“Why aren’t you downstairs yet!?”

Luna Dawson roared over her shoulder as she manipulated Water Bombs to melt the zombies crashing against her water wall. Her voice cut through the heavy rain, snapping everyone out of their daze.

Little Sweet Potato immediately shot out its vines, wrapping around the members of the Sunset Squad. With a loud SWISH, it launched them rapidly down the building. Rollo paced anxiously, letting out urgent whimpers to hurry everyone along.

Dylan DuPont regained his senses and barked out orders. “Everyone downstairs and into the cars! Follow Captain Dawson! Move!”

Ian Wyatt was the first to sprint down the stairs. He paused for a fraction of a second, his gaze flickering toward the bizarre female zombie’s corpse lying in a puddle. Then he saw Luna leaping gracefully from the building. Astonishment flashed across his face, followed by an inexplicable blush. Shaking his head, he quickly hurried to catch up.

“Captain Dawson! Where are we falling back to?” Ian yelled as he ran.

Kevin Keane cast a lazy, sidelong glance at him, his tone tinged with impatience. “Wyatt, just be good boys and follow us. Cut the chatter.”

Luna raised her hand to release their vehicle from her space. She swiftly stripped off her raincoat, tossed it into her storage, and slid straight into the driver’s seat.

The members of the Sunset Squad stared, their eyes wide with shock.

After all, Luna was usually incredibly lazy—if she could lie down, she would never sit; if she could stay still, she would never move. Yet today, she was actually volunteering to drive?

Kevin was the quickest to react. He instantly yanked open the passenger door and hopped in.

Miles Dawson, hugging Rollo, squeezed into the backseat, panting heavily. Drenched in sweat, he couldn’t help but ask, “Luna! Do you even remember how to drive?”

Ever since her rebirth, Miles had been the designated family driver.

Luna’s words fired back as fast as a machine gun, without a single pause. “Before you came along, I drove myself.”

She knew full well that zombies were swarming from all directions. Aside from the relatively dead silence near the pharmaceutical factory in the safe zone, the rest of Decron was teeming with chaotic and intense zombie superpower fluctuations.

No one knew the route better than she did. Rather than wasting time constantly giving directions, taking the wheel herself was the fastest way to break through the siege.

In less than ten seconds, everyone was in their vehicles.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

A series of rapid car doors slamming shut echoed through the rain. Luna hit the push-to-start button and slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The vehicle launched forward instantly, shooting out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The intense acceleration pinned everyone to their seats. Little Tiger, who had been crouching on the dashboard, lost its balance. With a pitiful MEOOOOW, it tumbled straight into Kevin’s lap.

Pinky was also thrown by the inertia. With a loud THUD, it ended up plastered flat against the trunk door.

Rhonda Dawson cried out in alarm as her body lurched forward, nearly crushing Pinky. Fortunately, Blake Blue, sitting right beside her, yanked her back just in time.

Gasps erupted throughout the cabin as everyone scrambled to buckle their seatbelts tight.

Luna glanced in the rearview mirror. “Hold on tight.”

No one knew that in her past life, she had driven massive military troop-transport trucks. She used to haul official squad members around like sacks of potatoes, weaving through zombie hordes. Her squad captain back then had even joked that she had the makings of a combat driver, given how absurdly wild she was behind the wheel.

Dylan and Kyle Keith’s vehicle tailed closely behind Luna’s Marauder. Right on their heels were the cars driven by Ian and William Walsh.

Kyle was absolutely stunned by Luna’s insane takeoff speed, as well as her wild drifting, sharp turns, and aggressive lane changes. Every single maneuver was crisp and decisive, without a fraction of hesitation. She wasn’t just driving; she was practically flying at low altitude!

Clayton Churchill was on high alert, wishing he could stomp his gas pedal straight into the fuel tank. Even so, he could barely keep up with Luna. He was on the verge of losing sight of her taillights.

The Marauder rampaged down the streets. Simultaneously, Luna manipulated her Space Ability, acting like an automatic bulldozer to instantly warp away any obstacles or abandoned vehicles blocking their path.

Like a sharp sword, the convoy pierced into the industrial park, racing at top speed toward the pharmaceutical factory.

