Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

Loft has been relatively free recently.

Because the weather is getting colder, there are not many people swimming and playing at the beaches on the North Shore of Queens.

Therefore, his "Gulf Community Volunteer Ambulance Team" has become a little idle-the main duty of their ambulance team is to protect the safety of the beach. Once someone drowns or is trapped on the reef, they will be responsible for rescue.

Loft is from Texas, but he is not as hot-tempered as an ordinary Texan. On the contrary, he has a quiet personality, is helpful, and is a sunny and good young man.

He has won two national freestyle runners-up. He was originally a good young athlete. As long as he continues to work hard, he has enough potential to become an Olympic champion.

But who asked his beloved girl to come to New York to work?

It has been less than half a year since he confessed his success, and he couldn't bear the pain of a long-distance relationship, so he also ran to the metropolis of New York.

Not long after he came here, he got an internship opportunity in the "Gulf Community Volunteer Ambulance Team". After all, he is familiar with water, has excellent physical fitness, and has some rescue experience.

Putting on his overalls, Loft and his colleague, a black man who was half a head taller than him—Joms, went to the seaside for inspection.

This is one of the things they must do every day. In addition to keeping the radio equipment unobstructed, it is also a daily routine to go to the highlands on the coast to look out.

Today is sunny and sunny, the temperature is not too low, the sea waves are flat and the same color as the sky, which makes people feel refreshed.

It's just that the weather is so good, why don't seabirds come to fish?

In this kind of weather, usually there will be many seagulls and sea eagles coming to the beach.

I asked this question to the black man beside me, Choms, and the answer I got was: "Today is Sunday. Maybe the birds also went to church today?"

This black guy is a devout believer, and he has been with him for several months. Loft knows him very well, so he is not surprised by the answer he gave.

Truth be told, Loft wished the black dude was right.

Because suddenly there was an absurd sense of crisis in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong, just like the calm before the storm.

"Ah, Loft, look!" Jomus said loudly, pointing at the sea in the distance.

Following his fingers, Loft saw a figure appearing about 1 kilometer in front of the beach.

From the looks of it, that person should be swimming, but this swimming posture is very awkward and his movements are very stiff.

As a professional swimmer, Loft is sure that such a swimming posture consumes a lot of energy, and it is also not conducive to the speed of advancement.

If no one is rescued, the swimmer may not make it to the shoreline.

"Help someone!" Loft said, and he and Joms jumped into the rubber boat, started the motor, and drove quickly towards the man.

This kind of rubber boat specially used for rescue was very fast, and it took less than two minutes to reach the victim.

"Need help, sir?" Loft asked loudly as he pulled the kayak up to the man and stopped.

The Castaway ignored him completely and just swam forward as if he didn't see the kayak.

"Sir, you won't be able to stick to the shore like this. Your suit absorbs water badly, and the seawater temperature is very low this season. You'd better..." Loft wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly felt his arm being caught by Qiaom behind him. Slar pulled.

"Loft, you...you pay attention, this person...has no legs..." Jomus' voice trembled, and his left hand subconsciously held the cross pendant on his chest.

More than just having no legs? Good guy, I didn't notice it just now. The thick suture line on this man's neck is too conspicuous.

Coupled with the almost gray skin, it doesn't look like a living person.

It looked... like a corpse that had been broken into pieces due to a serious car accident, stitched up again, and buried in the soil for a long time.

Whether it was Loft or Jomus, a term came to mind almost at the same time—zombies.

In the past few years, there have been endless zombie-themed film and television works. Isn't this scene very similar to the scene in the movie?

"Sir..." Even though his voice was already trembling, Loft insisted and asked again: "Do you need... help? We are... the Bay Community Volunteer Ambulance Team..."

This is his professional ethics as a member of the rescue team. Of course, he is still lucky at this time-maybe the other party is not a zombie, but a poor man who has undergone many operations?

Being able to swim without legs is not uncommon in the Paralympic Games, so you can't think that the other person is not human because of this, right?

Perhaps because he smelled the fear in the two people, the head of the "disaster" slowly turned 180 degrees, and looked at the two people on the kayak behind him.

It didn't matter, Loft was almost vomited by the terrifying face - the dark green eyeballs were raised high, the nose was down, and it was completely rotten into a ball of minced meat!

If this Nima still thinks he is a normal person, then Loft is really cerebral palsy.

His job responsibilities only require him to save people, not to provoke zombie monsters.

"Oh, my God!" Black Choms was already frightened and crying. He was so frightened that he was like a child cornered by a mad dog. He screamed: "Go! Damn it, get out of here." , Loft! God bless us... God will bless us..."

"Buzz~buzz~"

Loft turned the kayak and turned the throttle to the bottom, eager to grow wings and fly away.

The kayak jumped half a meter forward and suddenly stopped.

The motor is not broken, it is still working at full capacity.

But the speed of the kayak was very slow, almost stationary.

The hair on both men stood on end, and they turned their heads mechanically.

The tail of the rubber boat was tightly grasped by more than a dozen pairs of gray-blue palms!

Those dozens of pairs of hands holding the kayak belonged to more than a dozen incomplete zombies. Behind these zombies, there was a wave of corpses rolling in like a tsunami!

The astonishing number is like the galloping wildebeest in animal documentaries, densely packed.

These horrific corpses are all "alive". Because there are so many, they are stacked on top of each other. It looks like they are not swimming on the sea at all, but a "floating corpse bridge" formed by stepping on the corpses at the bottom. , rolling forward.

With only 1 kilometer left, these zombies are about to land.

Joms was too frightened to cry, and his brain crashed from the horror of the scene.

Loft was awake, and he laughed miserably. It seemed that he didn't even have a chance to leave a last word for his beloved girl.

Before, he never believed in any existence. At the last moment of his life, he swore that if there was a miracle, he would become the most devout believer in that miracle.

"Zi!"

This is the sound of sharp things piercing the water,

An extremely sharp green wooden stake drilled out from the bottom of the sea and penetrated the first zombie that Loft had just seen. The huge inertia supported the corpse and rose to an altitude of tens of meters with the wooden pile. Among!

Loft was stunned by this sudden scene.

What was even more astonishing was yet to come—hundreds of thousands of the same wooden stakes sprang up from the bottom of the sea like mushrooms after rain, piercing through every corpse in the corpse tide with incomparable precision, and piercing into the sky!