Atlanta, College District.

In just two months, Atlanta, known as America's "New Capital of the South," has been reduced to a dead end.

The once-bustling streets are now devastated, with the wreckage of countless cars crowded with human remains, blocking all roads, and the roads and walls are covered in smoky and black marks.

Between these road obstacles, in the interiors of various buildings, in the dark alleys around the corners, tens of thousands of zombies were densely clustered together, wandering aimlessly, and from time to time they let out that terrifying roar from their mouths.

Leon and his warriors, their armor covered with the stench of zombies, lowered their heads and walked slowly in the sea of zombies in silence.

At the forefront of the team is Glenn, this Korean young man is not tall, but he has unimaginable courage, in the face of such a terrifying scene, even if he was scared and trembled, he gritted his teeth, took the initiative to recommend himself, and was willing to lead the way for everyone.

Because he felt that he was the most familiar person with the road here, and only by walking in the forefront could he minimize the danger factor for all his partners.

Darryl fell to the last of the group without saying a word, dagger in his hand, guarding against threats at the back of the group, this silent man never flaunted his merits, he always silently guarded his approved companions, fearless of any danger.

Old Moore also seemed to notice his brother's actions, and the older brother, who was usually very rude, first sneaked a glance at the location of his boss Leon, and then silently moved to his brother's side, guarding the back row of the line with him.

The eight-man team did not move very fast, not only trying to avoid the corpses and the wreckage of the car, but also occasionally stepping over the corpses on the ground and various debris that had been destroyed and collapsed by the explosion like street lamps.

I walked along the street for about 10 minutes before I got around the intersection of this street.

The intersection appears to have been built by the army into an improvised position, with hundreds of sandbags formed into several half-man-high defensive posts, and six heavy machine guns mounted on top of the sandbags, with their muzzles pointed at all sides of the position.

In one corner of the position, a camouflage tank crashed into a building there, and on the other side of the intersection, there was a helicopter parked on the road, and a pilot with a torn upper body was tied to the driver's seat.

Leon and the others continued to move forward, while carefully observing, on the ground of the position and among the corpses wandering nearby, they also found more than a dozen zombies or corpses wearing camouflage uniforms, which were estimated to be soldiers killed on this position.

Many of them were killed by headshots with firearms.

Maybe they were executed by others in case they died and turned into zombies.

Leon thought so, and then turned right with Glenn into another street.

This street is in much the same condition as the previous one, with more car wreckage and wandering zombies littered with it.

As the team deepened, everyone fell into the encirclement of countless zombies, and Leon could clearly feel that everyone's hearts were filled with fear, the fear of death, and as they continued to go deeper, this fear became stronger and stronger.

Everyone knows that if they are surrounded by tens of thousands of zombies here, no one can escape the fate of being eaten, and they may be gnawed into a skeleton, thinking about it, even a strong man like Leon with his own plug-in, his body can't help but tremble slightly.

But at this critical moment, Leon noticed that Professor Amlin's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his head and sneeze in front of him.

Pander to!! Sneeze!!

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The sound of the sneeze was muffled by the motorcycle helmet, like a sack full of sand falling from a height to the ground.

Low and clear.

In an instant, everyone in the team stiffened their limbs, their hairs stood on end, and a trace of cold sweat couldn't help but break out on their foreheads.

Leon scolded his mother in his heart, controlled the idea of killing, raised his head slightly, carefully observed the zombies around him, and did not dare to make any big moves.

This clear voice, of course, attracted the attention of the zombies within a hundred meters of the vicinity, and they all turned their heads in unison, looked at Amrin's location, and tentatively surrounded them.

Feeling the increasingly trembling body of the university professor in front of him, Leon pressed his palm on his shoulder, signaling that he could not be afraid and could no longer act rashly.

No matter what they thought, the zombies did not hesitate to move, and hundreds of zombies all squeezed towards a few people in one go.

Everyone held their breath, several of them closed their eyes in fright, surrounded by corpses in the center, they silently prayed that they would not be discovered by the zombies, their bodies were like statues, motionless, not daring to make any movements.

This is something Leon had explained before he set off, when crossing the sea of corpses, even if the team members around him were dismembered in front of him, he couldn't act rashly, otherwise he would sacrifice his life in vain.

5 minutes of silence.

It seems that 5 centuries have passed.

The corpses walked around without finding anything, gradually giving up the search, staggering back to their original location and wandering aimlessly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and the underwear inside the armor was completely soaked with sweat.

But they didn't dare to stop any longer, and followed closely behind Glenn in the direction of Georgia Tech.

This was the first time Leon was so close to death that he was powerless to resist and could only wait, he didn't pay much attention to this mission, only thought it was a slightly difficult rescue mission.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a big danger, and this beating made Leon feel a little flustered during this time, and quickly cooled down.

The end times are too dangerous, and you may die at any time due to various accidents, so it's better to be careful.

Fortunately, after the lesson just now, everyone's spirit collapsed to the limit, and no one dared to relax, the team moved forward slowly, conscientiously groped for nearly an hour and a half, crossed several streets, and finally walked out of this sea of zombies.

After leaving the high-rise block and walking for another five minutes, they finally came to a small square with beautiful surroundings and dense vegetation.

At the end of the small square, a thirty-meter-high building made of marble and reinforced concrete stands there.

Behind this building, there are many tall and short and beautiful and bizarre collegiate buildings, surrounded by vegetation and trees, and from time to time you can see various fountains and statues, the whole area is extremely large, like a huge garden.

This is their destination, and the gates and signboards of Georgia Tech can be seen from a long distance.

At this time, this famous school, one of the three most famous polytechnic colleges in the United States, has also lost its former scenery and has become a ghost domain.

Garden-like buildings are filled with thousands of young zombies dressed in all sorts of casual clothes, wandering aimlessly and scattered around the school.

Professor Amlin couldn't help but take a few steps closer, a sad look on his face, his eyes moistened, and a hint of choked in his tone:

"This school was once a temple of knowledge, a jewel of human civilization, and over the past hundred years, it has cultivated countless outstanding scientific research talents, who have entered the society from here, led the changes of the times, and created countless great achievements."

"Alas, it's a pity."

"I remember that before I left, there were more than 20,000 students, more than 1,000 teachers and more than 2,000 staff here, but I don't know how many people have survived today."

Leon stepped forward, patted the professor on the shoulder, and spoke:

"Let's go, Professor, it's useless to dream here, we need you to lead the way."

"Go and see for yourself who else is alive."

"Like you said before, every minute you advance may save a life."

After saying that, he beckoned to the team members, drew a sharp short knife from his belt, and said:

"All, follow me, try to stealth and kill, kill a bloody path, and don't make any sound."