She scanned from car 1 to car 8, and the zombies included the elderly, children, all sorts of people, but not the handsome zombie in blue clothes.
She chose a clean chair and sat down, crossing her arms, her eyes fixed on the zombies pacing back and forth.
There was no reason why the army in her past life could find them, but she couldn't.
He must be hiding in a corner.
There were no restrooms on the subway, only one place she hadn't checked: the cockpit.
With this thought, Xu Qian stood up abruptly, scaring the surrounding zombies a step back.
She walked to the cockpit.
The cockpit door was tightly shut. This kind of door was very sturdy and couldn't be pried open. It could generally only be opened from the inside.
Xu Qian's gaze fell upon the instructions on the door: In case of danger in the driver's cab, use the safety hammer to break open the door lock.
Note: Please do not use it lightly. If there are no special circumstances, violators will be fined 5,000 yuan in cash.
She pulled out the safety hammer that had been secured to the side and struck the door lock forcefully.
With a "click."
The door opened.
Xu Qian weighed the hammer in her hand. It was not too long, not too short, and quite light. This thing was good; it could be hammered open without much force.
If it could hammer open a door so well, it would probably be even faster at hammering zombie heads.
She put the hammer into her space and then pushed open the heavy door.
The cockpit was dark. Xu Qian squinted and took out a flashlight.
She first shone it on the driver's seat. A driver in a white uniform was sitting there. She shone the light on his face.
A deathly pale face appeared under the stark white light.
His bluish-white eyes were not closed, his colorless lips were almost splitting at his ears, and his entire being seemed frozen.
Below, he was bound by ropes, and a dagger was plunged into his chest.
He was dead.
She frowned, moved the flashlight away, and continued to survey the surroundings.
Since someone had bound him, there must be others in this cockpit.
Indeed, shining the light on the floor, a man in blue clothes lay there. Next to him were several buckets of water and instant noodles. The instant noodles had been eaten, and there wasn't a drop of water left in the buckets.
The man on the floor had a pale face, his lips so dry they were peeling and cracked. Looking closely, there was still a slight rise and fall in his chest.
It had been a month since the apocalypse, and this Zheng Xue was still alive. What a survivor!
She took a bottle of water from her space and mixed it with a packet of glucose, pouring it into his mouth.
The man, strong in his will to survive, gulped down all the water.
But he still didn't wake up. He was probably too weak.
Xu Qian glanced at the black backpack on the floor and swept it into her space.
She said in a faint voice, "Since you're not waking up, I'll have to leave you here."
She wasn't going to carry him out. The mission was only to bring back his data, not to bring back his person. She had no obligation to help.
Bringing him back would be the best option, of course. Even if they took the data back, without professional personnel, it took them 2 years to develop the data in her past life, and it wasn't until the fourth year of the apocalypse that they could drink clean water.
After waiting for a while, Xu Qian turned to leave, but her trouser leg was pulled by a hand.
The man opened his eyes, his deep black eyes staring intently at the girl in front of him.
"Save... me."
These two words were spoken with great difficulty.
Xu Qian's mind, however, thought, he really is a handsome guy.
With a thought, a bag of glucose, a bucket of water, and several loaves of bread appeared on the floor.
"Eat first, regain your strength, and I'll take you out."
The man nodded without speaking.
His throat was sore, his limbs were weak, and he had no strength to speak. Uttering those two words had already been his limit.
Just now, he had vaguely heard a voice say that if he didn't wake up, she would leave, leaving him here alone. This had scared him into waking up.
He didn't want to stay here. He wanted to go home!
Xu Qian covered the door and a combat knife appeared in her hand.
Her hands moved with extreme speed, and in an instant, more than a dozen heads fell.
Half an hour later, the entire carriage reeked of decay and blood.
Countless zombie corpses were piled up.
It was like hell on earth.