But the danger behind them was far from over. Zombies from all directions chased after the convoy like lunatics, densely packing every street outside the safe zone. Their dark silhouettes merged into a continuous, writhing mass. Their relentless, overlapping roars threatened to drown out the roar of the engines.

Still shaken, the squad members glanced back by chance, only to be hit by another wave of shock. The water wall Luna had deployed earlier had significantly shrunk down. Now, it acted like a transparent shield, tightly enveloping the entire convoy. The frenzied zombies lunging at them were completely blocked by this invisible barrier.

Yet, the undead didn’t back down in the slightest. Unhesitatingly, they stretched their maws wide, giggling and howling as they frantically clawed and bit at the barrier. Their cloudy eyes brimmed with nothing but greed and madness.

They had been starving for far too long. There was only one thought left in their rotten minds—rip open the bellies of these fresh, delicious snacks, slash their throats, yank out their guts, smash their skulls, and devour every last inch of their flesh and blood.

But right now, they were walled off by the water. Separated by only a thin, transparent veil, they could see their fresh prey but couldn’t sink their teeth into a single shred of flesh. All they could do was roar and claw in vain. Ripples cascaded across the water’s surface, but the shield itself remained entirely immovable.

Every member involved in the mission felt a lingering terror. They subconsciously touched their chests, feeling the strong, steady beats of their hearts. Their eyes were locked onto the flashing taillights of the lead car, silently confirming over and over again that their survival was real, not some hallucination.

Right then, an immense, suffocating surge of superpower erupted from the lead car. The energy carried a feeling of absolute, crushing dominance as it swept in all directions. It was a terrifying deterrent to the zombies trailing them, yet paradoxically, it acted like a powerful magnet, irresistibly drawing out the monsters lurking in the shadows.

Just as Luna’s convoy was about to breach the pharmaceutical factory’s perimeter, a horrifying tremor shook the ground beneath them. The vehicles violently bounced and jolted, the windows rattling loudly in their frames.

In the distance, it looked as though towering buildings were being brutally thrust open by something wriggling deep underground. Residential blocks, abandoned structures, utility poles, and city billboards began to tilt and collapse, tumbling like dominoes from afar toward the convoy. A continuous string of deafening crashes echoed through the air, sending massive plumes of mud into the sky.

Aaron Palmer’s eyes bulged wide. “Luna, there’s some kind of squirming monster charging at us from underground!”

BOOM!

BOOM!

CRASH! CLANG!

The catastrophic sounds of urban destruction echoed ceaselessly from afar. A monstrous creature resembling a gigantic earthworm—its head densely lined with rows of razor-sharp, serrated teeth—slowly reared its colossal body from the collapsed ruins. It blotted out the sky, radiating a putrid, nauseating stench of blood and rot.

ROAAAAR—!

Following two deafening roars, a pair of unimaginably massive arms pushed out from either side of its head. The limbs firmly propped up its terrifying, tooth-filled maw. Its gaze locked dead onto the speeding convoy, its eyes brimming with savage cruelty and unbridled greed.

At that moment, everyone’s hearts sank into their stomachs.

The suffocating sensation of being watched by an invisible entity—the very same feeling they had experienced near the plaza when they first entered Decron—washed over them again, impossible to shake off.

It was a formless, intangible aura of oppression, as if originating from the darkest depths of life itself. Centered on the convoy, it tightly enveloped every single person.

This was a primal fear etched deep into their DNA, an instinctive terror born from the absolute, crushing gap in their life forms!

The strong viewed the weak as easy prey. And here, they were nothing but lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Every hair on their bodies stood on end, trembling under the sheer weight of that horrifying presence.

Luna’s gaze turned razor-sharp. Through the rearview mirror, she glared fixedly at the giant, burrowing monstrosity chasing them. A cold, bloodthirsty glint flashed in her eyes. There was zero fear—only undisguised intimidation and monstrous killing intent. Deep in her heart, a fiery will to fight suddenly blazed to life.

The invisible standoff between the two seemed to awaken other monsters lurking in the shadows, thickening the malice saturating the air.

“Hehehe!”

An ethereal yet highly penetrating giggle suddenly echoed out, sharp and ear-piercing.

Everyone recognized it in an instant—it was the Grinning Monster in Red!

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