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

Hanzhou City First People's Hospital.

At the outer perimeter wall.

"Hehehe—!"

The hoarse roars surged like waves, one after another. Outside the three-meter-high wall, thousands of zombies spread out densely, crowding at the base of the wall, their countless claws scratching and ramming against the wall.

Inside the walls, the atmosphere was equally tense. At the foot of the wall, trapezoidal sandbags were piled up, as high as half the wall itself, so that people could stand on the sandbags and fight the zombie horde outside from a high vantage point.

It can also help the wall withstand some pressure.

More than 30 people dressed in special police combat uniforms and more than 20 soldiers in camouflage uniforms were evenly distributed along the long defensive line.

Caught between them were a large number of civilian survivors, men, women, young and old. On average, each armed person had to organize and take care of more than a dozen civilians.

Seven or eight hundred people stood in a row, stepping on sandbags. Each of them held a steel bar that was nearly 1.5 meters long. One end of the steel bar had been sharpened to an extremely sharp point, just like a simple spear.

Everyone gritted their teeth and used all their strength to stab the steel bars into the zombie's eye sockets. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were covered in oil.

Behind them, a group of ordinary survivors stood by as reserves, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that people dared not even breathe loudly.

Many people turned pale, their hands trembling as they gripped the steel bars, and some were bent over and gagging because they couldn't stand the smell of blood.

Apart from the soldiers and special police who were barely managing to maintain their composure, the ordinary survivors were already terrified.

They frantically stabbed and stabbed, unable to control their trembling hands, their cries and curses, creating a scene even more chaotic than the horde of corpses outside the wall.

This was the first time they had faced zombies directly here, the first time they had stood on the line between life and death, and many of them were so frightened that their legs went weak.

In the past, it was always soldiers and special police who killed zombies to protect civilians, but this time, there were just too many zombies, and the number of special police officers was simply not enough.

"Don't panic! With the wall around us, they can't reach us! Aim for their eyes with every attack, and make sure it's a one-hit kill!"

"Don't waste your energy! If you really can't hold on any longer, be sure to call out in advance! Let the people behind you take your place. Don't back down, and don't try to be brave!"

"This battle concerns our very survival, everyone must hold on! We will surely win!"

Zheng Yong, the captain of the special police team, tirelessly patrolled the area within the several-hundred-meter perimeter of the wall, holding a megaphone and shouting commands to try to boost morale. With the zombies right in front of him, he no longer cared whether his voice was loud or soft.

Beside him was Zhou Ming, the hospital's director.

Zhou Ming outwardly feigned composure, but his eyes betrayed an undisguised panic.

The zombie outbreak is huge this time; even the nurses at their hospital have been sent out to stab at the zombies.

"Captain Zheng, don't you have guns? Why don't you fire them?" Zhou Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Dean Zhou, we're running low on bullets. We must save some as a last resort," Zheng Yong replied in a deep voice.

"Sigh! It's tough, really tough..." Zhou Ming sighed.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yong was at a loss for words to offer comfort, as it was indeed a difficult situation.

He had previously asked Gao Yuan, a platoon leader in the military, and they also had no way of contacting the higher-ups in the army!

I heard that the military camp has been taken over by zombies, and Gao Yuan and his platoon can't even go home now.

At the end of the wall, in a place where zombies are sparse.

Zhao Guodong was panting heavily, large beads of sweat rolling down his face. The sweltering weather and the intense fighting were taking a heavy toll on his strength.

He carefully aimed the sharp end of the steel bar in his hand, then forcefully stabbed it into the eye socket of a zombie!

With a soft "plop," the zombie's grayish-white eyeballs were pierced, and black blood flowed down its face.

Zhao Guodong forcefully pulled out the steel bar, letting the body fall to the ground, then turned to look at his daughter beside him.

Zhao Xinduo stubbornly pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her already fair face appeared even whiter than usual, with only her cheeks showing a touch of pink from exhaustion.

She gripped the steel bar tightly with both small hands and stabbed it into the eyes of the zombies. She was very accurate and could pierce the eye sockets of almost every zombie with one thrust.

Unfortunately, she was too petite, and her fair and slender arms couldn't exert much strength.

The steel bars often only penetrate halfway, making it difficult to kill a zombie with a single blow. It takes several attempts to finish off a zombie each time.

Zhao Xinduo was filled with frustration. Although she was an adult, she was small and had to put on several more sandbags than others to reach the top of the wall!

He has the talent, but lacks the ability to do it!

Sure enough, another shot accurately pierced the zombie's eye socket, but then got stuck inside due to insufficient force.

She was so angry that she bit her lower lip hard with her white teeth, leaned her whole body forward, and strained her face as she desperately pushed the steel bar into the zombie's brain.

Suddenly, a zombie next to her reached out, grabbed the steel bar, and pulled it downwards!

"what!"

Zhao Xinduo cried out in alarm, her face turning even paler, and her body uncontrollably tumbled towards the outside of the wall.

Fortunately, she was clever and let go in time. Before letting go, she pushed hard and used the reaction force to pull her body back a little.

Zhao Guodong, who had been keeping a close eye on his daughter, quickly grabbed the back of her clothes.

Another hand swiftly reached out from behind and gripped Zhao Xinduo's ankle tightly. Together, the two pulled her back.

Zhao Xinduo broke out in a cold sweat and looked back with Zhao Guodong. The person who offered help was Xu Hongmei, the female medic in charge of their group of more than a dozen people.

"Thank you, Sister Xu, for saving me!"

"Thank you, comrade, for saving my daughter."

The father and daughter thanked them with gratitude.

"You're welcome. I was just lending a hand. It was mainly your father who pulled you back." Xu Hongmei waved her hand, her tone concerned. "Uncle Zhao, you hold on for now. Duoduo, come down, I'll treat your wound."

Xu Hongmei really liked Zhao Xinduo, this resilient and stubborn girl. She was sweet and lovely, and very likable. She had never been lazy while working at the hospital these past few days.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you!"

Zhao Guodong nodded and continued fighting the enemy, while Zhao Xinduo climbed down from the sandbag.

Only then did she realize that several places on her fair palms were chafed raw and bleeding.

After checking and confirming there were no foreign objects, Xu Hongmei applied iodine solution for disinfection and then loosely bandaged her up with gauze.

With supplies scarce and no logistics to replenish them, this minor injury should have been easily treated with a band-aid, but since she likes this cute little girl, gauze can better protect her wound.

"Have you had a tetanus shot in the last five years?" Xu Hongmei asked while packing her medical kit.

Upon hearing that she might need a shot, Zhao Xinduo's face fell, and she couldn't help but want to lie, "A shot..."

Xu Hongmei smiled and saw through her thoughts at a glance. "Don't lie to me, tetanus can kill people."

Zhao Xinduo slumped her head dejectedly, her shoulders slumped, and she muttered softly, "Didn't get it..."

"Hehe, let's go, come with me to get a shot."