Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Wang Mian and his group were already waiting at the iron fence by the south gate of the residential area.

Everyone held weapons, their expressions tense, and stood silently in place, ready to stab the zombies.

Zhang Ran and Tang Dashan stood on either side, firmly controlling the two iron gates.

In such a crucial location concerning safety, Shenhe only trusts his own people and would definitely not hand over the access control to outsiders, in case he closes the door before even entering!

Who can he cry to?

The sound of hurried footsteps grew louder as they approached, and the people in the residential area craned their necks to look outside in a tense manner!

"President, run!"

"Faster! Keep it up!"

"Big brother! Come in quickly!"

Sun Qi, carrying two cases of bottled water, rushed into the residential area first, followed closely by Shen He.

As soon as the two stepped inside, Zhang Ran and Tang Dashan immediately exerted their strength, quickly closing the two heavy iron doors and deftly pulling the iron chains, wrapping them tightly and locking them securely.

When the residents of the community looked up at their doors and saw the large group of zombies chasing after them, their faces turned pale, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

These aren't the dozens from before!

Outside the door was a horde of hundreds of zombies, roaring wildly and possessing immense power! The chilling atmosphere that swept over them sent shivers down their spines.

The previously well-formed queue was on the verge of collapsing, and the crowd descended into chaos.

Those with weak hearts looked at the approaching horde of zombies with overwhelming fear on their faces, shaking their heads as their legs involuntarily retreated backward, some even collapsing to the ground due to their weak legs.

Wang Mian's anger surged, and he shouted to calm the troops, "Stay calm! The door is locked! They can't get in! Just keep using the same method as before, just poke their eyes! Don't panic! Don't lose your composure!"

But once panic spreads, it's like a domino effect; it can't be suppressed with just a few words.

Shouts and curses erupted from the crowd!

"Don't panic! Get back to your positions! Come back here!"

"Damn it! Don't run backwards!"

"What a coward! Get over here and stand properly!"

"Don't you want to live anymore? Afraid of your mother!"

The scene was completely chaotic and noisy. Many people were angry and anxious when they saw someone holding them back and only caring about running away. They went forward to pull, push, and even kick.

Sun Qi put down the bottled water tank he was carrying, bent down and grabbed a spiral steel bar, and strode into the panicked crowd.

He reached out and pulled the person who was frightened and retreating back to their original position, then bent down and helped up the person who was slumped on the ground, stunned with fear.

"What are you panicking about!"

Sun Qi's gaze swept over the crowd, his tone calm yet powerful, "We have high walls and iron gates blocking our way; the zombies can't get in! Think of your families waiting for your protection! Cheer up! Get back to your positions immediately! There's nothing to be afraid of! We will win!"

Sun Qi already held considerable prestige among the crowd. After some reassurance, the panicked crowd gradually calmed down, and most people suppressed their fear and regained their composure.

Only two young men, who were naturally very timid, were so frightened that they wet themselves on the spot and couldn't even stand up.

The only option is to have the two retreat from the defensive line; staying here will only demoralize the troops and drag everyone down.

The remaining people stared at the horde of corpses rapidly approaching from outside the wall, their throats bobbing as they swallowed repeatedly, their nerves stretched to the limit.

"Hehe—!"

"Heheheha—!"

The hoarse howls of the zombies grew closer, and in the blink of an eye, the dense horde of zombies surged to the foot of the wall.

"Bang bang bang!"

The zombies were completely unconscious, only caring about charging forward. They pushed and jostled each other, crashing heavily against the iron fence with a series of dull thuds.

"Hehehehe—ah!"

They opened their gaping, torn mouths and let out a murky, terrifying roar. They were so close that people could clearly see their festering throats and filthy gums, and a pungent, fishy stench wafted on the wind.

"Clang! Clang clang clang! Clang clang!"

The zombie's hands pounded frantically against the iron bars.

Arms reached in through the gaps in the railings, scratching wildly. The gray-black nails were sharp and pointed, which was why they could easily tear open a person's stomach.

The horde of zombies charged forward relentlessly, their immense force causing the entire iron fence to tremble.

A wave of tension washed over everyone, and they instinctively took two steps back, their eyes fixed on the swaying railing, their palms sweating profusely.

Fortunately, the developer wasn't greedy!

The contractor used genuine high-quality materials!

The entire iron fence was sturdy and heavy. Despite the zombies' frenzied charge, it only trembled slightly at the first impact and showed no signs of collapsing.

Everyone's hearts jumped into their throats, then suddenly dropped back down, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They exchanged glances, the fear in their eyes gradually fading, replaced by a fierce determination born of necessity. Their expressions grew increasingly stern, even revealing a ferocity more terrifying than that of zombies, as they stared intently at the walking corpses outside the wall.

"Aaaaaah! Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A chorus of roars erupted as everyone mustered their courage, took two steps forward, gripped the spiral steel bars in their hands, and plunged them fiercely into the zombie's eye sockets.

"Pfft!"

The zombies in the front row were constantly pushed and shoved by their companions behind them, their bodies and heads stuck tightly in the gaps between the railings, unable to move. Once the others got their hands on them, they could easily and precisely stab the steel bars into their eye sockets and pierce the zombies' skulls.

Many people felt a surge of confidence as they watched themselves slay zombies, their fear gradually dissipating, their movements becoming more and more swift and skillful.

Several women in the group also mustered their courage, each taking up a section of the railing and desperately stabbing at the zombies.

Shenhe instructed Zhang Ran and Tang Dashan to also pick up steel bars, find their positions, and join the ranks of the zombie-killing horde.

They were all teammates recognized by the system. Killing zombies would give Shenhe spiritual points, so naturally he might as well take them.

Both of them were physically strong and had killed many zombies with Shenhe, so their mental fortitude was much higher than others.

The two men were precise and powerful, and soon they had killed more zombies than others. The people around them began to look at them with admiration, and no longer looked down on them.

Even Wang Mian's gaze towards Tang Dashan softened considerably, no longer as harsh as it had been at the beginning.

"kill!"

"Die!"

"Go to hell!"

"You monsters!"

The crowd fought with increasing ferocity, their morale soaring, and the corpses of fallen zombies piled up more and more outside the fence.

Shenhe was the only one standing quietly at the back, never stepping forward to make a move.

Right now, everyone is so engrossed in the excitement of killing zombies that no one is paying attention to whether he's putting in any effort.

Shenhe wasn't slacking off; he saw himself as someone who oversaw the overall situation and controlled the flow of power, hehe!

Besides, his own men are already at the forefront, so why should he personally get involved?

I'll keep this for later, maybe we can chat about it?

His gaze swept across the entire defensive line, and he quickly and keenly sensed a fatal hidden danger.

The wall wasn't very high, only a little over two meters. Zombies kept falling in the front row, some clinging to the iron fence, others piled up haphazardly at the base of the wall.

The corpses piled up in layers, like stepping stones, allowing the zombies that surged in behind to stand higher and higher.

Not only did it greatly inconvenience the assassination attempt, but more dangerously, if the piles continued to accumulate, the zombies might easily climb over the wall and rush in.

Zombies aren't afraid of the spikes on the fence!