The thick darkness became the dominant color of the night, and as far as the eye could see, it seemed to tell the taste of fear.

The endless darkness became a barrier between them and the village, building an abyss without bridges between them and the village, screaming, roaring, screaming, turning into vines, holding them in their tracks, trapping their legs, and preventing them from taking a single step closer to the village.

The originally quiet small village, the familiar village, and the scenes that could be seen in the past have completely become unfamiliar at this moment.

A few people huddled behind the grass at the entrance of the village, and the fire began to appear in the village, they knew that it was the people in the village who lit the torches, and it was dark night, it was time to go to sleep, why were there so many people, so many fires?

They didn't know, but they knew, from the moment they heard the screams, they knew it was an unquiet night.

The cry is full of pain, in fact, the five senses of people are the same, and the sound can convey not only information, but also sometimes feelings and feelings.

From the cry just now, the six young people heard the pain that seeped into the bone marrow, the pain that made people's scalps tingle, people's teeth chattered, and people's bodies couldn't help but tremble.

What kind of suffering did you experience, what kind of horror you saw, and how desperate did you feel?

They couldn't find out, but they knew that the fear was real.

Not far from them, maybe in some shadow.

Darkness in the corner?

Shade under the old banyan tree?

Or behind that closed wooden door?

Where the fire shines, can the light really dispel the fear that hides in the darkness?

They don't know, and they can't guess.

The only thing they knew was that the horror had enveloped them so much that they could no longer take a single step in the direction of the village where they had lived for so long.

They hid themselves in the darkness, six men with twelve eyes, unblinking at the fire in the village.

They don't know what they're waiting for, and they don't know if it's anticipation or begging.

I don't even know if such an act can really dispel the fear that has no source and doesn't know where they are, but this is the only thing they can do at this time.

There was silence, and several people held their breath almost simultaneously without any communication.

And the house where the screams had just come from was only a hundred or twenty meters away from them.

"Bang"

A wooden door that had been tightly closed was suddenly slammed open from the inside, and the sudden loud sound was accompanied by two wooden planks that shattered into small pieces in an instant, scattered from their original places, flew into the air in the next second, and then fell with a clatter.

The wooden doors were reduced to splinters, the planks were turned into wooden blocks, and the shattering was completed in just a moment.

The sudden turn of events drew everyone's attention, and they watched silently, like poor worms hiding in a dark corner.

Sawdust fell, and two figures appeared in the sight of six young people, two figures covered in black green, tattered clothes, and exuding a violent atmosphere.

Their bodies were very stiff, as if there was something that restrained their movements, and they looked like people from their backs, but everyone who saw the figure would not think that it was a person's back.

Monster!

For a moment, it was as if lightning flashed through their heads, and the sound of thunder bursting shook their minds.

There really are monsters in the village!

The six young people were too frightened to move, they couldn't move, the cold breath of the dark night in the field drilled into every pore of them, bypassing the flesh and bones, and into the bone marrow, they seemed to be completely frozen, like an ice sculpture.

The little girl wanted to scream, she wanted to scream, because she knew the owners of the two backs.

One was the old man who had been buried a few days ago but was told that his body had been lost, while the other, said to be the son of the old man, came to look for his relatives, only to die tragically in the old man's home.

She wanted to scream, to tell everyone in the village about this, to tell them that the two dead people had appeared in the village!

But she can't, she can't.

It was as if someone had choked his throat, and the sound was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't come out no matter what.

Her emaciated body trembled in the wind, and the cold wind in the field blew her, shaking her like a lonely grass exposed to the icy cold wind.

Helpless, powerless, unable to resist.

"Roar~"

A shuddering roar came from the mouths of the two men, and your voice was hoarse, not at all like a human being could make, like a mad beast, chirping before attacking.

Low, hoarse, filled with the desire to kill.

It's like a person's vocal cords being torn apart, torn, and then placed in a pile of shards of glass, rubbing, stirring, and then struggling to make that little sound.

It's not good, it's hard to hear, but it's enough to add a few more points to the coldness in the body.

At this time, they already regretted it, why didn't they listen to the advice of the adults, why didn't they leave here quickly, why did they still make their own decisions and return to this place on this night.

The two figures slowly turned around, and in a trance, these young people could still hear the sound of their noses pumping, they seemed to be smelling something, as if they were looking for something with their sense of smell.

The two people slowly turned around, a house beside them had begun to catch fire, but they didn't seem to feel it, their movements were still so slow and leisurely, as if they were not in a hurry, in the firelight, several young people hiding in the distance saw the appearance of these two people.

What kind of face is that?

The green was translucent, as if the red-hot iron had been thrown into the cold water, and they stretched out their arms and held them flat.

The stiffness of the movements is like a puppet, which is really nothing.

When a few young people saw the faces of these two people, they completely felt the taste of fear.

The miserable white fangs stretched out from the corners of the two people's mouths, and in the firelight, they could faintly see that the fangs were stained with some red spots that did not belong to them, and the bruised faces were distorted into a strange smile, which seemed to be cooperating with the two fangs, and the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned, as if they were laughing.

But in this smile, there is a cold aura.

The eyes of these two people were red and frightening, like two red lanterns lit in the dark night, far away, these young people could not see the eyes of the two people clearly, and they could not distinguish their eyes clearly, but they could feel that the eyes were fierce, no different from the eyes of the beast before eating.

"They're hunting..."

Inexplicably, the six young people had an incredible feeling at the same time, and wanted to shake their heads and throw this inexplicable idea out of their heads, but they didn't dare to move, for fear that they would become the next target of the hunt.

In the middle of the night, two people who had been dead for a long time came to the village and rushed out of a house with such strange behavior, such strange actions, and such cold eyes.

A few minutes ago, there were extremely painful screams from this family, even though several young people were not experienced enough, but they could also sense that something was wrong, and their lack of experience did not mean that they were stupid.

Such a scene, combined with the words that the village chief said to them when he sent them away, suddenly thought of the two words that the village chief heard for the first time, and at the same time made them curious, they couldn't help but fear - zombies.

Are these two dead people the zombies in the village chief's mouth?

The six didn't know, they didn't want to know, they hoped not, but the situation in front of them proved step by step that things were going in the worst direction.

Hunt?

What will two dead people hunt when they come to the village?

Combined with the screams just now, the six people had to make a frightening speculation, they didn't want to believe it, but the reality was telling them.

These are the so-called zombies, and the target of their hunt is all the people in this small village...