Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 154 Memory
This time it was on the main road in Flushing.

The woman was running away like crazy.

She drives a huge converted truck, and beside her is a storage box full of nameplates of dead soldiers.

Two men frantically strafed what was chasing them with their vehicle-mounted machine guns.

"SLR glass, the effect of isolating light is excellent."

He Gang and Dumbledore sat behind the driver's seat.

This memory has been escaping from the beginning until now, but because the owner of the memory, that is, the woman who drove the car, almost never looked at the rearview mirror, and they didn't know what was chasing behind.

But as long as you imagine it, you can probably guess that it should be the hungry people who have turned into living flesh and blood.

"Now it's after the Church of Suffering ran amok in Flushing and when the end comes, but the timeline should be before the man in the basement we saw just now...Look at the occasional smoking cars on both sides of the street."

Dumbledore pointed to the newspapers pasted on the car windows by the side of the road for shading, but the entire half of the car was torn apart from the business car, and it crashed into a fashion store, with thick smoke still coming out of the rear of the car.

Obviously, it will not be too long before the accident with the passengers on it.

On both sides of the street, this situation can be seen everywhere.

There are also some weird buildings whose lintels are marked with a pattern of twisted snakes together like a group of snakes, replacing some of the original facades.

The decoration style of these buildings tends to be very religious, and the style is extremely ancient, like some radical churches in the Middle Ages.

That is probably the Church of Suffering.

It's just that now, the doors of these churches are tightly closed, there is no light in the cracks of the doors, and darkness permeates them.

But no one rushed in there.

Heavy trucks are still moving forward.

Passengers are silent.

The situation is very serious.

"Can we get in touch with the rest, Tom?"

The woman's voice was fairly calm, but her trembling hands when she lit a cigarette revealed her true emotions at the moment.

The man operating the truck-mounted machine gun in the back compartment said in a deep voice:
"No, all other parts should be sacrificed."

"Will the Church give us aid?"

"Without assistance, they were out of control."

Tom answered.

He Gang and Dumbledore looked at each other.

This team obviously has government and military backgrounds, and it can be seen that they have probably reached some agreements with the Church of Suffering.

It's just... What do you mean by out of control?
In front is another small chapel like a family workshop.

A blazing light that dimmed the sun's rays suddenly shot out from the extremely dark door.

Then, in less than two seconds, a disturbing pool of blood and flesh burst through the gate and poured onto the road in an instant.

Then it was run over by this heavy truck.

They moved forward and walked into a neighborhood that had been reduced to ruins. All the surrounding buildings collapsed, overturned tanks, crushed brass shell casings, and bullet craters everywhere...

Not long ago, a battle broke out here that was unprecedentedly intense in New York.

And obviously, the human side lost quite completely.

"According to the manual, this is the battle zone bombed by the air force. There should be a safety zone jointly established by the district government and the church near the main road, where survivors will gather!"

Another majestic man whose name was Jason Barry from the nameplate on his chest poked his head out from behind a large pile of weapons. He had a large-caliber pistol pinned to his waist, which could definitely smash a human's entire head with one shot.

There was only one bullet in that gun.

Jason Barry said loudly,
"where are we going!"

They finally found the passage by relying on the notes in the manual, which was hidden in the subway tube a mile from the main road.

No keys or cards are needed, the passage is completely open.

"This woman's memory has been broken, and the man named Tom has disappeared."

He Gang said this to Dumbledore.

They are already walking in the memory, and where they can go can only be decided by the owner of the memory.

The smell here is quite fishy.

It was disgusting, like the massive heather blooms mixed with dozens of dead pigs that had been dumped in the cesspit for weeks.

The car was parked outside, already torn to pieces by a huge amount of living flesh and blood.

The sound of explosives exploding was like thunder on the ground.

Now, they've gone too far and they can't turn back.

A smooth path extends inward from the side of the subway tunnel, leading deep into the sanctuary.

"Indeed, in many cases, subway pipes buried deep underground are definitely the best shelters. Some military passages can even reach tens of meters in depth, and their strength can even withstand the impact of nuclear bombs."

He Gang had to admit that the shelter was built in a perfect location.

I'm afraid that even in such a filthy doomsday, they can survive for quite a long time.

Dumbledore observed carefully.

他 说:

"There are many stone slabs with occult foundations on both sides. These stone slabs have the pattern of the Church of the Cross, which can barely purify some evil spirits."

"It seems that no matter what the church that believes in the mother of suffering is, at least in the beginning they still thought about protecting the personal safety of the survivors."

He Gang pouted.

mother of suffering...

World tree roots...

Wait, World Tree Roots?

He suddenly realized that if the world tree fell, how could there be only roots?
Could it be that the mother of suffering did not fall at the beginning, but after a certain event, she became the great filth later?

"We're still getting a distress call from here and it went on until yesterday afternoon, before nightfall, whoever it is, I hope they survive."

The woman named Marion Slingenia strapped a ring of bombs around her body, as if she was ready to die at any time.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, each step as if conveyed from another world, as if you were not walking alone in the dark.

Jason Barry said:
"It shouldn't be a problem. Those things will be very dull in the dark, and the security forces here are quite strong. Even a whole special forces team will be difficult to break through."

They came to a dark corridor sheltered by the occult slabs.

There are two elevators and an unlocked staircase.

But the elevator has stopped working.

Marion Slingenia swivels the emergency operating lights in the plastic casing.

Warm orange lights poured down the corridor every second, not enough to illuminate all the space, like the pulse of some monster.

"The shelter is below, but it doesn't look like there are people living here."

Jason Barry looked very ugly.

I haven't seen any trace of human activity since I got here.

Is there probably no one in the facility anymore?
"We have to go down and see if there is no one. At least there are a lot of weapons and food stored there, so we can last longer."

Marianne Slingenia said.

She walked down first.

(End of this chapter)