Undead

The reality didn't give Sinan much chance to hesitate.A few seconds later, the SUV started slowly and drove out of the gas station.

Sinan's last sliver of rationality belonging to a soldier overwhelmed his hunger, and he did not immediately choose to step forward, but stepped back a few steps to hide his figure, and saw the SUV turn around and drive straight forward along the street slowly.

What are they going to do?

Sinan looked around, not far away, more than a dozen cars and electric vehicles collided together in a row, and the situation was horrible.Apart from that, there is no means of transportation within sight, not even a bicycle in good condition.

The SUV drove farther and farther, and it was getting out of sight.Si Nan gritted his back molars and ran after him.

"Someone is following us." In the SUV cab, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and murmured.

The blond female Alpha sitting next to him was looking at her fingers. Hearing this, she immediately raised her eyes to look up, but in the rearview mirror, she only saw groups of cars chasing cars slowly, and were quickly thrown away again and again. The zombie below: "Where is it? Who is it?"

"I didn't see it clearly, I hid it too quickly."

The rear compartment bumped slightly as the vehicle moved forward, but there was no voice from Romuel.

"It might be a survivor." The female Alpha pondered: "Hurry up, Abal, get rid of him, we have to search for the next survivor base."

Abal stepped on the accelerator, and the front bumper of the car slammed into several undead people, whizzing away in the dust and smoke.

The city has become a paradise for the undead, and every reinforced concrete building on both sides of the street has become a huge coffin, rooted straight to the ground, towering into the sky.The cold wind blew across the desolate streets, the stations, supermarkets and schools were empty, garbage and plastic bags were chasing and swirling in the dust, and were trampled by zombies.

The SUV passed through the complex, and in the side view mirror, the bushes on the fence suddenly moved unnoticed.

"Following," Abar said.

This time the female Alpha also noticed the movement, and couldn't help becoming alert: "Could it be that there are many people?"

She turned her head and looked at her officer. On the back seat, Romuel finally stopped wiping the dagger in his hand: "There is only one."

He didn't look up, and said indifferently: "Drive slowly, set a card ahead, and see who it is."

·

The heart was beating rapidly and irregularly in the chest cavity, and Si Nan was panting, feeling cold sweat flowing down his temples, if this continued, he would soon be dehydrated.

Do you want to give up?

Or find a way to go around to the car, take a gamble and call for help directly?

Sinan's strong guard instinct made him less inclined to the latter, but he had been chasing him for a long time, and he didn't want to give up because of the huge amount of energy he had consumed.When I was in a dilemma, the SUV in front suddenly turned and turned from the street into a long alley full of bungalows.

There is a play.

Sinan ran up two steps, jumped from the fence to the top of the tree, and then jumped onto the roof with his strength, and quickly shuttled across the roofs of the stretches of bungalows. Like a light and agile cat, he stopped silently at the end of the eaves .

I saw the SUV parked in front of a private house. The driver got out of the car and opened the trunk, moved half a box of mineral water, and walked to the private house. It seemed that this was their temporary stronghold.

Si Nan lay on the eaves, and when he saw the contents of the trunk from top to bottom, he was stunned for a moment—a lot of supplies!

Boxes of compressed biscuits and canned meat, dehydrated fruits and vegetables, high-protein foods, various energy drinks, warm clothing and blankets, fire and power generation equipment...

Sinan swallowed his saliva, carefully observed the surrounding environment, quickly designed the action and retreat route, and said silently: I will secretly take a can.

Just one, enough to last me till I reach the suburban heliport alive.

After making up his mind, Sinan jumped down from the eaves quietly, like an alert and cautious snow leopard, without making a sound when it landed, then he came to the trunk and stretched out his hand to the can of luncheon meat.

——At this moment, his nerves tensed up, and he suddenly turned his head.

The tip of the knife brushed across his cheek!

Si Nan turned around sharply, and was stunned when he saw the face of the attacker: the other party was a strong Caucasian female Alpha with a pretty face.

But for some reason, the moment he caught a glimpse of this female Alpha, an alarm bell suddenly rang in his mind, and a very ominous feeling mixed with disgust rose from the bottom of his heart, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

The female Alpha was also stunned, and subconsciously asked in English: "You, why are you..."

During the one-thousandth of a second she was in a daze, Sinan pulled away decisively, not even wanting the canned food that was almost in hand, and retreated a few meters away.

"Stop!" The female Alpha yelled, and the huge driver from before rushed out of the house, raised his gun and shot!

Sinan said angrily: "I just want to beg for something to eat!" Before he could say anything, he rolled on the spot, dodging rows of bullets, only to hear the female Alpha yell at the driver, and then the two chased after him at the same time.

Normally, even if the opponent had a gun, Sinan would not be too afraid of the joint attack of the two Alphas.But he is in an extremely bad state now, and the exhaustion caused by the fever and lack of water is rapidly eating away at his body. It is not worth risking his life for a little food when the opponent is obviously going to kill him.

Sinan swung his arm to block the driver's kick from Ling Kongfei, and was instantly pushed back a few steps by a huge force, bending over like a weeping willow to avoid the dagger thrown by the female Alpha.The blade swirled and nailed heavily into the wall. Sinan turned sideways again to avoid the heavy blow from the driver Li Kekaishan, pulled out the dagger, and jumped onto the wall.

The female Alpha yelled something in English, and Sinan understood it in an instant, and she said, "—Change the anesthesia bomb!"

