You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"No good!"

"Hold your breath quickly!"

"This scent is poisonous!"

Zhao Sen hurriedly pinched his nose, but it was still a bit too late. A strong sense of dizziness made his body rapidly weaken.

At the same time, the force entwining his ankle suddenly increased several fold.

The two of them were instantly dragged toward the inside of the door.

But just then, a hand suddenly grabbed him. Zhao Sen turned his head and saw it was one of the two bodyguards who always followed Zhang Ye.

Underneath the blackish-gray fabric wrapping their entire bodies seemed to hide something else.

It made the two of them look exceptionally burly.

Their movements came with strange sounds, like the swishing of metal blades rubbing against each other.

Zhao Sen couldn't even say thank you.

His consciousness began to blur.

He felt a splitting headache.

Through the haze, he saw Zhang Ye's figure being dragged into the room by several black tendrils.

Before he could feel the shock in his heart, gunshots rang out by his ears!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Explosions thundered in his eardrums!

They brought back Zhao Sen's consciousness, which was just about to slip away!

At the same time, the force entwined around his ankle disappeared by a large degree, allowing him to seize the opportunity to completely pull back his ankle!

"Director Zhang!"

"How are you!"

Zhao Sen got up, and the first thing he did was grab the handgun from the bodyguard in front of him and rush into the room.

But he saw that the corpse on the bed was already half destroyed.

Above the neck was a blur of blood and flesh.

A disgusting white liquid flowed through the cracks of the shattered skull.

And the deep red petals that originally wrapped around this head had long lost their vitality, limply attached to the windowsill by the bedhead.

Dozens of black tendrils had emerged from underneath the corpse.

They were rapidly becoming as stiff as branches.

Zhang Ye was lying on his back on the floor, his chest heaving violently, his forehead covered in sweat, gasping for fresh air.

"Damn it."

"Almost got strangled alive by that damn thing."

Seeing Zhao Sen come over, he then grasped his hand and sat up.

"Quick!"

"Get out of here."

"Who knows if there will be any other bizarre things crawling in through the window."

After getting up, Zhang Ye didn't dare to delay. He quickly pulled Zhao Sen, who still wanted to investigate the corpse, and walked outside.

Just as they left the room, they bumped into Ding Zhixiong, who had come with his men upon hearing the gunshots.

"Director Zhang?"

"What happened?"

Seeing Zhang Ye's disheveled appearance, he subconsciously thought Zhao Sen had set up a trap in the room, and the accompanying soldiers, without a second word, raised their rifles.

"Hey?"

"What are you doing?"

"Put the guns down!"

Zhang Ye's face showed displeasure when he saw the situation, lifted his hand to signal he was fine, and everyone then relaxed.

He wanted to lead everyone away immediately, but after thinking it over, he decided to take the corpse with them.

"Captain Ding."

"Get some men to take the corpse from the room."

"After we get back, send it straight to Doctor Zhao once he's settled."

After arranging this task, he immediately led Zhao Sen downstairs, where the survivors of the hospital had already gathered near the entrance, waiting to be evacuated.

Seeing the two come down, several doctors immediately turned hopeful eyes toward Zhang Ye.

It seemed as if they were worried that the young man would suddenly change his mind.

"Director Zhang, when are we leaving here?"

"It's about to get dark."

In the end, it was the young nurse Chu Yan who directly asked the question.

Everyone else looked on, full of anticipation.

Zhang Ye smiled and glanced at her before saying, "There are too many people and not enough vehicles, so we'll have to leave in batches."

The hospital's survivors felt a tightness in their hearts upon hearing this.

But then they heard Zhang Ye continue,

"Liu Bing, you'll take us back."

Liu Bing, the team leader who was worried about not finding an opportunity to show off, instantly perked up upon hearing this, and immediately puffed out his chest and responded with enthusiasm, "Right away, boss! I'll have them bring the trucks over at once!"

Soon, three heavily armored trucks from the Hunter Squad pulled up in front of the hospital.

Including the doctors and nurses, the number of survivors needing transport was less than thirty people in total, which was just enough to split them into three groups to all fit inside the vehicles.

Accompanying Zhang Ye back was also Xu Lin, the head of the Combat Department.

He would be in charge of arranging the personnel from now on.

The Combat Team that stayed behind would be responsible for scavenging supplies from the entire hospital and providing escort, while the transportation would be managed by the drivers and movers under Wang Hu's command.

Time quickly moved on to the next day.

Looking at the lavish spread of dishes and the white rice on the dinner table, not only the doctors and nurses, but even Zhao Sen, who had a notably stone-faced expression, couldn't help but swallow a few gulps of saliva.

If you had said earlier how good the conditions were here, would there have been any need to waste those test subjects?

We definitely would have come running over here.

There would have been no need for gunfire.

The table was not just set with cooked noodles and rice; there were also stir-fries and soups with chicken and fish as the main ingredients.

In the past, this could at most be considered the daily fare of a moderately well-off family.

But now the situation was completely different.

This was a feast fit for a king.

However, the seven or eight people in front of the dining table just looked on, and even after a long time, no one dared to pick up their chopsticks.

Zhang Ye also didn't speak, just watched them with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile.

In the end, it was Ai Bing who couldn't stand it anymore, nudged him with her elbow, and then said with a smile to everyone, "All this has been prepared by Zhang Ye as a welcome gift for you all. Please, don't be shy, eat whatever you'd like."

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Director Zhang!"

The group hurriedly nodded their thanks, still only looking at Zhang Ye, until he nodded and said, "Why are you all looking at me?"

"This has all been prepared for you."

"Help yourselves."

No sooner had he finished speaking than one person leapt up, his chopsticks diving straight for the large plate of chicken in the middle!

The chopsticks stabbed wildly at the chicken!

In a moment, two chicken legs had already vanished without a trace, accompanied by half a chicken wing!

The others watched the man who was eating heartily with their mouths agape, their eyes filled with disbelief. Then, as if responding to a rallying cry, each person chose a few dishes and began to devour them hungrily.

Even one of the doctors could not help but bury his head in his hands and weep as he ate.

Life in the hospital was hard!

Too hard!

They hadn't felt it was so hard before, because compared to the outside, they were at least alive and had something to fill their stomachs.

But now, compared to the food on this table, the difference was starkly apparent.

"What we were eating was practically swill!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than someone else chimed in, "No, even pigs wouldn't eat it."

This comment completely shattered everyone's last defenses.

Indeed, pigs wouldn't eat it.

Because the pigs now... they eat people.

And while the others were sighing and ruminating, Zhao Sen had already finished the two plates of stir-fry in front of him and was reaching for the canned fish in front of Chu Yan with his oily hands.

By the time the others remembered to eat, he was already leaning back in his chair, sated, and had begun to doze off.

Before long, he even started to snore.

How comfortable he was!