novelsite Chapter 195 New Type of Zombies Appearing
Chapter 195 New Type of Zombies Appearing
Chapter 195 New Type of Zombies Appearing
Old Feng called out to Paul, then prepared to steer the speedboat away from the area where the zombies were.
But just as Lao Feng was turning the boat around, Sean, who was also sitting at the stern, suddenly stood up.
Sean and his two companions are pilots; they have no problem withstanding the stress of fighter jets and can clearly distinguish north from south even after circling hundreds of times in the sky.
The slight rocking caused by the small boat was like child's play to him.
He stood up and looked at the zombie closest to them.
"Feng, don't avoid those zombies, let's take a closer look."
"What?"
Upon hearing Sean's words, Old Feng narrowed his eyes in surprise.
Sean then began to explain.
"Feng, those zombies are the next thing the camp needs to deal with. Even if we avoid them now, we'll still have to get close to them later."
"Therefore, I think it's necessary for us to find out the specifics of this zombie situation."
"We've never encountered this kind of zombie that's been soaked in water before. We need to know their movement speed, the speed at which they swing their arms, the tightness of their bodies, whether they show signs of decay, and whether they'll burst open from being soaked in water."
"We know nothing about these things, do we?"
"You know, we're pretty much the best in field operations. I think, apart from Edward who just arrived yesterday, we soldiers are the top tier in field operations."
"If we don't proactively find out the intelligence we need, are we supposed to leave it to other field agents to discover?"
"Stop joking. I'm not one of those heartless, lowly soldiers like Marin. I have beliefs. We're stronger, we're better treated, so we should face more challenges."
"So let's move closer and find out what's going on with these zombies!"
After he finished speaking, Sean looked at Old Feng seriously.
After a moment of silence, Lao Feng turned to look at Paul and Nicholas behind Sean.
Facing zombies on the lake with only a small boat is still dangerous. If the zombies in the lake have some special characteristics, their small boat may not be able to break through the horde.
If he were alone, Lao Feng might have gone to test the zombies without Sean's reminder.
But now that he has a team, he feels it's his responsibility to be accountable for them, so he's looking to Paul and Nicholas for their opinions.
Meeting Lao Feng's gaze, Nicholas grinned and spoke first.
"Feng, I'll listen to the instructor. Although I don't really like zombies, the world doesn't revolve around me. Since we're going to have to deal with those things all the time, we should be faster than others. The intelligence we gather might just save someone's life."
"Of course, this is just my personal opinion. As for that coward Paul, I have no idea!"
"You're talking fucking nonsense!"
Paul took a deep breath, raised his foot, and slammed it hard into Nicholas's buttocks.
Then, Paul turned to Old Feng and began to speak.
"Feng, Boss Gavin has appointed you as the captain of this operation, so I'll listen to you. I'd be overjoyed if you said we weren't going."
"However, although I really don't want to get close to the large number of zombies on the lake, it was the instructor's idea after all, and I won't have any objections even if you adopt it."
"Nicholas and I have been under the same instructor since we joined the Air Force. The three of us are as close as family. Unless the instructor ends up sleeping with my wife in the future, the instructor and I will be as close as one person, haha~"
"Aha!"
Hearing Paul's words, Nicholas burst into laughter.
He then smiled and spoke to Paul.
"Paul, I'm not like you. Even if the instructor sleeps with my wife in the future, I won't mind. On the contrary, I'll invite the instructor to have fun with me."
"Of course, it would be even better if Sean brought his wife along, so the four of us could hang out together, hahaha~"
Amidst the laughter, Nicholas and Paul both looked at Old Feng.
After a brief moment of thought, Old Feng spoke.
"Can."
He ignored the joke Nicholas was making and quietly explained to the group.
"Although it would be safer to investigate the zombies on the lake once we get the yacht."
"But not every river has large yachts. In future exploration activities, our field staff may have to use small boats to deal with large groups of water zombies."
