Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Breaking Through the Crazy Streets

"Maybe they're not out of control yet?" Thomas replied, sounding stupid to himself, "Or don't want to get hit by a big truck?" "Come on, hit the gas," Brenda said, "before they change their minds." Lawrence did, and Thomas was relieved; the trucks were moving forward, and he didn't slow down, and the demented man stood by the wall watching them go by.Seeing them this close: their scratches, their blood and bruises, their crazy eyes, Thomas shivered again.They were about to pass the group when there was a loud noise and the van jolted sharply to the right.The front end of the van hit the wall of the alley and rolled over the two delirious people.Horrified, Thomas watched through the car's windshield as they screamed in pain as bloody fists slammed into the front of the car.

"What the hell is going on?" Lawrence yelled, reversing the car. The van backed up, screamed, and shook horribly.The two lunatics fell to the ground and were immediately attacked by the two closest to the van.Thomas was so frightened that he felt sick for a while, and hurriedly looked away.At this time, the tires spun and screamed, and it was impossible to drive forward at all.All the noise mixed together was like a nightmare. "What's wrong?" Brenda yelled. "They tampered with the tires! Or the axles. Something must be wrong!" Lawrence turned the steering wheel desperately, turning from backwards to forwards, but every time he only moved a few steps and then stopped.A woman with disheveled hair comes up to Thomas' right.She held an extremely large shovel in her hand, and he watched her hold it high above her head, throwing it straight towards the window, the car glass did not respond.

"We're really getting out of here!" Thomas yelled.He was so helpless that he didn't know what to say.They were so stupid to fall into such an obvious trap. Lawrence was still turning the wheel and stomping on the gas, but they just rocked back and forth, and there was the familiar thud of the roof as someone ran onto it.Now the demented patients smashed the glass on all sides, some with wooden sticks, some with their heads, and all available methods were used.The woman outside the window on Thomas's side didn't give up, and continued to knock over and over again with the shovel.Finally, after she knocked five or six times, the glass cracked a hair-long slit.

Thomas became more and more frightened, and a word came out of his throat: "She's about to break!" "Let's get out of here!" Brenda said. The truck drove a few steps away, just in time for the woman to escape.But someone swung a sledgehammer from above and smashed the windshield, splitting the glass in a spider web-like flower. The truck backed up again, and the person holding the sledgehammer just wanted to smash the glass again, but unexpectedly rolled onto the front cover of the car, and then rolled down to the ground again.A bald, demented man with a big gash in the top of his head snatched the man's tools and knocked twice, and then the others came up and started grabbing the bald man's weapon, the crack in the windshield almost killing them all. Nothing can be seen.There was the sound of glass shattering from the back of the car, and Thomas turned his head to see an arm twisting in through the window, the jagged glass tearing at his skin.Thomas unbuckled his seat belt and scrambled to the back of the van.He grabbed whatever he saw. He first got a plastic tool with a brush on one end and a snow shovel on the other. Another slam, and then a third.Hearing someone screaming, he pulled out his hand, and several pieces of glass were also knocked down on the concrete floor outside.

"Do you want a launcher?" Brenda asked him from behind. "No!" Thomas yelled. "It's too much use in the van. Give me the pistol!" The van drove forward, then stopped again.Thomas hit his face against the back of the middle seat, and there was a sudden pain in his face and jaw.He turned and saw a man and a woman tearing at what was left of the broken window.The hole was getting bigger and bigger, and it was full of blood. "Catch it!" Brenda called him from behind. He swiveled to catch the gun she was throwing, took aim and fired once, and then the second shot, and the two lunatics fell to the ground, screaming in pain, which was soon drowned out by the horrific screams of the tires. , the sound of an overused engine, and the thud of a lunatic attacking.

"I think we're screwed!" Lawrence yelled. "I don't know what the hell they're doing!" Thomas turned to see Lawrence drenched in sweat.A hole appeared in the middle of the windshield's cobweb, and the other windows were completely cracked, making it almost impossible to see anything outside.Brenda held her launcher as if she was ready to shoot if she had to. The van backed up and went forward, then backed up again.It seems that I can control it a little bit, and it is not as violent as before.Two more hands came through the large hole in the back, and Thomas fired two more shots.They heard screams, and then saw a woman's face—distorted, glaring at them horribly, every tooth was filthy. "Let's go in, kid." She could barely hear her say, "We just want something to eat. Give us something to eat and let me in!"

She screamed the last word, then stuck her head out to squeeze in, as if she thought she could.Thomas didn't want to shoot her, but he held his gun ready, in case she did get in.However, at this moment the van was rushing forward again, and she fell, leaving blood on the broken glass.Thomas was ready, waiting for the van to back up again.But after a wobbly pause, it moved forward a few feet and turned in the right direction.Then drove forward a few feet. "I think it should be all right!" Lawrence exclaimed. The car moved forward again, this time for what seemed to be ten feet.The lunatics struggled to keep up, though they fell silent for a while after being thrown off.Soon, there were screams, thumps, and knocks.A man stuck a knife through the hole in the back and slashed left and right, but nothing was cut.Thomas picked up the gun and pulled the trigger.How many people did he kill?three?four?Did he kill them?

The truck gave a long cry one last time and rushed out without stopping.It passed the lunatic lying on the road, bumped a few times, and then passed smoothly and quickly.Looking back, Thomas saw several bodies fall from the roof of the car and onto the street.The few remaining lunatics gave chase, but soon fell behind. Thomas slumped on his back in the seat, staring at the sunken roof above.He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions.He barely noticed that Lawrence switched off one of the undamaged headlights, made two turns, and slipped into a garage with an open door, which then closed behind him.