Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

Nine years ago, in the old park in the urban-rural fringe of S City, there were joyful laughter of children playing.

This place has always been a paradise for children under the age of ten... In the eyes of adults, the bluestone brick walls are dilapidated, but in the eyes of children, they are no less than the bunker positions of the Eighth Route Army fighting Japanese pirates in TV programs.The horizontal and parallel bars that were only installed recently gave active boys a place to vent their excess energy.

Most of the other people in the park are elderly people, stretching their bodies to the soft music, or watching their grandchildren playing and playing with children they basically know with a smile.

Mo Ze and Leng Yan were also part of it. The restless two not only turned up and down near the brick wall, but also chased between the parallel bars and the horizontal bars.And their parents are not around to take care of them. After all, there are many children here, and there are also many elderly people who like children. Parents who are busy with work naturally feel relieved to leave their children here for activities.

Even though he was sweating profusely, Moze still didn't want to stop his steps, because he said coldly that if he could catch up with him, next time he went to his house to play games, he could let himself play one more game.

"Xiao Yanzi, where are you?" Mo Ze stopped walking, imitating the funny tone of those emperors and concubines playing in TV dramas, and then raised the corners of his lips.

He saw Leng Yan running into the alley next to him, and wanted to hide?Don't know that your hide-and-seek skills are super good!

Running along the intersection into the alley, Mo Ze, who was only looking for the figure of Leng Yan, accidentally bumped into a tall and thin man who smelled of alcohol and tobacco.The tall figure in the backlight made Mo Ze raise his head in fear, stared at the man whose expression was unclear, and swallowed.

"Hmph!" The man who was hit disdainfully exhaled a puff of white smoke from his nose, threw away the burnt cigarette held between his fingers, and took out another cigarette wrapped in white paper.

After lighting it up, the man asked in a low voice, "Little friend, are you alone?"

"Yes... I'm sorry..." She wanted to back up, but the man reached out and grabbed his shoulder.The little boy's undeveloped skeleton was easily held in his hands, with such force that Moze felt as if he had lost all feeling in his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, is it useful?" Bending down, the tall and thin man sprayed a puff of smoke towards Mo Ze's face with a half-smile, and demanded full of anger: "Stay with uncle for a while, and uncle will forgive you."

"Mom said..." The hands on the shoulders clenched even harder, the cigarette butt in the man's mouth suddenly lit up, and a dissatisfied voice came out of the man's slightly opened mouth: "What did Mom say? Don't you need an apology for bumping into someone?"

Seeing the man's complexion getting worse and worse, Mo Ze's tears were about to come out and he defended in a low voice: "But mom also said that you can't play with strangers..."

"Uncle's name is Lin Ye, you know my name, you're not a stranger now, come here!" Once again, a puff of smoke was sprayed on Mo Ze's face, and the man who called himself Lin Ye grabbed Mo Ze's shoulder, He abruptly carried Moze, who only reached his waist, onto his shoulders.

Surprised, Moze wanted to call for help, but found that his voice seemed to be blocked in his throat. No matter how loud he shouted, he could only make a faltering low moan.He hit the man on the back of the neck forcefully, but the trajectory of his fist was like snow in winter, falling lightly on the man.

At this time, the man who pretended to let go made Moze instinctively grab the nearest support... Moze, who clasped the man's neck tightly with both hands, smelled the strong smell of burnt smoke on the man's body, and wanted to stay away from the nausea, but found himself He couldn't move at all, his whole body seemed to be asleep, no matter how much he wanted to struggle, the movements he made could only be called "squirming".

His vision gradually blurred, Moze tried hard to look back, and unexpectedly saw Leng Yan's panicked expression.I want to wave my hand to make him run, but I can't even move a finger.

Struggling to prop up the heavier and heavier eyelids, Moze heard the sound of the door opening, and carefully grabbed the diamond-shaped sticky glue in his pocket that he gave him with cold words. When the man entered the door, he turned to the side. However, with the help of the man's movements, he slapped the glue that can stick to any smooth surface on the maroon wooden door.

When he felt the presence of his own body again, Moze found that his hands had been tied up, and his legs were separated and tied to two iron rods.

It was only then that Moze, who found himself tied to the bed, wanted to prop up his body in doubt, but found that the rope was tied so tightly that even shaking his arms was a difficult movement.

