You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 208 Turn the Tide

The young nurse burst in from the outside, her expression panicked, but the man in the office merely seemed to lift his eyelids slightly and said:

"Have all the patients been let out?"

"Mmm-hmm."

The young nurse nodded vigorously.

But then, as if she remembered something, she quickly added:

"Guns!"

"They have guns!"

"There must be more than ten people, all with guns!"

Doctor Zhao's hands halted at this news, and he soon furrowed his brows, his expression finally turning serious.

"Security Bureau?"

The young nurse shook her head in haste.

She had seen clearly, the clothing on those people was certainly not any kind of police uniform.

Instead, it resembled the camouflage uniforms often worn by soldiers.

"Soldiers?"

Doctor Zhao asked again.

His voice had now taken on a heavier tone.

"Not..."

"It doesn't seem like it..."

The young nurse's mind flashed back to the scene she had witnessed in the lobby.

How could soldiers appear so casual?

They looked more like thugs or hoodlums.

But if they weren't soldiers, then where did so many guns come from?

The man was likewise puzzled.

There was no need to listen intently, the sounds from downstairs had already reached the upper floors.

They sounded like automatic rifles.

Logically speaking, in Shen Zhou, only government personnel should have access to such equipment; ordinary people not only have never used them, they've hardly seen them.

"What should we do, Doctor Zhao?"

"Those people will be up here from downstairs any minute now!"

Unlike the man's calm, the young nurse was nearly going out of her mind.

This wasn't the first time someone had broken into the hospital.

In fact, from the first day the disaster struck, the place had been packed tight with chaotic crowds and zombies.

The outpatient department had fallen in less than half a day due to the massive influx of patients.

It just so happened that a conference was being held that day, and almost all the senior leaders were gathered in that building; as a result, they were all wiped out in one fell swoop.

The remaining doctors and nurses were either dead or had fled.

Just when everyone thought they were going to die in this sudden outbreak of infection, someone stepped forward.

Zhao Sen.

The man who had just returned from abroad with a doctorate in medicine, specializing in neurosurgery and infectious medicine.

He quickly realized that this was an unprecedented large-scale disease outbreak and rapidly found the appropriate way to respond.

That was to establish a quarantine zone.

At the time, there were still over a hundred survivors, including doctors and nurses.

These people, compared to ordinary individuals, obviously knew what to do in the event of a disease outbreak.

Through observation, people soon discovered the mode of transmission of the disease.

That is, through bodily fluids.

Later, some found that the disease seemed to also contaminate water sources.

After identifying the symptoms and mode of transmission of this unknown infectious disease, Zhao Sen immediately led his colleagues to the standalone building housing the infectious diseases department.

This place was usually quite empty unless there was a special circumstance.

After subduing a few colleagues inside who also showed symptoms of infection, everyone successfully established a temporary settlement here.

At this time, the entire hospital was in utter chaos, inside and out.

Everywhere there were patients' family members and hospital staff shouting as they fled for their lives.

But they could only hide inside the building, watching helplessly as their former colleagues were torn open by those lunatics and devoured bit by bit.

Then, they watched in stunned silence as those mutilated bodies struggled to their feet and became one of those cannibalistic demons.

The hellish scene made every survivor unable to refrain from fear, yet they could only muffle their mouths and sob in hushed tones.

Just then, Zhao Sen proposed they rescue people.

At first, most people disagreed.

But this was a hospital.

And most of those present were either doctors or nurses.

Despite the prejudice and slander they faced in normal times, the responsibility and duty that their uniforms brought to them had never diminished.

A few of the younger doctors gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

With them taking the lead, the old men who had been hiding in the crowd, saying they should wait for government rescue, could no longer hold their heads high.

So, with a heavy heart and a few last words, they all set out to rescue others.

No one could bear to watch so many compatriots die.

The brilliance of humanity always seemed especially great and dazzling at certain moments.

Like the last glow from charcoal before it burns out.

The doctors, with their strong psychological quality, successfully saved the lives of hundreds of colleagues and others, though the number of casualties was equally as high as sixty percent.

Zhao Sen, taking advantage of this opportunity, became the savior in everyone's hearts.

But the second problem came quickly.

The building was not short of medicine.

It was short of food.

The government rescue that everyone thought would come at any moment never arrived.

All the survivors in the building fell into a panic caused by hunger.

The survivors desperately drank water,

hoping to use that bit of coolness to suppress the flames in their stomachs.

In the end, they could only weep and wail in vain under the torment of hunger.

Zhao Sen, risking being torn apart by zombies, led a few people to bring back a few boxes of potatoes and cabbage from the truck outside.

These things were originally meant for the canteen.

Now, they lay scattered on the concrete road like trash.

The stuff they brought back was quickly consumed.

For the hundreds of survivors in the building, this bit of food was merely a drop in the bucket.

Later, rumors surfaced from somewhere, claiming that the food the doctors brought back was actually much more abundant, and the rest was hidden in the office.

As a child died of hunger in his bed, his angry father, without any hesitation, lunged at the shocked doctor nearby.

Then he plunged a scalpel into his neck.

Blood reddened his eyes.

The second riot since the outbreak of the zombies then ensued.

The frenzied survivors vented their despair and anger, knocking down one panicked doctor after another.

The nurses' uniforms were torn to shreds.

The excited gasps and the pitiful pleas for mercy mixed together, fully revealing the dark side of humanity at this moment. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Zhao Sen was also somewhat shocked.

Anger and disappointment flashed through his eyes.

The usually calm man finally showed his ruthless side at this moment.

The man who sneered as he walked toward him suddenly became expressionless.

The scalpel pierced from the underside of his jaw through to the back of his head.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

Before the screams of terror could rise, another person had their throat slit.

Blood spurted from between their fingers.

The angry mob seemed to have been doused with cold water from head to toe.

Everyone looked at the man slowly emerging from the room with incredulous eyes, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

The man on top of the woman was grabbed by the hair and pulled up, then had his throat slit like a chicken, his body convulsing on the ground.

"Who did this?"

Zhao Sen asked coldly, looking at the body of the nurse on the ground.

Anyone who met his gaze moved away as if they had been burned.

"I'll ask one more time, who did this?"

Seeing that no one spoke up, his voice immediately became incredibly grim, making everyone who heard this sentence instinctively shrink their necks.

A man was suddenly pushed out.

His expression instantly froze.