Eli charged forward without hesitation, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings before quickly identifying a relatively safe route.


    “This way!”


    He growled, his steps swift and steady as he gracefully leapt over a fallen billboard, his movements clean and efficient.


    The rich kid followed closely behind, his face pale and gasping for breath. His footing wavered, and he nearly stumbled.


    Even without turning back, Eli could clearly sense his condition.


    “Don’t stop! Run!”


    Eli shouted, his tone cold and commanding, but his face deliberately wore an urgent expression, making him look like he was running for his life.


    The rich kid flinched at Eli''s shout, quickly adjusting his pace and pressing forward without a moment''s hesitation.


    The path ahead was anything but safe. Several zombies blocked the group’s way forward.


    Eli’s eyes narrowed, and he quickened his pace without hesitation. Planting his foot firmly, he delivered a powerful kick to a zombie in his path.


    The kick wasn’t fatal, but it was enough to knock the zombie off balance and send it crashing to the ground.


    “Go!” he shouted back at the others.


    The rich kid, terrified by the scene, forced himself to keep moving under Eli’s stern urging.


    Meanwhile, Alan and the undercover cop grew increasingly coordinated.


    Alan focused on targeting the zombies’ knees, while the undercover cop aimed precise shots at their heads to suppress the horde’s advance as much as possible.


    “I’m almost out of bullets!” Alan shouted.


    Eli kept running while silently keeping an eye on his teammates'' situations.


    His mind remained utterly calm, and his instincts warned him to make use of every resource in the environment; otherwise, the team would struggle to break through the encirclement.


    His gaze quickly scanned the surroundings, locking onto a large billboard ahead.


    Eli quickened his pace, reaching the billboard in just a few steps and using all his strength to push it over.


    With a loud crash, the billboard toppled over, blocking the road and forming a solid obstacle.


    “Don’t stop!”


    Eli shouted to the group, not waiting for a response as he resumed his charge forward.


    The rich kid gritted his teeth and followed Eli’s path, stumbling but managing to squeeze past the obstacle.


    Alan sprinted, jumped, and quickly flipped over the billboard.


    The undercover cop was even more efficient, nimbly slipping through on the right side of the obstacle.


    Immediately afterward, several zombies came charging after them.


    The first zombie tripped over the fallen billboard, momentarily pausing its advance.


    It roared, clawing at the metal frame to tear it apart, only to get entangled in the fabric of the billboard.


    The zombies behind it were forced to slow down due to the obstruction.


    “Nice work!” the undercover cop shouted over his shoulder, his tone tinged with excitement.


    “Stop talking and run!”


    Alan growled, grabbing the undercover cop and pulling him forward as they sprinted ahead.


    The rich kid followed behind Eli, glancing back at the pursuing horde of zombies.


    Seeing them momentarily held up, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief.


    As the group turned a corner, the rich kid stumbled and collided with an abandoned suitcase.


    The suitcase toppled over, producing a sharp metallic clang that echoed piercingly through the station.


    The sound caught the attention of nearby zombies feasting on corpses. Like predators catching the scent of fresh prey, they let out low, guttural growls.


    The rich kid’s face was drained of all color, cold sweat streaming down his forehead like rain. He seemed frozen in place, paralyzed by fear.


    “Damn it!” the undercover cop cursed silently to himself.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Then, he shouted at the rich kid, “Don’t stop!”


    The yell jolted the rich kid back to life, his stiff body finally moving as if driven by sheer survival instinct.


    Eli glanced back, then quickly surveyed his surroundings. He soon locked onto a row of metal trash bins placed against the wall.


    Without hesitation, he changed direction and dashed toward the trash bins.


    Using both hands, he forcefully toppled the bins, sending them rolling toward the zombies in an attempt to slow their advance.


    The bins clattered loudly as they rolled, creating a cacophony that momentarily diverted the zombies’ attention and formed a temporary barrier.


    “Don’t waste time—run!” Eli shouted back at the group.


    Allen glanced at the trash bin rolling toward the zombies, a glimmer of approval flashing in his eyes.


    The undercover cop vaulted over the obstacles quickly, his gaze briefly landing on Eli, clearly impressed by Eli’s decisiveness and composure.


    The rich kid kept his eyes fixed on Eli’s back, stumbling with unsteady steps but not daring to stop for even a second.


    At this moment, the station exit had turned into a living nightmare.


    Some zombies were ferociously tearing into fallen survivors, black and red blood pooling on the floor.


    Others wandered aimlessly, letting out low growls through their noses, as if searching for new prey.


    The central passageway was blocked by mangled flesh and fallen bodies, with the sheer number of zombies creating a scene of despair.


    Survivors frantically pushed and shoved, with some being tripped in the chaos. Those who fell were instantly pounced on by zombies, their heart-wrenching screams echoing in the air.


    The sounds of screams and cries melded into an unbearable cacophony as chaos reigned.


    Most of the zombies at the exit had yet to notice Eli and his group, granting them a fleeting but precious chance to survive.


