Chapter 15: Northern Suburbs Frontline
While led Third Squad as the advance team pushing north along , led Second Squad in dealing with a corpse pile on the road surface.
Oil-soaked cotton yarn was stuffed into the gaps of the corpse pile. The soldiers pulled the fuses back to a safe distance. Flames erupted with a roar, and the acrid stench of burning swept on the wind, dispersing into the depths of the street.
Black-red oily flames licked through the layers of bodies, incinerating the risk of virus transmission along with them.
’s gaze swept over the burning corpse pile, then shifted to the street stretching north.
Most of the shops lining both sides of had their doors wide open. Shards of glass covered the sidewalks, and the rolling shutters of the stores were half lowered.
Over three hundred was only the vanguard of the corpse group in the northern section. The farther north they went, the closer they got to the First People’s Hospital—and the density of the corpse group would only increase.
“Everyone check your gear. We follow Third Squad in five minutes.”
The vanguard Third Squad had already advanced two kilometers.
“Convenience store. Activity behind the rolling shutter. Number unknown,” the scout reported in a low voice.
made a gesture. Two soldiers stood sideways on either side of the door. One soldier used the handle of an to knock on the metal door panel.
Three dull thuds—dang, dang, dang. Immediately, chaotic growls and scratching sounds came from inside the door. The noise of fingernails scraping against the iron sheet was sharp and piercing.
“Lift the door thirty centimeters.”
Two soldiers worked together, gripping the bottom of the rolling shutter and suddenly heaving it upward.
From the dim interior of the shop, two gray-blue figures rushed out, lunging forward in a bent-over charge toward the gap.
Bang. Bang.
Two precise shots struck the foreheads. The two zombies collapsed halfway, landing heavily on the threshold. Black blood flowed along the gap onto the sidewalk.
The soldiers didn’t enter right away. They waited a moment to confirm there were no more sounds inside, then two soldiers slipped in from the side—one covering the rear—quickly clearing the shelves, the storeroom, and the blind spots around the cash register.
“Cleared. Four inside, all killed.”
This kind of sweep was repeated in every store.