Morr! Morr!
Daryl rushed into the house he had finally tracked down for Morr, clutching his crossbow.
Daryl slammed the front door open from the outside. The long neglected door creaked as it struck the wall and slowly bounced back, its mounting screws loosening and falling out.
Two corpses lay on the floor inside the house. Their flesh was torn apart, their mouths stained with blood, and their heads were smashed beyond recognition.
Daryl's pupils contracted as he shouted in alarm.
Morr? Where the hell did you go? Get out here!
Whoa, hey, look who it is. Isn't it my good little brother, Daryl?
What's up? Why the sudden visit?
Covered in blood, Morr appeared at the landing on the second floor and walked downstairs with a teasing grin.
Daryl did not rush toward Morr as he had when he first entered. Instead, he stood still and observed him carefully.
Did you get bitten or scratched by those damn things?
Daryl's voice trembled slightly. He was afraid of hearing the worst possible answer.
Am I being underestimated? Hahaha!
Those two pieces of trash thought they could hurt me? Don't make me laugh.
Daryl remained silent, his eyes fixed on Morr.
Alright, my dear brother, what is going on? You look like you are about to cry.
Morr looked at Daryl's reddened eyes with confusion, then glanced at his own blood soaked clothes and explained with a helpless tone.
Ah, this blood belongs to those two bastards. I am not hurt.
Hearing this, Daryl let out a relieved breath. He stepped forward and pointed a finger at Morr, putting on a fierce expression.
Damn, Morr, do not flatter yourself. I would not be sad over a bastard like you.
Oh, little Daryl is angry.
Morr's playful grin helped ease the tension in Daryl's expression.
Shut up, Morr. Let's go now. I will explain everything on the way.
Daryl turned toward the door and stopped looking at Morr.
Alright, alright.
Morr complied casually, picked up the club he had dropped near the corpses, and followed him outside.
The two reached the street. Daryl led the way and began explaining the terrifying scene he had witnessed earlier.
Morr, we need to stay away from crowds and avoid getting hurt by those freaks.
I saw a group of human looking monsters swarm a man, bite him to death, and eat his insides. After some time, the man who had been attacked stood back up and turned into one of them.
Daryl, have you been getting lost in stories again and daydreaming like a kid? Haha!
Morr did not fully believe Daryl's words and laughed while teasing him.
Piss off, Morr. I am not joking.
Just as Daryl was about to continue speaking, the sound of dense footsteps reached their ears.
The two looked up and saw people rushing toward them from the front and from the left. The ones leading the group had deep bite marks on their necks, wounds that did not resemble animal bites, and their abdomens were torn open, appearing hollow.
Morr's expression froze. His mind went blank for a moment, and a thought screamed in his head.
What the hell? Why does this look like what that unlucky bastard Daryl described? Am I imagining things? But I do not read those childish stories.
Stop spacing out and run!
Daryl shouted to snap Morr back to reality and immediately tried to flee to the right.
To his surprise, another group appeared at the corner. With no other option, the two turned and ran in the opposite direction.
However, no matter which way they ran, they were blocked. Gradually, they were forced into a corner in front of a house.
Seeing the monsters closing in, they had no choice but to retreat into Morr's house and barricade the door.
God, this is insane. How can they still stand when their guts have been ripped out? Are they even human?
Stop talking, Morr, and focus on holding the door. I do not want to become one of them.
The monsters crowded the door and slammed against it relentlessly. The door began to bend inward, and the final screws were close to failing.
Damn it, we cannot hold this much longer.
Little brother, listen. I have a plan. I will open the door and you hide behind it. I will lure them inside. When most of them come in, you run out through the front door. We will meet again on the road out of town.
No, Morr, you bastard. This is not the time to be a hero. There are too many of them. You cannot handle it.
Enough, listen to me. This is my house. I know it well. I will get out safely. Just remember to take my beloved motorcycle when you escape. Haha!
Morr suddenly let go of the door and stepped back. Daryl, unable to hold it alone, staggered. Seeing the monsters about to break in, he quickly hid behind the door.
Morr stood in the center of the room, shouting loudly to draw their attention.
Hey! You bunch of motherless, filthy freaks! Come and get me if you can! Come on!
While shouting insults, he slowly retreated toward the second floor.
Once Daryl no longer heard footsteps entering, he carefully peeked out. Confirming the outside was clear, he crept out of the house and pulled the door shut. The screws fell out, but the door remained wedged in place.
After getting outside, Daryl ran, wiping his eyes as he went.
