15 minutes later.

When Daryl was covered in dark red flesh and staggered into the corpses under the gaze of everyone, Kevira, who was beside Leon, blinked thoughtfully.

"It turns out that these monsters are not much different from ordinary beasts, can they be confused just by using their scent and movements?"

After coming out of the hospital, this girl faced the tragic situation of the corpses and blood in the outside world, and there was no excesses, except for her face being more pale, it seemed that she easily accepted such a reality.

Leon looked at the girl's azure eyes, nodded, and said:

"At present, zombies are indeed not much different from ordinary beasts, except for the numerical superiority and the fact that they must destroy their brains in order to kill them."

"But don't underestimate the lethality of zombies, just bite out or scratch a small wound by them, and in a few hours you will die and become their own kind."

"There is no cure for this at present."

Kevela nodded abruptly and said:

"No wonder you're all wearing that clumsy, heavy leather armor right now."

Leon shrugged his shoulders and continued:

"The current world order is chaotic, zombies are just a dangerous part, without the constraints of the law, some humans incarnate into more dangerous existences than beasts."

"Add to that the difficulties in food, medical care, accommodation, etc., and you should be able to imagine the difficulty of human existence."

Kevela was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly thought of something, and said:

"By the way, Mr. Custer, there is no water and electricity all over the world now, have you ever thought about it?"

Leon was vaguely aware of it, but still had no specific clue, and he asked:

"What's the matter?"

The girl's face was a little solemn, she hesitated for a second or two, and then said:

"I have checked the information before, there are currently more than 100 nuclear power plants in our country, and there are about 400 nuclear power plants in the world, if the nuclear power plant is out of water and power for more than the limit, the reactor will overheat due to cold loss, and then there will be a leakage accident, or even an explosion."

"In the current situation, do you think those nuclear power plants are still functioning normally?"

Leon was shocked to hear this, he had never thought about the nuclear power plant accident, and he didn't mention it in the plot of "The Walking Dead", but given the scope of the brain-dead writers' knowledge, it was clearly forgotten by them.

He was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke with some difficulty:

"What would happen if all the nuclear power plants were left unmanaged?"

Kevela recalled for a few seconds, shook his head again, and said:

"I don't know, most of the current nuclear power plants are equipped with automatic shutdown type devices, but those have not been tested in actual combat, because no one has ever considered that human beings will lose more than 95% of the population in just one month, and what will happen to them, probably no one can know."

"However, I estimate that some of these nuclear power plants will really stop operating, some will have nuclear leaks, and some will explode, and maybe in the near future, there will be many more radiation zones in our world, and the environment we live in will also be filled with a lot of radiation."

As he spoke, Kevela looked at Leon with a slightly mocking smile and said:

"I'm not an expert on this, I only learned a little bit about it by chance, but no matter what, as long as we don't get killed immediately by the explosion, we can survive the radiation for decades."

"But there's no way around it, can you afford to shut down all the nuclear power plants in the world?"

"Maybe humans in the future will be able to evolve bodies that adapt to radiation, maybe what?"

Indeed, this was not something that Leon could intervene in to change now, and he regained his attention and set his eyes on Darryl who was wandering among the corpses.

When he returns to the base, he will have a good chat with the doctors and professors with the highest IQ and the most knowledge.

Daryl, this silent macho man moved very quickly, and he seemed to have no fear in the face of zombies, and he had already passed through two waves of corpses in a row to the door of the supermarket, where a zombie was standing upright, blocking his way.

After only a second or two of pause, Daryl saw one of them bow down and rush behind the zombie, his left hand wrapped around the zombie's neck, and his right hand held a dagger, stabbing directly into his temple.

His body hid behind the zombie, and using the method of dragging, he quickly dragged the zombie into the supermarket without attracting the attention of other zombies.

In the later scene, Leon could no longer see it, and could only vaguely see a vague figure flickering in the supermarket, and several zombies standing by the window were killed and then put down.

After about six or seven minutes, the small supermarket successfully sounded loud music, which was Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana".

Daryl, it worked.

As the music spread, the zombies all over the street were attracted to attention, and they turned their stiff bodies and began to slowly gather towards the supermarket.

Leon and the others waited quietly.

After the corpses were more than 50 meters away from the gun shop, he waved his hand at the truck behind him, started the engine, and the car quietly slid to the front door of the gun shop.

After getting out of the car, after a little observation, Leon decisively took out the silencer pistol on his waist and shot twice at the lock heart of the gun shop gate, the impact sound was a bit loud, which seemed to attract the attention of several zombies at the back of the team.

He pressed his body against the door and pushed hard.

Click!

With the sound of some material breaking, the door of the gun shop opened.

Leon waved his hand at the remaining two members of Daryl's team and whispered:

"Let's go and carry all the guns and bullets inside to the truck."

"Move fast, I'll keep you safe out there."

After saying that, he pulled out his long-bladed machete from behind his back, held it in his hand, and quietly waited for the zombies to surround him.

Everyone is racing against time, and the sooner they finish moving the supplies from the gun shop, the sooner they will get out of the dangerous area.

As time progressed, about 10 or so zombies discovered their movements, and began to break away from the team one after another, rushing towards Leon at the front.

Compared with the last time he dealt with 30 zombies alone, Leon this time is more powerful and more confident, the long-bladed machete in his hand is very suitable for chopping, and the black bear armor on his body can also protect against the attacks of zombies.

Instead of choosing to fight in a roundabout way, he broke directly into the group of corpses, and in the face of the loss of the one in front, the long knife in Leon's hand suddenly slashed upward, and the blade slashed directly into the zombie's jaw, like a bamboo, splitting his brain in two.

Leon kicked on the body of the zombie who lost his head, kicking him backwards, his body twisting and turning with the help of momentum, and the blade in his hand increased greatly because of the rotation, turning into an upward arc of light, cutting off the skulls of two zombies.

He ignored the two zombies that fell, but continued to rush forward, came to the body of a zombie, swung his knife and slashed obliquely, the blade cut through the zombie's neck, as if cutting into a piece of rotten wood, and after a slight pause, he directly cut off his head entirely.

After a few movements, the four zombies closest to him were all killed, Leon panted slightly, he quickly adjusted his breathing, stood with a knife, and only about 20 seconds later, another group of zombies entered his battle range.

Two minutes later, all ten zombies attracted by Leon and the others lay down under him, their heads separated and became real corpses.

Shaking off the flesh and blood residue on the blade, Leon's forehead was slightly sweaty, and this time, the frontal rush was very pleasant, making him feel as if the blood in his body was beginning to boil a little.

He liked the feeling of fighting desperately, which was much more refreshing than sitting in the office and intriguing with those rotten people.

Leon felt that he was born to live this life, and he drank a lot of wine, ate a lot of meat, and was rich and prosperous, and I fought with my life.