His eyes glowed faintly reddish in the night.
When he looked up at the Blood Moon, this glow intensified.
He sat in the car, breathing heavily, his heart pounding so loudly it could almost be heard outside the vehicle.
Shawn gripped the steering wheel, completely unaware of the bulging veins on his arms.
The rapid circulation of blood caused a steamy breath to slowly escape his mouth; at this moment, Shawn looked like a machine operating at high speed.
Clunk—!
Shawn expressionlessly turned his head, a Zombie was hitting the car window with its head.
It couldn't see Shawn through the one-way window, but its actions changed from initial gentle taps to now roaring hysterically, hitting relentlessly even if its brains splattered.
However, at this moment, it was exactly 11:59 PM.
Shawn raised his hand to shift gears, gripping the steering wheel tightly, and surged forward with a roar.
His eyes were filled with bloodlust; under this Blood Moon, it wasn't just the Zombies that were going mad.
Shawn tilted his head to look in the rearview mirror.
The Zombie that had just been hitting the car window was now running wildly on its two legs!
Its running motion was somewhat similar to a living person's, yet stranger, making one's hair stand on end just by looking at it.
Flash—!!
A bolt of lightning flashed through the all-encompassing blood mist.
Behind that Zombie, a dozen blurred figures swayed, charging relentlessly towards Shawn!
"Less than twenty, running speed only slightly inferior to normal humans; if they surround me head-on, I have no chance at all."
"This is truly outrageous, are these the Zombies that stumbled around during the day, barely able to walk?!"
Shawn gnashed his teeth.
Even with Shawn's current 'Lv6' strength, facing these dozen Berserkers Zombies, a single misstep could lead to being bitten to death.
Above the car Shawn was driving, the Blood Moon followed closely.
If anyone else could see the Blood Moon, they would surely think that Shawn himself was carrying it.
Rip—!!!
Under the Blood Moon, the lightning grew increasingly violent.
It directly tore through the sky, splitting the blood mist and exposing the dozen hideous-faced Zombies.
They were tireless, fearless; they only wanted to eat Shawn, or be 'eaten' by Shawn as experience points.
Since acquiring the seven days to die system, Shawn had been in an absolute, unending opposition with them.
Shawn looked at the increasingly familiar road ahead, his eyes red, a rare, grim smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm difficult to fight against alone, but it's different if others help."
"Damn system, you want me to die, but I refuse to die!"
The familiar courtyard came into view, and Shawn sharply turned the steering wheel, causing the entire car to drift sideways and crash directly into the courtyard.
Bang—!
The huge noise woke everyone up.
However, before they could react, Shawn directly crushed and threw out a smoke bomb.
He, on the other hand, with the Ma Bone Warhammer on his back, flipped over, stepped on the car roof, and climbed directly onto the rooftop.
At this moment, rapid footsteps came from inside the house, one person pushed the door open, followed closely by a dozen others.
"Damn it, you dare to come back?!"
"Keep him in sight, we absolutely cannot let him escape this time! I'm going to burn him alive!"
A bald man roared, filled with malice.
His right hand was charred black, tightly wrapped in gauze with blood seeping out, looking somewhat miserable.
Clearly, the exploded car had also affected him.
However, all usable cars had been destroyed, preventing them from tracking Shawn and his two companions, so they never expected Shawn to dare to return, which hit the bald man right in his heart.
The dozen or so remaining men on the bald man's side held guns, squinting, trying hard to see through the smoke bomb to discern the situation inside the car.
Until a swaying figure appeared, its silhouette gradually outlined as the smoke dissipated.
The bald man was overjoyed!
"Fire!!"
At his command, a dozen Fully Armed men simultaneously pulled their triggers.
For a moment, the fire from wildly unleashed bullets mixed with smoke carrying the smell of gunpowder.
The swaying figure suddenly had dozens of bullet holes all over its body, struggled a few times, and then abruptly fell to the ground, unmoving.
The smoke completely cleared, and the dozen or so people slowly approached.
The bald man impatiently rushed to the front, using his rifle to prop up and flip over the body lying on the ground.
"This is... a Zombie!?" The bald man's eyes widened.
At the same time, he heard a dozen roars by his ear that were neither human nor beast.
Everyone's expressions froze, and they stiffly turned their necks to look outside the door.
They saw a dozen Zombies standing there, having appeared at some unknown time; these Zombies' heads trembled at varying frequencies, and their eyeballs could even rotate.
Just one look made everyone involuntarily swallow and take a step back.
"Take them down." The bald man waved his hand and turned to walk back into the house.
"After you take them down, search for them! Those people must still be nearby; tonight, we'll settle this! They killed so many of my men and destroyed all the..."
The bald man mumbled, but before he could finish, the next second, amidst the dense gunfire, terrifying screams that made one's scalp tingle suddenly rang out!
The bald man's heart suddenly felt hollow, his breathing heavy, and he turned back abruptly, filled with disbelief.
What met his eyes was a putrid, stinking face, less than 20 centimeters from his own.
"Fuc..."
The bald man struggled to raise his right-hand rifle.
The rifle was too long; at such a close range, it could only target the Zombie's abdomen, and he fired several shots.
The Zombie lunged forward, then pulled its head back.
Amidst earth-shattering screams, it tore out the bald man's eyeball along with the nerve and flesh, and swallowed it.
The second bite landed directly on the bald man's neck, biting off half of it, causing his head to detach unsteadily and roll 'gurgle gurgle' onto the ground.
Shawn, lying on the rooftop, saw this gruesome scene of human misery but felt no pity; he merely clicked his tongue and said,
"What a shame."
"This team's strength isn't weak; they've seized a lot of weapons, ammunition, and resources, far stronger than the farm, I don't know how much."
"But unfortunately, they treated these Berserkers Zombies as ordinary Zombies, which destined them to be devoured one by one by these Zombies."
"15 against 15, a crushing defeat!"
Shawn sighed.
These Zombies were a dimensionality reduction strike for the survivors.
Survivors accustomed to slow-moving Zombies could hardly have anticipated that these Berserkers Zombies were barely slower than normal humans, and fearless of ammunition unless shot in the head.
Considering the movement speed of these Berserkers Zombies, the probability of them being directly headshotted was not high.
So when Shawn saw this, he could almost confirm that this criminal survivor team would be completely wiped out tonight.
They always relied on their numbers, abundant weapons, ruthlessness, and striking first to attack other survivors.
How could they have known that one day, Shawn would lead the 'Berserkers Zombies' to harvest their lives?