Chapter 162 The Roadside Diner Encounter
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Theresa spotted a roadside diner up ahead. These diners were usually old houses converted for business, built along the highway. Most had poor business and looked rundown. This one was no different–two buildings beside it stood abandoned and empty.
But Theresa never passed up a ce worth exploring. Even if it was just a restroom, she’d go in and snag a couple of toilet paper packs.
She walked across the street with Summer. Halfway across, she suddenly heard a loud bang.
The diner’s door mmed open.
A man tumbled out, scrambling away on all fours.
He wore a gray shirt and thick sses, and he was retreating desperately.
Chasing after him was an elderly zombie–somewhere in its–seventies or eighties–missing half its body and snarling fiercely.
The man kept backing up, never stopping.
Inside, a voice shouted urgently, “Just kill it! That zombie’s easy to take down!”
“No way! I can’t do it!” came the panicked reply.
“Are you useless or what?!” another voice yelled. Then, a man with arge backpack burst out of the diner.
He red disdainfully at his fallenpanion. “Why did I pick such a useless partner? You should just die!”
He hoisted his pack and sprinted away.
At that moment, another zombie lunged from the dark interior, heading straight for him.
In a sh, Theresa saw a bright light streak through the air.
The backpacked man was taken down.
The man in the gray shirt seized the moment, slipping past the attacking zombie as if teleporting, and grabbed hispanion, saving him.
They hit the ground hard,nding just ahead of the zombie.
“You okay?” the rescuer asked.
The saved man, shaken from nearly being bitten to death, looked at the still–moving zombie with no gratitude. Without hesitation, he shoved his savior toward the creature and took off running.
The gray–shirted man was caught off guard and stumbled backward into the zombie.
Just as the zombie was about to sink its teeth into him-
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Arge ck dog sprang onto the man’s head, swiping a paw at the old zombie whose teeth were nearly
gone.
ck blood sttered across the man’s face.
With a heavy thud, the zombie’s head hit the ground.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Elias Churban, whose eyes were tightly shut, blinked open his lids at the calm,zy voice.
Through his ultra–thick sses, he saw a girl standing in the sunlight, arms crossed, looking down at him.
He hadn’t seen such a fresh, clean, and pretty girl in the apocalypse in a long time.
“Hey, you dead?”
“No, I’m not!” Elias quickly came to his senses, looking behind him to see the two elderly zombiespletely dismembered.
He nced back at Theresa with sincere gratitude. “Thank you for saving me.”
Theresa respondedzily with a hum. She recognized him–he was the guy who always waited in line outside Kl Camp. She never expected to run into this strange man here, of all ces.
Elias silently got to his feet, nced around the yard, grabbed a shovel leaning against the wall, and walked toward the zombie corpses.
Theresa wondered if he was going to finish them off or dig for gleamstones, but instead, Elias started diggingrge holes beside the bodies.
“I’m sorry! Rest in peace,” he said softly.
He was burying the zombies.
Theresa stood there silently, watching Elias sweat profusely as he carefully gathered every part of the two zombies, piecing them back together and burying them properly.
“Sorry, old folks. I’lle visit when I have time,” Elias said, bowing sincerely.
Theresa was speechless.
The more she watched this young man, the more impressed she became.
Suddenly, a name shed in her mind from the list of top ten toughest people–could it be… Elias Churban?
She fixed her gaze on the gray shirted man. “What’s your name?”
Elias wiped the sweat from his brow, smiled weakly on his malnourished face, and replied, “My name is Elias Churban.”
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