I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 600 - 597: The Late Voice of Hope_1

Chapter 600: Chapter 597: The Late Voice of Hope_1

Thud!

Upon reaching the communication room, Zhao Yi didn’t bother about the zombies outside anymore. He flung down his bag and slumped against the door, wall tired out from the prolonged fight. His muscles ached deeply as he rested, and it felt like he would rather not get up after a good rest.

Glancing at the bag in front of him, Zhao Yi fetched it and shook all the food out. He picked up a piece of nutritious sludge and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hungry, huh?"

Passing a piece of mango-flavored nutrient sludge to his son, Zhao Yi noticed the child’s pale face shaking his head in response.

"Dad, I’ve lost my appetite..."

Zhao Yi was stupefied but didn’t think much about it. All he wanted to do now was to replenish his strength. Suddenly, he felt his leg twitch unintentionally. He immediately noticed something was off with his movement, but he could not pinpoint what it was.

"Are you having a cold?"

Zhao Yi looked at his son’s pale face with some concern.

"I... I think so~"

The child’s raspy voice echoed eerily in the empty, spacious communication room.

"A cold? Impossible, right?"

Zhao Yi was perplexed, but then his face changed. He hurriedly pulled his son closer, took off his clothes, and began to inspect his body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t find what he had feared.

"There are no wounds anywhere else, it shouldn’t be an infection."

The thought that his son could have been injured by a zombie unnoticed terrified him. His son was just an ordinary human; being scratched by a zombie could lead to unthinkable consequences.

"As long as it’s not an infection, he should be fine after a few days."

"Mmm."

The child grunted weakly, his voice hoarser than before.

"Sit down for a while."

Zhao Yi continued to eat the nutritious sludge in his hand in big mouthfuls. However, for some unknown reason, the flavor his taste buds received from the sludge became more and more faint until it turned completely tasteless.

As time passed, his movements gradually slowed, and he stared blankly at his hand. Then, he moved his gaze to his legs.

"This... why... why can’t I move?"

He looked horrified. He tried to bend his legs and stand up, but it felt as if his leg nerves had been cut off. No matter how hard he tried, they wouldn’t respond!

"No good!"

He tossed the nutritious sludge in his hand aside, tremblingly stretched his legs piece by piece, and then slowly opened the right leg of his trousers...

"Don’t! Please don’t... I can’t die!"

Scratch~

When he opened the right leg of his trousers, there was nothing, just skin that was terribly pale. The veins underneath turned from a bright red to a black color. This was the leg of a zombie!

"There’s nothing on this one!"

Zhao Yi turned his attention to his left leg, his face distorted horribly. As he lifted his trouser leg, there was a festering wound on his ankle!

Ah!!

A piercing scream echoed through the administrative area. Zhao Yi swallowed hard, his eyes wide with despair.

He recognized the wound at a glance. It was caused by the infection worm within the infected individuals. He realized that an infection worm must have entered his skin without his awareness when the infected individual exploded and spewed pus in his son’s neighborhood.

But how was Zhao Yi supposed to accept all this?

He thought that escaping from the horde of zombies was a great fortune, not knowing that everything had already been predestined.

Zhao Yi glanced at his son and understood that his son was also infected. While treating his wounds, the zombie virus had swirled inside his body. His body then came into contact with anti-life matter and entered his bloodstream.

Zhao Yi stared stiffly at his son. His son’s eyes had lost their glimmer and became dull. He spoke with a gradually emotionless voice, "Dad, what’s the matter with you~ Dad~ What’s the matter..."

His son’s voice sounded mechanical, indicating that the anti-life matter he had transmitted to him earlier had probably entered his brain tissues already. Soon, his son would turn into a zombie.

Zhao Yi knew he didn’t have much time left. Even though he wanted to curse the heavens, he no longer had the strength to do so. Right now, all he wanted was to watch his son, his only family member.

He intended to say something, but watching his son’s rigid body, the words stuck in his throat.

"Dad... Hee hee~ Hungry~ I’m hungry... Roar!"

At last, his son’s brain nerves were completely destroyed by the anti-life matter! His body shook violently, his speech became indistinct, it suddenly turned into a sharp scream. This was because his vocal cords were becoming petrified!

With a roar, bulging black veins sprouted from his pale forehead. Raising his arms, his son flew into a rage, producing a blood-thirsty sound and rushed towards Zhao Yi.

"I’m sorry, Yichao~"

Tears streaming down his face, Zhao Yi knew his son was already dead and had turned into a zombie. He would not let his departed son keep suffering in the world. Since he was dead, he should return to dust and not wander the world.

This was Zhao Yi’s final contribution to humanity. After all, the fewer zombies there are, the fewer casualties humans might have in the future. At the same time, being a Level 4 New Human, he would turn into a Level 4 zombie after his death. So, he would not survive either.

In that instant, Zhao Yi reached out with both hands, picked up the H steel spear next to him, forcefully pushed his body forward and freed one hand to hold his son’s head, maintaining a half-kneeling pose.

Even though he was infected before his son, the super cells in his body had a powerful restraining ability that prevented him from turning into a zombie first.

"Yichao, Dad is going to heaven with you!"

Zhao Yi roared, holding his son in his arms, allowing him to scream. He launched the spear into the air with his hands.

The entirely black spear twisted in midair and finally pointed downwards, charging towards Zhao Yi’s head.

With his son locked tightly in his arms, he let out a war cry before the spearhead pierced his skull.

Squish!

The spearhead pierced Zhao Yi’s skull. With the sound of flesh ripping and skull shattering, the spearhead went through his chin and then pierced his son’s neck before nailing his son to the ground with the remaining force exerted by the Level 4 New Human.

Just like that, Zhao Yi died. His son, however, was turned into a zombie, started to tear at Zhao Yi’s body like a hungry ghost.

Roar! Hee hee~

A sense of desolation filled the air, and no one witnessed the tragic scene of a father and son happening in the corner behind the door.

At this moment, the main screen in front of the communication room suddenly lit up, and the "zzzz" sound of the speaker echoed throughout the communication room.

[Hello, ahem.]

[This is the East China Northern Jiangcong Headquarters. How’s the situation at Gaozheng Base? Please report the situation...hello... Is there anyone there? Soldiers from Gaozheng’s second and seventeenth squadrons, please report your status. We are waiting. Jiangcong Headquarters will not abandon any survivors. As soon as we receive information, we will immediately set off and provide full scale support to Gaozheng Base in four hours. Can you hear me...please respond.]