“Charge!”
“Get inside and we’ll be safe!”
“Charge in! Claim the houses! Loot the supplies!”
Happiness Street was a scene of utter chaos.
Three cars rolled slowly down the center of the street, crunching over shattered glass on the ground like a trio of tanks.
Dozens of able-bodied young men clutched weapons, swinging them wildly as they bellowed and smashed everything in sight.
“We knew you were hiding in your homes!”
“We knew you had supplies stashed away!”
“Come out! Come on out!”
These opportunistic looters, drawn together by greed, leered with twisted faces, determined to seize control of the entire street.
But Happiness Street’s original residents, led by Grandpa Zhang, never stopped fighting back for a moment.
They hurled household trash at the looters.
When the trash was gone, they grabbed decorative pebbles from their flower pots and pelted the attackers, drawing blood and splitting skulls.
When the pebbles ran out, they wielded homemade weapons—bamboo poles, wooden sticks, shovels—thrusting them through the windows and lashing out furiously.
Several times, the looters outside grabbed hold of their weapons and yanked hard, trying to drag the defenders out. But each time, the residents wrenched free.
And the moment they did, they resumed their counterattack.
“Get out! Get the hell out!”
This was their home!
The supplies in their homes were what they had scavenged trip by trip, bit by bit!
They hadn’t stolen or robbed from anyone. This was theirs, and they wouldn’t hand it over to anybody!
Never!
With the neighbors all locked in battle, Lin Zao stood at his wide-open window too, gripping his slingshot. He squinted one eye shut and fired bottle shards nonstop.
The glass fragments were small, but their edges were razor-sharp and unyieldingly hard.
Lin Zao pinched one between his fingers, drew back the slingshot, and took aim at someone below.
At a time like this, he didn’t care about holding back from killing.
Hitting an eye would be ideal. The face would do just fine too!
With a sharp whoosh, the glass shard streaked out in a straight line, fast enough to leave only a blur in its wake.
The next second, his target let out a agonized scream and clutched his face. Blood oozed from between his fingers.
Lin Zao didn’t have time to inspect the damage. He knew he’d hit, so he snatched up another handful of shards and kept firing.
He paid no mind to the cuts on his own hands.
Whoosh—two hits.
Whoosh whoosh—three.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—four, five, six.
Curses, cries of pain, and screams all blended into a roaring cacophony, like the crash of ocean waves.
Amid the din, Lin Zao didn’t notice Fu Cheng standing beside him, Adam’s apple bobbing, chest rumbling.
Low growls emanated from his throat and chest, muffled but relentless.
“Rrrgh… rrrgh… rrrgh—”
Lin Zao fired at the enemies closest to his house, but he stole glances at the neighbors’ situations too.
The looters had come in from the street’s end, so the sisters’ hair salon and Grandpa Zhang’s convenience store were taking the worst of it.
Fortunately, both shops had sturdy iron garage roller doors that wouldn’t give way anytime soon.
Lin Zao loosed another glass shard, his right hand sweeping the windowsill.
But this time, before he could grab more—
The scene outside shifted quietly.
Lin Zao pulled back his hand and held his breath.
The neighbors paused their attacks too.
For a moment, everyone watched the street in silence.
Because—
A zombie had appeared out of nowhere at the street mouth, slinking silently up behind the looters.
The looters didn’t even turn around. They figured the sudden quiet from the houses meant the residents were terrified of them.
Emboldened, they shouted even louder and smashed with wilder abandon.
This was accompanied by Fu Cheng’s growls.
“Rrrgh—”
Another zombie appeared.
“Rrrgh rrrgh—”
One after another, zombies materialized at the far end of the street.
Only then did Lin Zao finally hear Fu Cheng’s roars.
He whipped his head around. Fu Cheng stood at the window, face taut, expression icy.
From their third-floor vantage, Fu Cheng gazed down with lowered head and eyes.
Was that… Fu Cheng?
Had Fu Cheng summoned these zombies?
Lin Zao had no time to dwell.
In the next instant, Fu Cheng seized his wrist and yanked him behind, shielding him firmly.
And then—a beastly, earth-shaking roar thundered through the neighborhood.
—”ROAR!!!”
Charge!
At the command, countless zombies surged into the street mouth—far outnumbering the dozens of looters!
The first zombie lunged forward. Before one man could turn, it tackled him, locking arms around his neck and rolling him to the ground.
“Rrrgh—”
“Ah!”
The zombie pinned the man down and bared its gaping maw.
A wave of putrid stench washed over the man’s face. He didn’t think—just thrashed instinctively.
“Zombie… zombies! Help! Somebody help me!”
He writhed like a fat worm pinned under a rooster’s claw.
But the zombie didn’t relent. It twisted its head with his movements, angling perfectly, then struck.
Crunch!
“Ah—”
Its jaws clamped down hard on the man’s arm.
He screamed, struggling even harder.
It was like a drop of water hitting a sizzling oil pan.
In an instant, the whole street erupted into pandemonium!
“Zombies! Zombies!”
“Zombies are here! Run, everyone, run!”