"Woke up so soon? The medicine doesn't work!" The tall and thin man who looked like he had taken a bath picked up the red cigarette case on the table, looked at the instructions on it strangely, and muttered to himself Moser's legs undid.

"Being in a coma for one to five minutes, and then making the drugged person unable to resist for two hours. He has no memory afterwards and can do whatever he wants? The writing is really straightforward." Excitedly clutching Moze's delicate calf, the man buried his head in Moze's still Some sensual chest, took a breath intoxicated.

"Well, the taste of children is delicious! It's a pity that there is no milk flavor, otherwise you will be considered the best!" The man looked at Moze who was at a loss, and showed an evil smile.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, right? It's okay, just playing a game, it will be very comfortable." He said a lie that he didn't even believe.

Although he didn't know what the laughing man was talking about, Moze still instinctively felt malicious.Struggling hard, I found that my strength was not comparable to that of an adult, and I couldn't do anything except shed a few tears.

"It's not dirty, I'll use it to make you feel good later." Biting Moze's exposed shoulder, the delicate skin was instantly stained with bloody crimson, and the stinging pain made Moze choke up.

Even rolling down the stairs didn't feel so uncomfortable. What was the man I accidentally bumped into trying to do?

Could it be that he wanted to punish himself because he bumped into him?

Thinking he had figured it out, Moser shook his head and cried, "Sorry! I shouldn't have bumped into you! Sorry!"

The man didn't expect such a thing to happen, so he hurriedly covered Moze's crying mouth, flashed past Moze with sharp scissors, and threatened, "Don't bark! Be quiet!"

The houses here are not very sound proof, and it is not a pleasant thing to be heard.

Unexpectedly, the child in his arms seemed to have opened the valve of tears. No matter how comforting or threatening he was, the loud and clear voice could be clearly transmitted to the man's ears, which scared the man who wanted to plot evil enough.

Originally, I bought that kind of smoke to do this kind of thing, but I didn't expect that because the medicine was not effective enough, even a child could not be fascinated.It was true that he was powerless to resist, but that loud cry was enough to attract all the neighbors around.

Moreover, they all know that there are no children in their family.

But taking a look at his body that was ready to go, the man thought he couldn't bear it any longer, and turned to Mo Ze, the man wanted to stop the source of the crying.

"No... hiccup... Uncle, I'm sorry... hiccup... sorry..." Mo Ze, who thought that he would be punished because he bumped into it, sobbed until he hiccupped.

Moze cried even harder so that the man didn't hear the very obvious knocking on the door and the crackling sound of the planks breaking.The man who was only thinking about how to stop Moze from crying was pinching Moze's chin, and while feeling the smooth skin, he was about to send his body into those cherry red lips.

"My God! What are you bastard doing!" The angry scolding interrupted the man's imagining of that feeling, and the feeling of staring at him followed in the next second.

Leng Yan rushed out from behind the two strong old men, hugged the crying Mo Ze tightly, kissed the weeping Mo Ze comfortingly, and patted him on the back lightly.

"Okay...it's okay...Moze...it's okay..." Thinking of Moze being bullied by a man he didn't know until he was out of breath, Leng Yan couldn't help but choked up.

In the end, the two crying children were sent back to their parents. Moze, who didn't know what the man was going to do to him, guessed it from the comments of the people around him the next day. .

Those nonsense gossip made Mo Yu furious. At the same time, he also contacted a friend in City C to help him buy a house. The whole family and the old man left China's prosperous economy but full of corruption and darkness. city.

At least in City C, there is no chaotic urban-rural fringe.

The citizens in the old city there, when they traveled, left the impression on Mo Yu that they were caring, yet generous and simple.This is not a contradiction. When he sells your things, he can be accurate to the point where you gave less than a few cents. When he sees you usually, he will give you half of the fresh ingredients he just bought without saying a word. You won’t be happy if you don’t pick him up.

Leaving this choice, Moze got rid of those unfriendly rumors, but let Leng Yan plant the seeds of guilt in his heart.

Although others will praise him for his bravery and wit when they see him, but only if he said coldly that he would know that if he hadn't wanted to hide in that alley, everything might not have happened, and the only bosom friend who doesn't care about his family environment , and therefore depart from oneself.

That damned man should use the soldering iron on TV to brand his body!

Of course, Leng Yan got his wish in the end, but instead of using a soldering iron...