Chapter 175 - Shark like swimmers
Muchen was panicking.
Not the usual quiet tension or nervous glances—but full-blown I’m-going-to-die-in-this-wet-hell kind of panic.
He practically launched himself onto Yunfeng’s backpack, wrapping his arms around Yunfeng’s shoulders like a terrified cat clinging to a tree trunk. His legs wrapped tightly around Yunfeng’s waist as he let out a breathless whisper, "I hate this place. I hate this place so much."
The tiny ember flickering in Yunfeng’s palm did little to fight back the suffocating dark. Shadows clung to the tunnel walls like tar, and the green glow of the distant exit still looked miles away.
"We’re not gonna make it," Muchen whispered, eyes darting around. "There’s no way we’ll make it before something gets us—"
Just then, the water rippled again. A dark mass rose from the murky depths.
Muchen’s heart stopped.
A bloated figure began to emerge—dressed in a rotted neon vest and helmet, like some forgotten construction worker from hell. Its skin was pale, split in places like overfilled sausages. And despite its grotesque bulk, it moved with terrifying speed, gliding through the water like a practiced swimmer.
"Turn back!! We gotta turn back!!" Muchen screamed, tightening his grip around Yunfeng’s neck. He was now fully piggybacking, one hand gripping his lover for dear life and the other trying—and failing—to get a proper grip on the massive machine gun. "I can’t shoot properly with one hand—fuck, Yunfeng! Burn it!"
Yunfeng grunted under the weight, his hands flaring with fire. "Trying!!"
He hurled the fire toward the water—but the second the flame hit the surface, it fizzled, creating steam that hissed around them. The zombie didn’t even flinch. If anything, it seemed to move faster.