"Watch it, on the ground!"
It was already too late. By the time Wen Quanxin noticed something wrong on the road and shouted, Wang Zhongyu had already driven the truck straight into it with nowhere to dodge.
"Fuck!"
"Ahhh!"
With the impact, two bloodcurdling screams tore out from inside the cab.
Wang Zhongyu slowly opened his eyes. The massive impact had left him briefly dizzy. He turned his head to glance at Wen Quanxin beside him; the latter was still unconscious.
"Hey Wen, Wen! You okay?"
After calling softly a few times and getting no response, Wang Zhongyu had no choice but to grab him and shake him hard a few more times, but still got nothing.
He didn't have time to check Wen Quanxin's injuries. The sound of Zombies pounding on the doors outside kept hammering the message into him: they had to get out, now. If they waited for this wave of Zombies to complete the encirclement, they'd be screwed even if they grew wings.
