"Uncle Hammer, what should we do?"
The survivor in the passenger seat cried out in shock.
"You ask me, but who do I ask? We're already out of options, zombies behind us, and those ahead are surely zombies too. The only chance left for us is to charge through. If we make it, we might survive; if not, we're done for here."
Uncle Hammer was ready for a desperate fight.
He had thought getting to He City would never be smooth sailing.
He just didn't expect it to be like this.
This was being driven to a dead end.
The survivors in the car looked pale and terrified, their hearts pounding. Struggling to survive the apocalypse is all for staying alive, and who wishes to die?
Whether they could survive now wasn't something in their control.
"Hold on tight, get ready to charge." Uncle Hammer shouted.
Everyone held on to the seats in front.
Some prayed silently.
Some shouted, "Jade Emperor, The Buddha, help us."