The first bitten man hadn’t succumbed to the zombie virus yet. His mind still clear, he flailed toward his companions, hands outstretched.
“Don’t go! Save me! Please save me…”
But none of his so-called allies paid him any mind. No one stopped for him.
The crowd scattered in all directions, zombies howling in pursuit.
The people in the cars—likely the ringleaders of this raid—tried to regain control.
“Don’t panic! Stay calm, everyone!”
“Zombies aren’t that fast. Let’s break into these houses while we can!”
“Get inside! We’ll be safe inside! Don’t panic! Don’t scatter!”
But no one listened this time.
Not everyone in the mob even knew each other.
Most had just been swayed by the promises, tagging along to fish in troubled waters and snag some loot.
With no organization or discipline to begin with, of course they bolted at the first sign of zombies.
Who cared about robbing now?
Still, some eyes turned to the cars.
Cars! They had cars!
Someone lunged at a vehicle, yanking desperately at the door handle.
“Open up! Let me in!”
But they’d locked the doors tight before setting out to loot, of course.
Undeterred, the man tried car after car. Finally, he found one unlocked.
It opened!
He dove for the interior.
“Let me in!”
“No room! Run, get out of here!”
“Let me in! Squeeze me in!”
“Fine, hop on, but no more—”
Too late. The noise drew heads from all over the street.
The Tri-Colored Trio, holed up at home and loving the chaos, shouted gleefully: “Over there—cars! Get to the cars, everyone!”
Everyone who couldn’t outrun the zombies dodged and weaved their way to the vehicles.
Some swarmed the unlocked car, grabbing at those inside to drag them out and make space.
Others clambered onto hoods and roofs, pounding at the glass to break in.
The street dissolved into total mayhem.
“You said there were supplies here! You brought us! You have to take responsibility!”
“Stop smashing the glass! If it breaks, we’re all dead!”
“Then get out and let us in!”
“Hurry!”
Inside and atop the cars, a few reached a tense agreement.
“You first—off the hood. We’ll open up for you!”
“You mean it?”
“Yeah, yeah! Door’s open! Get in quick!”
But the moment the man slid off, the drivers gunned the engines and floored it.
They didn’t care who was in front— they barreled forward to escape.
Just then, Fu Cheng unleashed another roar!
“ROAR!”
“Rrrgh rrrgh rrrgh!”
The nearest zombies wheeled around and charged the cars, throwing their bodies in the way.
Engines revved to the max, tires screaming.
A tense standoff: either zombies got flung aside, or the cars got shoved back.
Finally, Fu Cheng gave Lin Zao’s hand a squeeze and bolted downstairs.
Lin Zao’s heart sank. “Brother Cheng!” he called, chasing after him.
As Fu Cheng raced down, he stripped off the gloves, mask, and bite guard Lin Zao had given him, handing them back.
“Brother Cheng!”
Fu Cheng reached the back door, twisted the lock just like Lin Xiaobao had the night before, and flung it open.
He burst out—then doubled back after one step. Retracting his sharp claws, he cradled Lin Zao’s face roughly.
Lin Zao froze, eyes wide.
Had Brother Cheng lost it after seeing the zombies bite outside?
Was he going to bite him?
No. No bite.
Fu Cheng pursed his lips, hid his fangs, and mimicked the way Lin Zao had kissed him before—crashing his mouth against Lin Zao’s forehead.
—Little Zao, I’m going! Stay inside!
These zombies were the ones he’d called.
They were protecting his wife and son.
His wife and son could stay hidden, but he couldn’t!
Fu Cheng charged out the door, through the alley, and pounced. He cocked a fist and smashed it into a car window.
Crack! Fractures spiderwebbed out.
Like tiny spiders skittering on slender legs from under his knuckles, racing outward.
Fu Cheng drew back, knuckles cracking, and swung again.
Bang!
The window shattered. He plunged his arm inside!
The blocking zombies, inspired, heaved with all their might, shoving the fleeing car back.
Screams pierced the air from within. Fu Cheng grabbed two men’s collars with both hands and hauled them toward the outside.
You want to rob my wife and son’s stuff?
You want to bully my wife and son?
You?
Fu Cheng tried to yank them out, but the window was too narrow for two.
Shoulders jammed, they were crushed half to pulp in the tight space, reduced to sobbing pleas.
“Sorry… we’re sorry, we were wrong…”
Meanwhile, Lin Zao dashed around on the first floor, eyes glued to Fu Cheng, terrified he’d get hurt.
How could he…
Just run out without a word?
It scared him half to death!
Snapping to, Lin Zao whirled, grabbed the military coat and wrapped it around himself. He donned the helmet, mask, and gloves—bundled up tight, fully geared.
If Fu Cheng was out there, he sure as hell wasn’t staying home alone!
But then Lin Xiaobao came downstairs with the little dog.
“Dad, are bad guys here? Why didn’t you call me? I…”
“Little Bao, shh—” Lin Zao held a finger to his lips, face stern.
Lin Xiaobao froze, clapped a hand over his mouth, and stood obediently still.
He got it. No talking. No trouble.
With Brother Cheng outside and Little Bao inside, Lin Zao was torn, unsure whether to go.
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