"Old Three, where's the key!"
A burly man shouted.
"Coming!"
Another man, carrying a large bag, immediately took out a "Z"-shaped crank about sixty to seventy centimeters long from the bag. This was the "key" for the vehicle, similar to the key of a tractor back in the old days.
After taking it, the leader directly inserted one end of the crank into the car's engine. He then grasped the throttle controller in one hand and the tail of the crank in the other, his arm muscles bulged as he exerted all his strength to crank it.
"Chug, chug, chug...chugging!
Luckily today, it started the engine with just one try.
"Go, go, go!"
The group immediately got into the car, the vehicle roared and emitted a stream of black smoke, then swiftly drove away in a direction opposite the hospital.
Some zombies nearby heard the noise and ran over, but they only saw a puff of black smoke; clearly, they couldn't catch up and could only let out a few frustrated roars.