"We can use our experience to assess the impact of the horde of corpses on the speedboats beforehand."
"However, there's one thing we must be careful about, Nicholas, Paul. You two will stand beside me in a moment. I'll control the direction, Sean will probe the zombies, and you two will protect the engine and propellers on either side of me. Make sure the zombies' flesh and blood don't affect the propellers!"
At this point, Old Feng frowned, maneuvered the speedboat around, and approached the nearest small group of zombies from a distance.
There weren't many of these zombies, only about thirty, huddled together in twos and threes, constantly splashing and struggling on the water's surface.
The zombies on the water were initially quiet, but as they approached and the engine roared, the zombies began to struggle again.
Seeing the zombies writhing and bobbing about, Sean made way for Nicholas and his companion with a grim expression, allowing them to proceed to the sides of the stern.
He picked up the tool bucket from the boat, took out his fishing rod, and stood there saying something.
"These zombies are very energetic; they haven't completely lost their ability to move just because they've been soaked in water."
"However, they were so swollen from being soaked that their mobility was greatly reduced. Look at their arms, my God, I haven't seen arms like that in a long time, with layers of white flesh hanging down!"
"Yeah, definitely. It's fucking disgusting, damn it!"
Old Feng wholeheartedly agreed with Sean's statement, and then proceeded to curse twice, once in English and once in Mandarin.
After a slight pause, Sean followed up with what Old Feng had to say.
"Damn it? That's a powerful word. I like it. I bet it's a really swear word."
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"But getting back to the point, the first problem with the surface zombies is that they will keep rising and falling due to their struggles and movements."
"Once our small boat enters the zombie horde, there will inevitably be a significant number of zombies hulled underneath. In other words, ordinary speedboats simply cannot move through the zombie horde, because the zombies hulled under the boat will very likely jam the propeller with their own flesh and bones!"
At this point, Sean gestured with his fishing rod.
He gestured as he continued speaking.
"After all, if the propeller gets caught on a dolphin or something, the dolphin will run away quickly and it won't have a significant impact on the propeller."
"But if the propeller gets tangled in the zombies, I bet the zombies will just get even more excited and pounce on the propeller."
"So, Feng, we need to pay attention to the ship's position. We can't go too slow, and we definitely can't rush into the zombie horde. We should only move around the edge of the zombie horde."
"I have a fishing rod. I can use this thing to entangle zombies at least twenty meters away and fish them out one by one to deal with them!"
At this point, Sean took out a bunch of slightly rusted fishhooks from his toolbox and hung them one by one on the fishing line.
After nodding, Old Feng drove the boat around the horde of corpses, waiting for Sean to be ready.
A short while later, Sean stood up again, fishing rod in hand, and nodded to Old Feng.
The small boat gradually slowed down and moved closer to the nearest horde of corpses.
Once the distance was sufficient, Sean suddenly cast his fishing line, and a row of hooks swept across the sky, landing far away among the zombie horde.
Sean wiggled the fishing rod a couple of times, and then felt a weight on it, so he nodded in satisfaction.
"It's hooked up, haha, watch me die—"
Whoosh!
With just one effort, Sean's fishing rod went completely awry, causing him to fall backward and nearly crash against the side of the boat.
Boom!
With his right hand slamming heavily on the gunwale, Sean steadied himself, stared blankly at the nearby lake for a moment, then shook his head with amusement.
"Mazefak, I don't want to try water that's been soaked in by zombies. Can't we turn into zombies too?"
"It's a pity we didn't encounter more cults, otherwise, dragging a couple over and throwing them into the water would have been a good idea. Isn't the boss fond of doing these kinds of bloody experiments?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sean stood up and wiped his forehead with his sleeve.
He was really scared when the fishing line came loose.
Upon hearing Sean's words, Old Feng's tense body gradually relaxed, and he said to Sean.