Morr, you better not die, you bastard.
Some time later, Daryl sat on a motorcycle with another parked beside it. The two bikes were stopped along the road leading out of town. The surroundings were quiet with no one in sight.
More time passed, and still no one appeared. Daryl leaned his forehead into his hand, resting his arm on the bike. His hand covered his face, hiding his expression.
Time passed slowly as the sun began to set in the west.
The sound of slow footsteps echoed, gradually approaching Daryl.
However, he did not react and remained seated quietly on the motorcycle.
The footsteps grew closer and finally stopped in front of him.
Daryl felt someone standing beside him and a hand reaching toward him. He suddenly sprang up, driving his right forearm into the newcomer while raising his left fist.
Whoa, whoa. Dear brother, is this how you greet the brother who just saved you?
Morr quickly blocked Daryl with both hands and spoke to stop him.
You bastard! I have been waiting here so long, and you had the nerve to go change clothes? Why did you not just die in that cursed house!
To his surprise, Morr turned around and showed off the punk style outfit he had found, speaking proudly.
Looks good, right? I saw it in a clothing store I passed after leaving the house. I liked it at first sight.
Daryl pushed Morr away, discreetly wiped his eyes, and waved him off.
Fine, stop acting like a peacock. Get on the bike. We are leaving.
Morr shrugged, mounted the other bike, and the two rode toward the edge of town.
The sky grew dark. After riding for a while, they finally reached the city exit.
From a distance, the two saw the scene ahead and immediately slammed on the brakes.
At the exit, countless vehicles were piled up, blocking the roads. Burning cars were scattered everywhere, with occasional explosions. People and monsters were mixed together, swarming chaotically like ants in a nest. Screams echoed continuously. It was a scene of complete chaos.
In front of them, an endless wave of monsters surged toward the exit.
My God, this is insane!
We cannot get through here. We have to return to the back road near your place to leave the city.
Oh God, I really do not want to go back to that place.
The ones there are trapped inside your house. Even if there are others outside, they will likely head toward this area.
Fine, let us go back then. Maybe we can check if the dogs at home are still around, haha.
Daryl rolled his eyes at Morr and turned his bike around first. Morr followed closely behind.
Passing Morr's house, Daryl noticed the door had fallen off and the monsters inside were gone. He quickly signaled Morr to stop.
After parking the bikes, Daryl looked at the ground. Bloody footprints mixed with muddy tracks led away toward the left side of the road.
There should be four people. Judging by the size of the prints, there is a woman and a child. There are no blood drops, so they are probably not injured. We have to save them. In this situation, people are important. We will not survive well with just the two of us.
No way, little brother. You really want to save them? We are not exactly good people.
Saving them will help us survive better, if they are worth saving.
Alright, I will listen to my cute little brother.
The two mounted their bikes again and slowly followed the footprints.
Not long after, a series of gunshots rang out. Both men immediately stopped.
Damn, that sounds like heavy firepower. Maybe our help is unnecessary?
...
Daryl remained silent for a moment.
Let us slow down and observe from the perimeter.
They moved forward cautiously. They did not see any people, but they saw a horde of monsters blocking a narrow road, growling and swaying violently.
Seeing this, the two quickly turned their bikes around and left.
Damn it, they are definitely dead.
They had guts, trying to hold back a crowd that large.
After leaving, the two discussed their options. It was too dark to travel safely, so they found a nearby house, cleared it, and rested for the night.
At dawn, they checked their bikes.
Damn it, we are almost out of fuel. We cannot go far.
If we are going to refuel, we should also gather supplies and leave tomorrow morning.
After hiding the bikes, they went out to search for supplies.
Along the way, they heard gunshots. When they arrived, they only saw several monsters lying on the ground with bullet wounds in their heads.
While scavenging, they noticed some houses had been searched already. Unsure of how many people were nearby, they increased their pace. Once they gathered enough supplies, they returned to the bikes.
When the sun rose again, they packed their supplies. Morr mounted his bike with a sniper rifle he had found the previous day, while Daryl carried his crossbow and supplies. Together, they left the area.
As they approached the small road leading out of town, they noticed a group of monsters surrounding a car, snarling and pounding against it.
Daryl and Morr observed for a moment and confirmed it was the same four people from before.
They are lucky to survive being surrounded by such a large group. Right, little brother?
Yes.
Morr looked at Daryl, who seemed eager to intervene. He sighed softly and spoke first.
Hey, looks like someone needs help, huh? Hahaha!