned violently, and he turned to the side, vomiting.

A soldier pulled out a bottle of water from his backpack and handed it to him. He patted the young man's back and said, "Well done. Now check the brain—see if there is a crystal."

The young man rinsed his mouth, took a few gulps of water, and forced his nausea down before checking the zombie's brain. Fortunately, luck was on his side—he found a small transparent crystal.

Seeing this, the group cheered, and one of the women exclaimed, "Brother, we are so lucky! With this, we can at least get a bottle of water and a pack of biscuits."

The young man wiped his lips and scoffed, "When I was in danger, all of you just watched. Now that I have a crystal, you want a share? Dream on."

With that, he pulled the wooden stick from the zombie's mouth, tossed it back to the young woman, and, gripping his own weapon tightly, walked toward the road—determined to kill more zombies on his own.