Godzilla's Path to the Ancient Gods

Chapter 72 The Girl and the Beast

Hank didn't want to find the truth, but now, he also had to kill all the zombies in front of him!

The reason is also very simple. If these zombies are not cleaned up, how can he drive the car out?

Although he didn't get his motorcycle back, nor did he find the base, but he found a better means of transportation.

Without the obstruction of the dense forest, Hank holding a big ax is like a god of war. Among the corpses, sweeping across with an ax is a large number of zombies.

In less than half an hour, none of the zombies surrounded by vehicles on the road could stand up.

Kacha~
A scaly foot with sharp claws crushed the head of the howling zombie.

Hank suddenly felt a sense of relief in his head.

All the moving and calling zombies around him were dealt with by him.

And next, it's time to look at his spoils.

But before that, he should have his stomach full.

Hank walked towards the modified bus, where the seats had been removed and supplies were stored.

And Hank was not polite, he picked up the food and started to eat it.

Before Hank took a few bites, his ears moved slightly and he heard a strange movement.

It seemed to be the sound of something colliding.

Hank walked to another bus.

Inside the bus, there were corpses of zombies everywhere, thick blood covered the bottom of the bus, and Hank made a puffing sound as he walked on it.

Hank's eyes moved left and right, and finally fixed on an iron box in the car.

The box was locked, and there were cans scattered around it.

Even without opening the box, Hank knew what was inside.

A person.

A living person!
He heard a heartbeat coming from inside the box.

And it was quite a rapid heartbeat.

It seems that the news of Hank fighting the zombies scared him.

And as Hank approached, the heartbeats of the people inside became more rapid.

Hank was a little skeptical that the man's heart could jump out of his chest at this rate.

Hank didn't continue to approach the box. He looked like a monster now, and he was no longer suitable for contact with ordinary people.

Hank's eyes were complicated. He walked up to the iron box, stretched out his claws to break the lock, then turned and left.

Hank didn't intend to take this person with him. The zombies around him had been cleaned up and it was very safe. In addition, the supplies on the vehicle were enough for him to use for a long time.

At least it's much safer than following him.

After getting off the bus, Hank came to a relatively complete car.

All the glass on this car was broken, or the glass of all the surrounding cars was not spared.

Hank paid no attention to this.

The inside of the car is not too messy.

Except for the blood spattered by the people inside when they were bitten by the zombies, the others were not too dirty.

At least it's much cleaner than outside.

Hank looked at the layer of dirty blood under his feet and thought silently.

The car key was still in the keyhole, and Hank tried it, and it still started.

So Hank blocked the big ax in the back seat, sat in the driver's seat, and prepared to drive the car away.

"Wait...please...take me."

The car had just started when a voice came from behind.

Only then did Hank know that there was actually a little girl inside the iron box.

Although Hank didn't look back, he could tell from the hoarse voice that it was a little girl, and she shouldn't be very old.

The moment the sound sounded, Hank put on the tattered hood at the fastest speed in his life.

Now, Hank is wearing a ragged coat on his upper body and jeans with holes all over his lower body.

Other than that, he didn't even have any shoes.

Or in other words, it was originally there, but it was broken by his oversized feet.

"The supplies in the car are enough for you to live for a long time, don't follow me."

Hank's ugly voice came from his throat.

If it was in a peaceful age, just relying on this voice, I don't know how many children can be scared to cry, and even adults feel scared when they hear it.

And the little girl who bravely climbed out of the box and got off the bus also shivered violently.

"I... I'm afraid of being alone, please don't leave me behind."

The little girl spoke to Hank in an almost pleading tone.

Although the little girl is very young, maybe even the age of elementary school.

But at this age, she witnessed the outbreak of zombies.

I saw the scene of zombies eating humans, and I also saw the scene of humans hunting zombies.

She bears a burden she shouldn't have to bear at her age.

The same is true, she is also rapidly maturing.

She knew that if she was the only one left, it would be impossible to survive this doomsday.

The appearance of Hank is like a life-saving straw, which she must hold on to tightly.

She didn't even think about what kind of person Hank is, and what her own future destiny will be like with him.

But she had no time to think.

Facts have proved that she was right to leave the box and have no choice of further escape.

Because if she was one step late, Hank would have left.

"...You don't want to follow me, I swear."

The little girl's pleading voice softened Hank's heart.

Before the apocalypse broke out, he was just an ordinary person. Even after the baptism of the apocalypse, he still couldn't sit back and watch a child die.

If the little girl behind her was any older, he would have left without talking nonsense to her.

However, at such a young age, it is difficult for Hank to guarantee that this little girl can still survive even with sufficient supplies.

However, it seems more dangerous to follow yourself.

Thinking of this, Hank didn't hesitate any longer, turned on the ignition again, and started the car.

"Wait..., please, don't leave me behind."

Seeing the vehicle moving slowly, the little girl's voice trembled even more. She ran towards the vehicle, as if trying to catch up with Hank.

But the bloody ground was too slippery, and the little girl fell to the ground after just two steps.

The little girl who fell to the ground didn't care about her aching elbow, but looked up at the gradually moving vehicle.

Her eyes, like the lights of a car that are gradually moving away, gradually went out, losing all the highlights.

Having lost her homeland and her mother, at this moment, the little girl only felt that she was the only one left in the world, and everyone had abandoned her.

A tear slowly flowed from the corner of the little girl's eyes.

She got up from the ground, staring blankly at the bloody arm.

I don't know if the blood is from the zombies on the ground, or if they have their own.

But none of that matters anymore.

She wanted to go back to the bus just now to see if she could find the fragments of her mother's body and see if she could put it together.

It was the only thing she could do.

(End of this chapter)