Undead

"Miangui's surname is Zhou, the Rong who fought against the army is not the Rong of Huang Rong's younger sister."

"We've been squatting in this unlucky city T for more than half a month. We haven't touched a penny of field subsidy, and the bullets and food have bottomed out. It's like a thief to refuel in the chaos."

"How did you say this virus broke out? Is it a rabies virus variant, or is it the crazy genetic tactics implemented by the US imperialists and Western powers against our country? My brother was watching the news network two days ago. Last night, even the TV signal followed The short-wave broadcasts are gone. It’s a pity that I have been chasing "The People's Urban Management Team" and "The People's Radio, Film and Television Bureau" for more than half a year. But the most regrettable thing is..."

Zhou Rong lit the fire with a click, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and looked back to see that all the team members were trembling, the side windows of the carriage were wide open, and the wind was blowing in.

"Let's go... let's go," said the younger brother, "I just got out of the car window..."

"When did you leave?"

"At the time of the news broadcast."

Zhou Rong was silent for a moment, not without regrets: "It's a pity, I just want to give him the eighth season of Amway's "People's Development and Reform Commission."

·

The tide of zombies has been drawn to the southeast, and there are only a dozen or so living dead wandering on the street at this moment.The young man turned over and landed on the ground, stuck to the corner of the wall with a few steps, and then dodged into the messy big pharmacy.

The incandescent lamps flickered overhead, the walls were covered with splattered blood, and several mutilated corpses crushed the glass counter. You can imagine what a terrifying scene it would be when the virus broke out.

With the growing call for racial and gender equality, Omega pheromone inhibitors have lifted the ban in many countries, but they are also strictly controlled prescription drugs.The young man held the carbine in front of him, bypassed the corpse of the pharmacist lying on the counter, and smashed the glass cabinet with the butt of the gun with his backhand. Seeing the familiar injection, he breathed out imperceptibly, quickly disassembled the package and dispensed the medicine and stuck it into himself. arm veins.

The pharmacy has probably been looted a few times, but there are still some supplies left in the corner, protein powder, nut bars, energy drinks, etc.He picked up a rucksack full of blood from the body, swept everything he could carry into it, and carefully dug out two packs of water purifier.

After finishing this, he raised his head and saw himself through the broken mirror beside the counter.

The motorcycle helmet and jacket are full of rust smell, the original color of the jeans can no longer be seen, and the high-top boots are full of dried carrion.

He suddenly noticed something, pulled the zipper slightly, and pulled out a pendant from the collar.

It was an ordinary brass round case, the size of a pocket watch, which opened to reveal an old photograph, pressed under a plate of crystal.

A young couple is smiling at him with their five or six-year-old son in their arms. The wife is Caucasian, with flaxen hair and amber eyes. Even with the limited photography skills many years ago, her outstanding beauty is clearly visible; the husband is completely Oriental, with a clear and elegant appearance, full of bookishness, with a very familiar face.

—his own face.

The young man closed his eyes and couldn't stop panting. A few incomplete images flashed through his mind like lightning: the rapidly bumping cabin, screams, corpses, flying bullet casings, suitcases shining with cold silver light...

Then the camera zoomed out, under the cold gray sky in the early morning, military boots stepped on the grass roots and dew, and the eardrums of each soldier were scolded: "...There is no tomorrow, there is no hope. There will never be rescue, and any mistake will be irreversible. ..."

"You will be the last group of living people to fight against the undead on this earth!..."

The young man subconsciously shook his head, trying to massage the space between his eyebrows, but touched the hard helmet.

"careful!"

A huge force rushing from the side threw the young man to the ground in an instant—there was a loud bang, and the young man instinctively wanted to pinch the attacker's neck, but the next moment there was deafening gunshots in the room!

Bullets as fast as a rainstorm knocked out the warehouse door in the corner. Behind the door, several undead fell to the ground, struggling and convulsing, and finally turned into a pile of flesh and blood after a while.

Zhou Rong put down the gun, poohed out the cigarette butt, and extinguished it casually: "Are you two okay?"

The young man pushed the "sniper" away, turned over and sat up, with a splitting headache and pressed his eyebrows.

"Hello, we just came in and saw zombies pushing the door from the warehouse..." Yan Hao got up and spread his palms to the young man sitting on the ground.The latter supported his hand, stood up with strength, and lifted the motorcycle helmet: "Thank you."

Yan Hao: "..."

"?"

Handsome Yan withdrew his gaze. Even though he instinctively concealed the blush on his fair face, he coughed hard and said, "No...it's okay."

Zhou Rong found it interesting, stroked his chin for a while, and asked with a smile, "Brother came to look for something to eat?"

——If the people in the end of the world vote for the top ten worst pick-up lists, this sentence will definitely top the list.

The young man didn't answer. He picked up the backpack and threw it on his right shoulder. Holding the carbine that he had brought along from Yan Hao, the muzzle of the gun was pointed vaguely at the ground, and walked around the two of them towards the door.

Unexpectedly, when they passed by, Zhou Rong grabbed his arm: "This..."

"You follow me?"

The two looked at each other closely, and in the messy pharmacy, there seemed to be an invisible bowstring gradually tightening.Zhou Rong smiled modestly for a while: "What are you talking about, you hurt your feelings so much..."

"...Obviously responsible for the safety of people's lives and property."

The young man looked at Zhou Rong carefully again, and felt that he had made a mistake in his judgment just now.This person should not be a local army, but a soldier who embezzled ordnance after being expelled from the team.

