Apocalypse, I Can Modify Infinitely

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The electronic door of the first floor of the cafeteria was still open. The zombie outbreak was so sudden that there was no time for them to react. Many were attacked by the zombies, and they turned to zombies themselves and started attacking others. Under such circumstances, Alice and the others could only prioritize their safety. They didn’t have the time to be bothered about the electronic door on the first floor.

The survivors went straight to the third floor and closed the electronic door there. However, they couldn’t remotely control the door on the first floor. In the entire cafeteria, the number of zombies on the second floor was slightly less compared to the first floor. The hall on the first floor had the most zombies. After they went through the electronic door, they saw dozens of zombies that were wandering in the hall on the first floor.

For the other survivors who intended to go to the cafeteria, this was definitely a disaster waiting. It was impossible for them to enter the cafeteria. After seeing dozens of zombies gathered on the first floor, the survivors gave up on the idea of entering the cafeteria and turned around to make another plan.

While driving toward the cafeteria, Crowe had knocked over many zombies that rushed out of the forest in a futile attempt to block the moving armored vehicle. Crowe looked through the front window and observed the zombies that were wandering on the first floor of the cafeteria. 

Any ordinary person would shrink back at the sight, but instead, excitement appeared in Crowe’s eyes. These zombies pose no threat to him at all. In his eyes, these zombies were fodders to improve his strength and abilities to survive in this post-apocalyptic world. Killing zombies meant gaining bonus points while completing missions. In Crowe’s eyes, the zombies were more valuable than money.

Joan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also saw a large number of zombies on the first floor of the cafeteria.

“It seems that there will be a lot of zombies in the cafeteria,” she glanced at Crowe and said.

“Yeah, and according to the current situation, even if there are survivors, they would be on the second or third floor,” Crowe nodded slightly.

“If there was any, I think they would most likely be on the third floor,” Joan said.

“Oh?” Crowe glanced at Joan in surprise.

Disregarding the zombies around them, she continued. “There are electronic doors at the stairway of each floor, and the zombie outbreak happened suddenly. The second floor wouldn’t be suitable for refuge, at the same time the generator was on the third floor.”

“That’s one possibility,” said Crowe.

Although what Joan said was sound, there were always exceptions.

“It’s indeed just my guess, but now I’m sure.” Joan looked at the right side of the vehicle.

“What do you see?” Although Crowe could take a peek, most of his concentration was still focused on driving. He also had to pay attention to the road ahead and the zombies that were attacking the armored vehicle. His concentration was limited, so he didn’t notice what Joan had noticed. He only caught a glimpse of Joan turning her head from the corner of his eye.

“On the second floor, a window suddenly broke,” Joan explained to Crowe.

“I saw it too! Something broke it,” Marina, who was sitting on the right side of the second row, said.

“Where is it?” Sandra was sitting on the left side of the second row. She didn’t see it. She leaned forward slightly, trying to find the place Marina mentioned.

“Over there.” Eileen pointed in a direction.

Following Eileen’s finger, Sandra finally saw it. A window on the right side of the second floor had been broken, and it doesn’t look natural.

Crowe turned the steering wheel with one hand and crushed the zombies in front of him into meat paste. Then, with a swing of the vehicle’s rear, he sent the zombies on his rear flying. He took a moment to glance at the direction where Joan was looking and soon found the location.

“There should be a conflict between a survivor and a zombie. Zombies won’t break the window at that location.”

“So, the survivor was indeed on the third floor,” Crowe said.

“Why are there survivors fighting against zombies? If they survived, they should avoid encountering zombies, right?” Sandra was a little confused.

“According to Crowe, if the survivors were on the third floor, they shouldn’t voluntarily go down to the second floor…” Eileen also voiced her thoughts.

“There’s only one explanation,” Crowe focused on driving while explaining to Sandra and Eileen.

“The food stored on the third floor was not enough to feed the survivors. That’s why they took the risk to go to the second floor to get food.”

“Now that I think about it, this seemed to be the only possibility.” Sandra and Eileen understood after Crowe’s simple explanation.

‘It seems that I have to speed things up a little.’ Crowe thought.

Now, they needed to gather as many survivors as possible, so that they could establish Bastille University as a base to increase the manpower and resources. According to the previous deduction, there would not be one person going down to the second floor. At least three or four people would go down together. The most important thing now was to look at the people who clashed with the zombies on the second floor. It was best to save them. Even so, there might be some troublesome people when they meet up with the survivors later. Crowe would not show mercy to such people. He would even deal with them.

“Things are going to get rough soon. Joan, everyone, I’m going to speed up again. You’d better hold on tight,” Crowe reminded the people in the vehicle.

Hearing that, the others immediately held onto the handlebars and other places to avoid being flung away. Joan roughly guessed Crowe’s plan. He was going to save the people on the second floor.

While Crowe was thinking, the armored vehicle he was driving was still fifty feet away from the cafeteria building. It wasn’t exactly far, yet it wasn’t close as well. More than 100 zombies were left in the dust behind them. Crowe’s lips curled into a faint smile, and his gaze filled with madness.

He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the horn button on the vehicle with the other hand.

Honk—

A loud sound echoed in the area.

The zombies that were wandering in the cafeteria’s first floor stopped in their tracks. The next second, they went crazy as if they were jackals that had smelled the delicious meat. They rushed out of the cafeteria together with their mouths opened wide, disgusting liquid mixed with saliva and blood flowing out. They let out a low roar like wild beasts and rushed toward the armored vehicle that was coming toward them like mad dogs.

Soon, the armored vehicle that was still moving was surrounded by dozens of zombies in front and more than 100 zombies at the back of the vehicle..