"The boss's reputation is being ruined again. Who spread these rumors? The boss doesn't like bloody experiments, okay? I bet he just had to do those experiments!"
As soon as Lao Feng finished speaking, Sean chimed in.
"Haha, no need to guess. With the boss's status and power, if he really were a villain, we would have already played with all the girls in the camp and cut off their breasts to drink with."
"We're the good guys! If our world were a TV show like The Walking Dead, we'd definitely be the main characters!"
By this time, Sean had almost finished reeling in the fishing line.
He didn't dare to reel in the fishing line, since the hook was bound to have come into contact with the zombie's flesh.
Reality isn't a TV drama; many dramatic things can happen.
In a real post-apocalyptic survival scenario, no one has a thick skin and is prone to forgetting things and ignoring details.
In the real world, Sean and the others were all on high alert, and even if there were occasional accidents, their attention remained highly focused.
The fishhooks were hovering far in the air, and Sean observed them from a distance.
After glancing at it twice, Sean turned to Old Feng and said.
"Feng, those zombies must be incredibly mushy. I bet they're even more mushy than the beef stew Sister Doris made last night."
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"Yes, be careful, don't use a fishhook, use fishing line to entangle them."
Old Feng agreed, and Sean nodded and continued casting his fishing rod.
A moment later, the fishing hook and line landed in the horde of zombies. This time, Sean worked for a long time, making sure the fishing line was completely entangled in a frantically moving zombie before nodding to Old Feng and starting to drag the zombie out.
As the zombie was pulled out, Old Feng stared at the horde of corpses and spoke.
"Zombies really can't swim. Although they reacted violently to our arrival, they actually moved further away from us."
"That's right. Making any sudden movements won't let them get close to us in the water. Unless they can walk underwater, the deep water is their prison; they can only drift with the current!"
As Sean answered, he dragged the zombie to the side of the speedboat.
The moment the zombie touched the speedboat, its vitality increased dramatically, and it frantically reached out to try and climb onto the speedboat.
Holy crap!
Paul couldn't help but curse as he watched the zombie's massive, waterlogged arm being slammed against the edge of the speedboat.
Sean smiled and glanced at Paul before speaking.
"What are you so amazed about? It's just a fat zombie, what's so great about it?! Holy crap!!!"
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Before Sean could finish speaking, he also uncontrollably let out a curse.
In his eyes, the zombie, which had become much heavier from being submerged in water, couldn't get him onto the boat no matter how frantically it struggled.
His frantic struggles even tore his arm, which was soaked in the floatation bag, apart!
The zombie's skin instantly ripped apart, and large chunks of flesh detached from its bones!
So much so that Sean could clearly see the zombie's finger bones!
Rotten flesh and pus splattered out like a burst, spraying the filthy blood all over Sean!
Sean vaguely felt that his face was also stained with a little blood.
So he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly drew his pistol, quickly released the safety, and pinned the muzzle to his chin.
"Fuck!"
At the stern, Nicholas cursed loudly, then grabbed an oar and came to Sean's side.
Sean glared at Nicholas, and after waiting for a good ten seconds, he spoke.
"Mazefak, this is too dangerous. These zombies that grow up in water can actually burst open, like giant blueberries."
"Feng, we need to remind the people who will be cleaning up the lake in the future that they must take proper protective measures, and it would be best to wear gas masks to ensure their safety."
"I'm not sure if this blood stasis will turn us into zombies, but at least I survived. We've really paved the way for future field missions. I'm practically a saint, haha!"
As he spoke, Sean turned his pistol toward the struggling zombie.
After the zombie's arm exploded, the rotten flesh swayed and trembled with the body's struggles, looking extremely disgusting.
Just as Sean was about to send the zombie away, Old Feng stared at the zombie's arm and said...
"Sean, kill him, but leave one of his hands intact. I think I saw something!"
"No problem, thank God, and thank Gavin and his raven for their protection!"
As Sean answered, he threw his fishing rod into the lake and then drew his kukri.