"Don't look at it anymore, come with us, no one has any idea about your two packs of biscuits." Zhou Rong flicked a piece of minced meat splashed on the young man's shoulder, and he didn't even feel disgusted, saying: "We want to Go to the shelter in the city center to meet up with your teammates, pick up the crowd, send out a positioning signal, and notify the local government to send a helicopter to pick it up—tomorrow T City will be cleaned by nuclear bombs, here, here is my ID.”

With fingerless gloves covered in blood, Zhou Rong carefully took out a cowhide envelope from his arms, and opened it to reveal an official letter of introduction to the army with a red stamp.

He arrogantly waved in front of the young man, put the official letter back into the protective vest cherishingly, and said, "You can't go anywhere by yourself, personal heroism is not a thing, so let's accept the organization's arrangement... What's your name? "

There was silence, the young man's eyes fell to the ground, and there was an overturned medicine box at his feet, with the words "XX City Sinan Chinese Herbal Pieces Co., Ltd. (Guangdong 2011XXXX)" written on it.

"...Sinan," the young man said hoarsely.

"North and south are south."

·

After half an hour.

"Their body fluids are highly toxic, and the result of being bitten is 100% infection and death, followed by mutation. The speed of mutation varies from person to person. The shortest observed mutation time is 50 seconds, starting from the heart stop of the infected person." Counting; the longest is more than 24 hours, during this period the speed of rigor and decay is no different from that of ordinary corpses."

Sinan raised his eyelids: "Where is the observation object?"

"A few of my team members," Zhou Rong said, taking a sip of water.

On the left and right sides of the carriage, seven or eight special forces soldiers were sitting in a row, constantly bumping from side to side because the front of the car hit a zombie blocking the way.

Beside Zhou Rong, Yan Hao took out a paper bag from behind and signaled Sinan opposite to follow.

—a couple of high-protein chocolates and military compressed biscuits in the paper bag.

Si Nan casually threw the paper bag back to him, pointed to his backpack, meaning I have it here, and immediately asked Zhou Rong: "Are you a local garrison?"

"When the virus first broke out, some experts thought it was collective rabies, so the first batch of infected people were sent to the army for custody, and the local garrison was completely wiped out." Zhou Rong spread his hands and expressed his courtesy condolences, saying: " If you go to the camp of the military area now, there should be tens of thousands of living dead with live ammunition in it, densely packed together to stir up a sensation... It’s really a hell for patients with trypophobia.”

"Then why did you come to T City?"

"Execute the mission." Yan Hao whispered beside him.

Si Nan glanced at it, Yan Hao focused on the swaying carriage floor, his lips pursed into a slightly tight line.

"We came to carry out the mission. We were not very lucky. We encountered a zombie outbreak, so we temporarily changed the mission content and decided to go to the shelter to rescue ordinary people." Zhou Rong asked casually: "What about you, brother?"

Si Nan didn't answer, "How about your mission?"

He thought that the purpose of this team was the same as that of Tang Hao and the others, to seize Omega—the so-called precious strategic resource—from the war-torn zone.Unexpectedly, Zhou Rong sighed, and said melancholy: "Brother, I will recite it this time... The task target is dead, and I am afraid that I will be punished when I go back..."

"Not necessarily dead," Yan Hao suddenly whispered again.

The team members all looked at them, and Zhou Rong asked, "Can you still survive after free falling from a height of 9000 meters?"

Yan Hao fell silent.

"Brother Rong!" The driver shouted in front: "The latest road map is out, come and check the traffic lanes!"

Zhou Rong got up and walked to the cab, and patted Yan Hao's shoulder heavily as he passed by.

Sinan suddenly found that when he was talking to Zhou Rong, Yan Hao would often appear, handing something or interjecting a word, consciously or unconsciously brushing up his presence.

why?

Yan Hao suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, and handed over a box of Soft China: "Smoking?"

Sinan's appearance is extremely oriental, but his pupils are amber like his mother's.When he stared at people so motionless, he often had the illusion of being inorganic and cold.

He just looked at Yan Hao for about ten seconds, shook his head and said, "No, thank you."

"..."

Yan Hao was a little nervous, so he smiled at him, smoked a cigarette, but didn't light it, and just played it over and over between his fingers, as if he was using this action to relieve some emotions.

After a while, Zhou Rong returned to the rear compartment with the equipment bag. Da Ma Jindao sat down and sighed while digging out the equipment: "It's not easy-it will take another two hours to reach the refuge at the current driving speed, but I don't know the city center. How about the density of zombies on the street. Later, I will go up and shoot a round with a vehicle-mounted machine gun along the way, so hurry up and sleep for a while... What's wrong, brother, what are you looking at me for?"

Zhou Rong opened the metal box of gun parts, took out a ruby ​​earring from a tool slot, and put it on his right ear.

Simon: "..."

Si Nan sat across from them, his gaze shifted from Zhou Rong's ear to Yan Hao's ear, two identical rubies gleamed in the dimly lit carriage.

At that moment, his doubts were easily resolved, and he felt that he understood something.

"Sorry." Sinan said sincerely, got up and patted Yan Hao on the shoulder, went into the front room without looking back, and sat on the co-pilot.

Yan Hao: "...???"

There was an eerie dead silence in the back of the carriage.

However, Sinan was very kind and ignored him. He nodded to the driver to signal his trouble, and immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.