    Eli calmly scanned the situation at the exit and quickly identified a relatively clear stairwell on the right, with only two zombies lingering nearby.


    “This way!” he shouted decisively, taking the lead toward the stairs.


    The rich kid stumbled along, the horrific scene at the exit paralyzing him with fear, making it nearly impossible for him to run.


    At that moment, the undercover cop grabbed the rich kid by the collar and dragged him forward.


    The two zombies near the stairwell suddenly turned around, letting out a low, guttural growl.


    Immediately, they charged at the group like wild animals, their speed so fast it sent a chill down their spines.


    “Push through!”


    Eli shouted sharply and quickly circled around from the other side, his movements clean and decisive.


    Alan followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on the zombies’ every move. Seizing a gap between them, he darted through with agile precision.


    Reaching the stairs, he immediately turned to check on the undercover cop and the rich kid.


    The undercover cop dragged the rich kid, running desperately toward the stairwell.


    Seeing one of the zombies charging at them, the undercover cop muttered a curse under his breath: "Damn!"


    First, he shoved the rich kid toward safety, then dodged the zombie’s swinging arm.


    Finally, the undercover cop quickly grabbed the rich kid by the collar and dragged him through the last few meters with sheer force.


    Eli’s eyes darted around quickly, landing on a vending machine against the wall.


    A thought flashed quickly through his mind, and he immediately turned to Allen, shouting, "The machine!"


    Alan instantly understood without asking, rushing toward the vending machine.


    He and Eli pressed their shoulders against the machine, pushing with all their strength toward the staircase.


    The vending machine let out a loud metallic screech as it began to tilt.


    “Hurry!”


    Eli growled low, suddenly putting more force into it.


    With a thunderous crash, the heavy vending machine toppled over, landing squarely at the stairwell entrance and blocking the zombies’ path.


    The two zombies slammed into the sudden barrier, snarling and clawing at the vending machine. They tried to climb or shove it aside, but the weight of the machine acted as a temporary shield.


    From deeper within the stairwell came low growls, drawn by the loud crash of the vending machine.


    “They’re coming! Move it!”


    The undercover cop tugged at the rich kid, his voice filled with unmistakable urgency.


    As the group turned a corner, a zombie suddenly leapt from the side, its gaping maw lunging at the undercover cop.


    “Get down!”


    Eli roared, rushing in and slamming his shoulder into the zombie’s side, sending it stumbling away.


    Its razor-sharp claws grazed the undercover cop’s shoulder, narrowly missing tearing through his clothes.


    The undercover cop staggered back, his face pale.


    “Run!”


    Alan shouted, pulling the undercover cop back into formation with the group.


    By now, the rich kid was on the verge of collapse, nearly crumpling to the ground. Eli grabbed his arm and dragged him forward.


    The rich kid stumbled, his ragged breaths louder than his footsteps as the group sprinted with all their strength.


    The exit drew closer, the light growing blindingly bright, but so too did the sounds of zombies'' roars grow sharper and more distinct.


    Finally, the group burst out of the central station, greeted by blinding sunlight and a chaotic street.


    Vehicles were haphazardly piled up at the intersection, their exteriors scarred with deep claw marks. Some doors hung open, revealing blood-soaked seats inside.


    Zombies dragged corpses toward shadowed corners, leaving streaks of blood that snaked across the ground.


    Survivors were running wildly down the street, with screams and cries for help echoing nonstop.


    More people were falling, torn apart and dragged away by the zombies.


    “Follow me!”


    Allen raised his hand, pointing to a relatively open intersection, then quickly ran to the front.


    The rich kid was paralyzed with fear at the sight before him, muttering under his breath, “It’s over… it’s all over…”


    Eli grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward. “Shut up!”


    The growls of the zombies grew louder as the ones that had poured out of the station began chasing them along the street, their speed far exceeding that of any ordinary human.


    "Hurry up!" the undercover cop urged the group.


    Eli glanced back at the horde of zombies chasing them, his mind racing as he quickly calculated how to shake off these damn zombies.


    At that moment, a sharp honking sound suddenly echoed from nearby.


    The piercing noise cut through the zombies’ focus, instantly drawing their attention.


    The pursuing zombies paused briefly, their crimson eyes shifting toward the source of the sound—a trapped car.


    Inside, the driver was frantically slamming on the horn, desperately trying to fend off the zombies surrounding the vehicle.


    Alan glanced back, his expression complicated. He quickly turned away, unwilling to dwell on what was happening behind them.


    Eli''s gaze became more complex as he realized that the driver had unintentionally become the key to their escape.


    The rich kid wanted to say something, but it remained unspoken.


    On the street, the honking grew more frantic, while the group’s footsteps became heavier and faster.


    Behind them, the roars of zombies mixed with the driver’s screams inside the car, gradually fading into the distance.


    The haunting sounds etched themselves deep into their nerves, like scars that would never heal.