"Ah! Help! Help me."
The screams in the distance pulled Lang Hua out of his trance.
"Save people first." Lang Hua decided.
But as soon as he grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand, he felt a heartbreaking pain.
Lang Hua smiled helplessly, his right arm was half disabled. Individuals that transform into black corpses in the early stages still maintain their original bone hardness.
After all, even the extra-hard manganese steel machete has a few tiny gaps.
The shock caused by the unorganized chopping will inevitably aggravate the injury to the right arm.
The sky is still dark, but Lang Hua estimates that it will be dawn soon.
More black corpses were attracted by the sound of fighting and were slowly approaching here.
Lang Hua put away the machete and put it behind his back, recalling the layout of the houses in the base and preparing to change his response strategy.
He took off the loudspeaker that was used during construction on the wall and shouted while running: "I am Lang Hua, the one who is still alive, after I turn on the searchlight, retreat to the lighthouse in the North District, where I can defend. I It's Lang Hua, he's still alive..."
"Roar!"
Lang Hua nimbly avoided the sharp claws extended by the black corpses on both sides of the road. Sometimes he dodged left and right, sometimes he bowed his waist, and sometimes he raised his body with one hand to climb over obstacles.
"Hey."
This is a beautiful spin kick, making full use of the huge inertia of running. Lang Hua stepped diagonally on the wall and hit the black corpse in the back of the head.
It suffered such a heavy blow to a key part, and the huge shock directly caused it to fall into coma.
Lang Hua took out the military spur with his left hand and quickly completed the last hit.
The loudspeaker originally slung on his shoulder, after completing its historical mission, was used by Lang Hua as a flying hammer and thrown on the head of a black corpse on the road.
There is no need to be polite to the guy who blocks the road.
After all the twists and turns, Lang Hua finally arrived at the power distribution room at the construction site.
"Teng Teng Teng."
The spotlights in every corner of the base lit up one after another.
The black corpses that were scratching at the door panel of the dormitory, and the black corpses that were kneeling on the roadside eating flesh and blood, all stood up one by one, and mechanically surrounded each searchlight stand.
…
Ten minutes ago, the base dormitory area.
Wang De shouted anxiously: "Come in, come in quickly! Block the door."
The younger-looking man next to him surnamed Xing hurriedly stopped him: "Brother De, Xiao Zhang and the others are still outside."
Wang De turned around and roared ferociously, "Leave them alone, we will all die if we don't close the door!"
There were several middle-aged workers around him who all chimed in: "Yeah, maybe he's been bitten."
"Yes, Lao Xing, please get out of the way. Otherwise we will be in danger."
"Ah, here they come. Two monsters!"
"It's Lao Zhangtou and Lao Litou. They are actually..."
"Get out of the way!" Wang De snatched the wooden chair from Xing Wutian's hand and blocked it behind the door. He turned to him and shouted, "Do you want to kill all of us? Go and kill the wooden chair over there with Lao Liu." Move the table over here!”
Xing Wutian shuddered: "Hey, good."
Over there, Wang De and several other people pushed hard, and the wooden door made a "squeaking" sound that symbolized being overwhelmed. The thin pressed door panels were opening and closing in a state of sawing between the black corpse and several people.
"Keep it up, they're coming in!"
"Brother De, how about we fight them."
"Old Liu, are you crazy? How can you fight this kind of living dead? Didn't you see that Chen Gong stabbed it several times and acted like a normal person? It was still bitten in the end!"
"I saw it when my kids were watching movies at home. These are called zombies, and they have to be hit on the head to die."
"How can you believe what's in the movie? Do you want your brothers to risk their lives?"
"That's right. Old Liu, are you convinced of what you said?"
"This I..."
"But if we don't listen to Lao Liu, this school won't last long."
"What should I do..."
"Listen, someone is talking on the loudspeaker!"
"Really, it seems to be... Xiaohua?"
"Let us take refuge in the lighthouse. There are so many monsters outside, don't we want to die?"
Wang De glared at the man and said, "Then do you have any other ideas?"
"Ah, yes. Brother De, then let's..."
"Wait," Wang De shook his head, "wait until Xiaohua says the searchlight turns on."
…
After Lang Hua successfully turned on the searchlight, he turned around and ran towards the North District Lighthouse without stopping.
That's the highest point closest to the workers' dormitory area.
He needed to clear the road ahead of the workers as they headed to the lighthouse.
The objects to be cleaned were not garbage and debris, but the black corpse with teeth and claws in front of him.
"Hey!"
Lang Hua twisted his body to avoid the black corpse's sharp claws and kicked it towards its lower body.
Taking advantage of his unstable body, he stabbed with his left hand and thrust the dagger without the handle into the black corpse's eye socket.
This one seemed to be someone he had seen before, but Lang Hua did not hesitate at all, stepped on the black corpse's head and pulled out the dagger.
After thirteen years of experience in his previous life, Lang Hua would not be so stupid as to regard them as his own kind.
According to his past life memory, this black-gray mist inhabited by alien spore organisms was released into the Earth's atmosphere two years in advance by the Star Thieves group.
Such spore black mist has the effect of inducing mutation and transforming the environment, and will continue to proliferate and spread for about 300 days. Eventually, the black fog followed the subtropical high-pressure trade winds and spread all over the world, gradually splitting and multiplying, causing the concentration to rise.
And on the evening of the day when the disaster strikes, it is also the "Advent Day". The various indicators of the spore black mist increased exponentially, causing hundreds of millions of earth species to complete the transformation of hidden-order crystalline organisms into first-order crystalline organisms in just a few hours.
For people living in the Eastern Hemisphere, the disaster this time happened not after the sun set a month later, but late last night.
This means that fewer people will be active outdoors, and the base rate of severe infections and corpse transformation will also be reduced.
But in contrast, disasters that occur in the middle of the night are more silent and more difficult to prevent.
Perhaps the underlying situation has changed, but not much.
For global black fog outbreaks, although there are slight deviations in time due to geography, they will all occur between dusk and dawn.
And blowout outbreaks like this will steadily occur twice a year in the future.
We call this a "seasonal eruption."
At least this was still the case until the World Extermination War thirteen years ago. However, the scale of the two eruptions per year is not fixed, and therefore affects the evolution rate of the earth's races in different regions.
The closest morphological similarity to this alien organism is Sporothrix schenckii on Earth, but the Black Mist spores are more toxic. Lang Hua didn't know whether the Black Mist Spore was a native organism of the Star Thief Planet, but it unexpectedly showed strong compatibility with carbon-based DNA organisms on Earth.
Black mist spores should belong to the category of parasitic organisms. During the stage of multiplication and spread of black mist before the disaster, they all showed a non-toxic and harmless hidden symbiotic state among all life forms on the earth.
The spore community aggregates into solid-liquid particles smaller than 100 microns, and continues to be suspended in the black mist to maintain a dormant-like low-consumption state. It is only partially active at moments of rapid proliferation.
