They wove through the road in the middle of the mountain forest, occasionally encountering some scattered zombies along the way.

These zombies, after being scorched under the sun, were as shriveled as dehydrated animals and moved slowly.

Li Yu and the others didn’t get out of the car and just drove over them.

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

They were less than fifty kilometers away from Xiu County.

Actually, if they hadn’t been delayed a bit at the Cross-river Bridge, they would probably be there by now.

With such a short distance left, Li Yu sent out the vanguard team, allowing Ju Tianrui and Li Tie to scout ahead to Xiu County and find a suitable position for a base.

After all, there were many vehicles behind, and speeding up would make it easy for the rear cars to fall behind. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But if it were an armored transport vehicle, with its superior performance, it could travel slightly faster on these bumpy roads.

Ju Tianrui and Li Tie each took a few people and set off for Xiu County first.

There were only four military radios in good working condition; one was left in Oil City, Third Uncle took one, the Big Camphor Tree Base had one.

There was only one left with the convoy.

To avoid losing contact due to too great a distance, Li Yu waited until they were only fifty kilometers away from Xiu County before dispatching the vanguard team.

This could save time, so when the main force reached Xiu County, Ju Tianrui and Li Tie would have already figured out the general situation in Xiu County, saving the time for finding a base.

After Li Tie and Ju Tianrui left, Li Yu and the others did not stop and continued to drive slowly.

...

Near the South Sea.

The typhoon had been lingering over the Western Pacific for many days.

At this time, it turned to the Philippines Sea.

Forming a Z-shaped curve.

The Philippines.

Manila.

Huge waves were surging.

Moisture was carried by the hurricane, ravaging the surrounding islands.

The superstorm uprooted coconut trees along the edge of the archipelago, and the already decaying wooden houses were also lifted by the storm.

Crash!

A massive ship, blown from who knows where, crashed onto the shore.

Like a whale, carving a long gully into the beach.

After the storm, tall waves followed, submerging the coastal areas.

Zombies fell like raindrops from the sky, crashing onto the ground.

Some zombies, like lumps of mud, smashed onto the hard ground, instantly bursting into a mess of rotten flesh.

While some zombies fell into the grass, their limbs intact, walking forward.

Some zombies had their legs smashed, but their heads weren’t fatally injured, so they continued crawling with their hands.

In this place, there were no more survivors.

Only deeper inland could traces of survivors be found.

They were all hiding in bunkers or relatively sturdy buildings, looking fearfully at the doomsday scene outside.

The sky-darkening hurricane, carrying raindrops and zombies, slammed down everywhere.

Vegetation was uprooted, houses destroyed.

Some survivors inside stared blankly at the flying zombies, then were bitten by them, and before they could turn into zombies, the following storm blew them up into the sky.

The space between heaven and earth felt like purgatory on Earth.

The power of nature is greater than humanity can imagine.

After the havoc, this coastal city was in utter ruin.

This typhoon had lingered back and forth between the South Sea and the Philippines Sea for several cycles.

Cycle after cycle, like a tractor plowing the land, turning it over repeatedly, digging deep.

A man stood at the entrance of the bunker, looking out through a small glass window, his eyes full of terror.

"Open the door, save us." Outside the bunker, two weathered-looking women were pounding heavily on the bunker door.

The bunker had two doors, the outer door was a heavy steel door, with a small aperture in the middle, fitted with bulletproof glass.

The back door was a concrete door with iron bars and bulletproof glass in the middle.

Through the glass, he could see the two women outside.

The man stepped back a few paces hurriedly, then pulled up the iron plate behind the glass window.

Can’t open it!

But he was conflicted inside; his left hand wanted to reach for the handle, but his right hand held onto the left tightly.

A pained expression appeared on his face.

Ten seconds later, the shrill voices outside ceased abruptly.

The man slowly stood up, opened the door inside, and pressed his face to the glass of the outer door.

Bang!

The face of a zombie slammed against the glass with a loud noise.

The man jumped back in shock, this woman was the one knocking earlier, now turned into a zombie.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind blew in, lifting the zombie outside into the air.

Through this door, the man heard the terrifying wind outside, sounding like tearing fabric, sharp and tight.

He quickly retreated, returned to the second door, and clumsily closed it tightly.

Scurrying down the tunnel of the bunker.

Then ran to the room he used as a bedroom, shut the door tight.

Curled up on the bed, clutching the blanket tightly over his head.

Trembling all over.

He was fortunate; when the apocalypse first broke out, he went to his doomsday survivalist younger brother.

His younger brother bought this bunker and modified it, stockpiling it with supplies.

Unfortunately, his brother suddenly died of a heart attack one day.

He never left the bunker, staying inside all the time.