After Wolf ruthlessly severed the zombie's arm, Sean turned his head to avoid the splattering flesh and blood, then raised his hand and shot the zombie's head off.
After the zombie floated motionless in the lake, Sean nonchalantly picked up the zombie's arm and examined it himself first.
After a glance, Sean frowned and stared intently at the wet, sticky, and evenly distributed white spiderweb-like substance wrapped around the zombie's hand bones, and cursed.
"Damn it, Feng, you have a good eye! There's definitely something strange about the zombies in the water!"
"I've killed several zombies on land, but I guarantee that land-based zombies don't have such dense mycelium inside their bodies!"
"The underwater environment seems to be perfect for the growth of zombie fungus. This damn fungus is almost replacing the zombie's muscles."
"I bet that while the water zombies are currently quite weak and look like they'd explode at the slightest movement, who knows what they'll be like once more fungal growth occurs? They might become even more dangerous and more agile!"
At this point, Sean presented the severed hand, which exposed mycelium and bone, to Old Feng.
Old Feng steered the small boat with one hand and took the severed hand from the zombie with the other, then held it to his nose and smelled it.
After a moment, Old Feng frowned and said.
"The smell wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't too bad either. Compared to normal rotting flesh, the zombie flesh in the lake had a distinct mushroom smell in addition to its putrid stench."
"This kind of zombie will probably get a new name, but that's something for the boss to worry about. Besides, the changes in this kind of zombie aren't over yet, so even if it's named, we'll have to wait until all its characteristics are fully developed before we can talk about it."
At this point, Old Feng put the severed hand aside and continued speaking.
"After we get the yacht sorted out, let's try to catch a healthy zombie and observe it from the riverbank. That should be the boss's style."
"That's right, control them, then observe them, and finally prevent or even utilize them. That's definitely Gavin's style. We're all used to his style."
Paul responded to Lao Feng, and while they were chatting, the small boat headed towards the yacht in the distance.
Sean took the antibacterial wipes from Nicholas and wiped away the few drops of blood on his face, avoiding his mouth and eyes.
Once he was sure his face was dry, the small boat was already moored next to the yacht.
As soon as they stopped, two zombies jumped off the huge yacht from the high point where it was located and towards them.
Seeing this, Paul raised his hand and fired, his HK416 firing in quick succession, sweeping both zombies into the lake.
Nicholas, holding a rifle, shot the zombies that had fallen into the lake one by one in the head.
When it really came down to action, all four of them, including Lao Feng, fell silent.
Old Feng waved to Sean and the other two, and then Sean and Nicholas followed Old Feng and jumped onto the yacht.
As for Paul, he was at the very end, securing the small boat and the yacht.
After he finished, Lao Feng waited for a moment at the stairs leading to the yacht deck until he joined the group before continuing uphill.
There weren't many zombies on the deck to begin with, since Bella had already lured most of the zombies that weren't locked in their rooms into the lake when she escaped the yacht.
And so, Lao Feng and his three companions took down the remaining three zombies on the deck, and then searched the rooms on the luxury yacht one by one, ultimately achieving a spectacular record of twenty-eight kills on the yacht!
After searching repeatedly, the four finally confirmed that there were no other zombies on the yacht.
After a long silence, they finally resumed their conversation, communicating only through tactical maneuvers.
As he walked toward the power room, Sean pursed his lips and chuckled.
"The boss's information is inaccurate! He said there were only a dozen or so, but there are more than thirty now!"
"Haha, Bella's data isn't accurate either. She probably drank too much that night and doesn't remember how many people were on the yacht."
Old Feng said something to Sean, then opened the cockpit door.
Upon hearing Old Feng's words, Sean couldn't help but speak up.
"That's true, Bella came here to have fun, of course she'd drink too much."
"But weren't a lot of us a bit too drunk the night the zombie apocalypse broke out? I remember Edward, who just arrived yesterday, was the same!"
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