What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

"What are you standing there for! Run!" Fang Qingzhou roared, his back already being brutally slashed by the cold, rotting fingernails of three or four zombies, tearing the fabric and leaving several bloody marks on his skin.

The intense pain was felt, but it was quickly suppressed to an acceptable level by the Bristleback.

Elliot's eyes welled up with tears. Without further ado, he gritted his teeth and dashed out, shouting as he ran, "Leon! Hang in there! I'll go find others to help!"

The footsteps quickly faded into the distance.

Fang Qingzhou didn't have time to look at Elliott's departing figure, because a zombie bit his shoulder hard, and it was the same left shoulder that had been bitten before.

Even with the Steelback Beast mitigating the pain, Fang Qingzhou still felt a sharp pain that made his vision go black. The next moment, another wave of intense pain came as another zombie bit him, this time on his thigh.

The Bristleback's talent enhanced his muscle fibers, making it impossible for zombies to tear off his flesh in a short time, but he could clearly feel the zombies' teeth churning wildly inside his muscles.

"Die!" Fang Qingzhou roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he slammed the gun handle of his right hand into the temple of the zombie on his left.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three blows followed, the sound of bones shattering mingled with black blood, and the zombie's teeth finally came loose from its shoulder, its entire body collapsing like a pile of rotten flesh.

[Kill 1 zombie, experience points +10]

Fang Qingzhou gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain. He grabbed the zombie's hair on his thigh with his left hand and pulled it up hard. He pressed the muzzle of his gun firmly against the zombie's temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A dull gunshot rang out, and he abruptly shook off the shattered, rotting head, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall as he gasped for breath.

But the remaining zombies gave him no chance to catch his breath and recover, still roaring as they pounced on him.

"Come on! All of you come on! Let's see how I wipe you all out!" Fang Qingzhou's roar echoed in the corridor, carrying an almost hysterical madness.

Blood was still seeping from his left shoulder and thigh. His clothes were torn in several places, revealing bloody wounds underneath. Blood flowed down his thigh, soaking his trouser leg and pooling into a small dark red puddle on the ground.

But Fang Qingzhou could no longer feel the pain.

It wasn't that Bristleback had suppressed the pain; rather, his adrenaline had surged to an unprecedented level. He was like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment, yet stubbornly holding on.

At this moment, there were still five zombies in front of him, surrounding Fang Qingzhou. Without hesitation, he shoved the gun into the mouth of another zombie that pounced on him. The gunshot rang out, and now there were only four left.

However, the remaining four zombies pounced on him and bit him, leaving four teeth marks on his body. He went mad and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the zombies' temples, blowing their heads off one by one.

Finally, he killed all eight zombies.

Fang Qingzhou lay on his back on the cold ground, panting heavily. Eight zombie corpses lay scattered around him, their dark red blood flowing from their broken skulls and pooling in the low-lying areas, completely soaking his back.

As the adrenaline subsided, the excruciating pain returned; his body was now covered in bite marks and scratches from the zombies.

If it weren't for the protagonist's halo and the Bristleback ability, he would have been torn to pieces by these zombies long ago. However, even though the Bristleback ability had greatly reduced the pain, so many wounds were still unbearable for him.

After lying on the ground for nearly two minutes, Fang Qingzhou struggled to his feet. He needed to get back to the police station lobby as soon as possible. His body was basically at its limit, and he had run out of bullets. If he encountered another zombie, he definitely wouldn't be able to defeat it.

Fang Qingzhou, holding the empty pistol in one hand and leaning against the wall with the other, staggered back. With each step, a dull pain shot through the deep teeth marks on his thigh, as if someone were slowly carving away at his flesh with a blunt knife.

My left shoulder wasn't much better. When I raised my arm, I could feel the wound pulling at it, and the burning pain spread from my shoulder all the way to my fingertips.

Fang Qingzhou gritted his teeth and walked forward without saying a word.

The corridor, which was not long to begin with, now seemed so long that he felt like he would never reach the end.

Just then, another loud noise and the roar of a zombie came from behind him. The zombie that had been chasing Elliott earlier had actually crawled out of that damned roller shutter door.

"Damn it... I took down all eight of them at once... I refuse to believe I'll be taken down by just one..." Fang Qingzhou gritted his teeth and continued to speed up, but his severely injured and exhausted body simply couldn't keep up with his will.

He can't run at all now; his movement speed is about the same as the zombie behind him, or even a little slower.

Now all he has to do is race against the zombie to see if he can get back to the police station lobby first, or if he will be caught by the zombie first.

The footsteps of the zombie behind them grew closer and closer.

Fang Qingzhou didn't turn around, but he could tell the distance from the sound, about five or six meters, and that number was still decreasing.

The footsteps behind me grew closer.

Four meters.

three meters.

However, Fang Qingzhou also saw the roller shutter door he had come from. He quickly fell to the ground and began to crawl out. But just as he crawled out of the roller shutter door, the zombie grabbed his leg with astonishing force.

"Hold!"

Fang Qingzhou cursed, turned around, and kicked the zombie's head with his other foot. The zombie's head jerked back, but the hand gripping his ankle did not loosen, and half of its body even crawled out of the roller shutter.

Fang Qingzhou kicked the zombie's head repeatedly, but he was too weak to get rid of it.

"Are we really going to spend ten million on this one zombie...?"

Fang Qingzhou was truly unwilling to accept it. His first life in this world, which he didn't die in the zombie horde, nor at the hands of the Tyrant and the Licker, actually ended up in the mouth of a tiny zombie.

Just when Fang Qingzhou was about to despair, several bullets pierced the zombie's head, instantly blowing it apart.

Fang Qingzhou turned his head to look at where the bullets had come from, and saw a black sheriff standing not far away, the muzzle of his gun still smoking. Elliott, who had escaped earlier, was also standing next to the black sheriff.

"You're safe now, for the time being," the black sheriff said as he walked to Fang Qingzhou's side.

However, Fang Qingzhou didn't listen to what he said because the system's notification sounded in his mind.

[Host has completed the first story node. Do you wish to return to the original world immediately?]

With his last ounce of strength, Fang Qingzhou roared in his heart, "Return!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Fang Qingzhou felt as if the whole world had been put on pause.

Then the police station lobby, the black sheriff, Elliott, the bloodstains and zombie remains on the ground, all crumbled like a shattered mirror.