Supreme Evolution

12. Chaos In The Warehouse

Yasmin was speechless again.

Yes, before the end of the world, Ryan tried so hard to get close to her. Even if they couldn't be lovers, he hoped they could become friends.

But what about Yasmin herself?

As a beauty that she was, she had always been arrogant and always felt that people around her should unconditionally please her, but she never saw their efforts.

What was the point of lingering around a woman like this?

"So this is what you really think." At this moment, Yasmin finally understood why Ryan was so cold to her, and her expression became even more anxious. "It's not what you think. At that time, too many colleagues around me wanted to date me. I couldn't tell who was really thinking about me and who was doing it for my family's wealth. What's wrong with me being cautious?"

"You are right. How you treat the people around you is your own business." Ryan shook his head and said calmly, "Similarly, it is my right to treat our relationship in any way I want."

Yasmin was completely silent, because she was really mad at Ryan, and she couldn't find any reason to refute him. After sulking for a long time, she could only snort angrily and continue to maintain her pride and dignity as a beauty.

But unfortunately, this natural sense of arrogance was destined not to last long.

While the two were arguing, extremely brutal fighting was also taking place in other places at the gathering point.

More than a hundred zombies suddenly rushed out of the thick fog and frantically broke through all barriers in front of them.

At the beginning, Wallace and his gang were able to rely on the advantage of the isolation net to keep a distance from danger while fighting the zombies, and successfully knocked down a group of zombies.

But as time went on, those simple isolation fences were no longer able to stop the monsters from pouring in. 

After only a few minutes of stalemate, the front door was completely overwhelmed.

Without the obstruction of fences and barbed wire, the zombies were able to advance straight in. Those bloodthirsty monsters with shriveled bodies and distorted faces were like a group of sharks that had smelled blood. 

They attacked all living things desperately, scratching and biting, and soon large numbers of people were down.

"Aaah... help, help!"

"Let me go"

"Aaaaargh!"

The crazy killing finally broke out. In the chaotic warehouse, there were men's shouts, women's screams, and many more miserable pleas out of despair.

Unfortunately it wa useless.

The undead were creatures with extremely low-functioning brain capacity and no consciousness or memories of their previous lives, so they naturally wouldn't show mercy to their former companions.

They were brutal and had an almost instinctive desire for blood and human flesh. Anything that was still breathing would become the target of their crazy attacks.

Secondly, these guys who had lost their intelligence had also lost their sense of pain. No matter how fiercely these people resisted or how many times they were hit, the zombies would neither feel pain nor stop attacking. Unless their head is pierced or cut off.

They advanced numbly, attacking everyone frantically. Even if their hands, feet and limbs were cut off, they still had the power to hurt people with just their twisted bodies.

In addition to being injured, people also felt fear. This sense of despair from within caused them to lose the confidence to continue resisting. 

The defense line kept collapsing, and before long, it was completely overran.

More zombies were still pouring in, madly slaughtering everything around them.

Looking at the people falling down around him, and the smell of blood and killing filling the air, Wallace's face gradually became gloomy and nervous. "Why....? This has never happened before!"

With a low growl, he threw a punch in anger. The wind power from his fist was like that of a tyrannosaurus rex, instantly smashing the zombie that pounced in front of him to pieces.

As the first warrior in this survivor team to evolve into a deviant, Wallace’s combat ability was naturally very strong.

In fact, even when Ryan was at full health, he was still inferior to Wallace, who had evolved for nearly two months.

Faced with that terrifying tide of zombies, most of the survivors could only retreat in horror, constantly yelling to vent the fear in their hearts.

Only Wallace continued to hold the front line as always, and single-handedly blocked a large number of zombies at the door.

In the melee, his aura continued to expand, and a strong gust of wind permeated his body. The muscles in his arms were knotted, and every vein swelled up like that of Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator.

Especially his hands, which actually emitted a metallic luster while waving them, and his slender fingers became hard and sharp, like the claws of a werewolf, and could tear apart the skulls of zombies even without the help of any weapons.

The changes in the shape of his hands were the special abilities that Wallace acquired after his successful evolution.

Generally speaking, every deviant, in addition to enhanced strength and amazing explosive power, was also given a unique ability due to the evolution of the body.

Wallace's ability was to harden his hands into metal, which not only has amazing lethality, but also had the hardness even more than steel.

Each of his fingers exuded a silver metallic luster, and with one claw, not only did the zombie skulls explode one after another, but even the concrete walls showed cracks under the grazes of his sharp claws.

With his own strength, he was able to guard a passage and forcibly hold back more than two dozen zombies. 

However, facing hundreds of zombies, no matter how strong a person was, fatigue would come in.

The monsters came in groups, and after one group was defeated, another group came. They had no idea what fear was. Even if they had suffered Wallace's attack and their bodies were bruised, as long as their brains had not exploded, they would continue to attack.

The smell of blood emanating from the survivors who died tragically at the hands of the zombies also became a stimulant that drove them crazy.

The more people fall, the stronger the smell of blood will become, and the zombies that smell the blood became more and more crazy, without caring about any consequences.

"We can't hold on any longer, let's withdraw back!" The oncoming tide of zombies made Wallace feel terrified. He was also just a low-level deviant. 

After sensing something bad, he decisively chose to retreat. He gave up the passage he was responsible for guarding, and quickly retreated several meters back.

Wallace was agile, using his deviant speed to the limit, easily shaking off the attack of the zombie tide.

But the others were not so lucky. As Wallace retreated, the zombies blocking the door found an outlet like a flood. In a flash, more than a dozen zombies passed through the passage and crawled towards the hiding survivors frantically.

"Aaaaargh……"

"Help......"

The screams became more frequent.

At the same time, at least three resistance fighters were knocked down by the tide of zombies. The undead bared their sharp fangs, and enjoyed the human flesh feast in their mouths. 

The severe pain from the bites was so severe that people wished they were already dead. The screams almost broke their throats, rising and falling in the empty and dark night.

It was like real hell on earth.