Si Nan's eyebrows twitched, and the moment he landed on the wall, he bowed and jumped again, grabbing the eaves, only to feel numbness in his ankles.

The anesthetic needle was rubbed against his skin.

Oh shit!Si Nan cursed inwardly, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, kept awake through the pain while the paralysis struck, and walked a few steps unsteadily along the eaves, suddenly found that there was a person lying in ambush in front of him!

It was a Caucasian, male, about 30 years old, who was slowly standing up from the roof tiles.

Sinan had no time to distract himself from thinking about why the other party looked so weird and moved so slowly, as if he was confirming a dream that was about to shatter at the touch of a button.Now he just wants to escape from these Alphas as soon as possible, and would rather go back to the zombie crowd and find a small supermarket or something. Even if he picks up some broken rice to eat, he will never get close to these people again.

"...Noah," Romuel called out in a low voice.

After Sinan rushed to the eaves, Romuel dodged to stop him. The moment the two intersected, Sinan teleported in place. Romuel didn't even see his movements clearly, and felt the breeze slipping past his arms.

——This speed can be described as brisk, Romuel thought.

I don't know how many times I have seen it, the familiar lightness.

Romuel's eyes narrowed, and he swept his legs like a thunderbolt. When Sinan couldn't dodge and could only dodge the move, he stretched out his hand at the same time, and he was about to hook his hand and grab him by the neck——

However, at the same moment, Sinan grabbed Romuel's arm with a snap as if with divine help, and spun around to cling to him.

Romuel instantly realized what he was going to do, and paused subtly.

In the next second, the blade pressed against his throat, and Sinan hid himself behind him, facing the female Alpha and the driver who were chasing up, he shouted, "Stop!"

The two stopped their feet at the same time, and Romuel looked at each other, and the air became tense.

Romuel shook his head very slightly, stopping two of his men from coming forward: "Noah."

"..." Sinan held the knife with his right hand behind his back, pressing against Romuel's throat, forcing him to step back with him, "Who are you?"

"You can't run," said Romuel.

Sinan repeatedly closed and opened his eyes, trying to keep himself awake in the increasingly severe dizziness, but he didn't hear the extremely complicated and indescribable meaning in those simple words.

"You can't run away." Romuel repeated again, this time the tone seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was making some kind of oath to himself.

Sinan's blade was pressed against his throat, and he said hoarsely, "Shut up! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Romuel said, "You have a high temperature...you have a fever."

The roof tiles suddenly shattered, Sinan's feet sprained, and the calf rubbed by the anesthesia needle was finally completely numb. He could barely support the weight of his body, causing him to stagger in extreme dizziness.

I just want to steal a can to eat... he thought vaguely.

It seems that such things as petty theft really cannot be done.

Sinan loosened his grip on Romuel slightly, as if he wanted to use up his last bit of strength to escape alone.However, he overestimated his resistance to anesthetics. A few seconds later, he staggered to his knees, and before his knees touched the ground, he was surrounded by a pair of hands stretched out from the side.

"..." Sinan murmured a curse, but he couldn't make out what he was cursing, and then his body sank.

Under the effect of the potion, he finally fell into a deep sleep without hunger, regret and disappointment for a short time.

·

"Systolic blood pressure 79, diastolic blood pressure 39, body temperature [-] degrees five."

"Give a shot of nutrition."

The door of the one-story house was opened, and the cold draft in the afternoon roared in.The female Alpha and the driver looked up, only to see Romuel stepping into the threshold and gesticulating expressionlessly.

That's what it means to tell them to go out.

The two subordinates stood up tacitly and left.

The door was closed again, and Romuel walked to the bed, condescendingly looking down at his caught prey.

The north-facing dwellings are originally backlit, and in the gloomy and snowy winter, they are even darker and more humid.The bed was very narrow and low, and the prey should not feel very comfortable. Romuel's eyes fell on the center of his brow, where there were indeed slight wrinkles, as if he still had a lot of dissatisfaction in his lethargy.

But when he was lying on his side unconsciously, his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of extremely soft and ethereal light, which made the simple and messy bungalow and the narrow and old window lattices look extraordinarily charming.

This isn't the first time Romuel has felt this way.He breathed a sigh of relief, finally sat down on the edge of the bed, looked down at the familiar face in front of him carefully, and reconfirmed where the faint light came from—it was too white.

It’s like a white and beautiful marble that has been polished and chiseled over and over again, and after the baptism of time and years, it is still as clean as new. In the increasingly vicissitudes and aging world around it, it still glows with a naive and harsh brilliance. .

why?He thought mockingly: This is obviously a monster.

His mother was a slut who fascinated his father after getting married and having children, and he was also a monster who was transformed from nature and went beyond ordinary human ethics.

Romuel slowly stretched out his hand, but without actually dropping it, he slid across Sinan's unconscious side cheek with a distance of one finger.

He still remembers that when he was very young, he used to sit in the garden full of anger and hatred, waiting for the car carrying "that woman" to pass by, and wanted to see what the face that his father had missed for so many years could grow into. appearance.He had already forgotten the specific facial features of that woman, but at the moment when he saw it with his own eyes, her thrilling charm and the distorted disgust that arose from it were deeply retained in his heart.

The kind of beauty that symbolizes ominous attraction and heralds a tragic fate.

It is exactly the same as the younger brother in name later.

At the beginning, he wanted to murder this weak and deceitful child more than once-in the gorgeous and decaying manor, it was actually very easy to achieve this goal.But one night, under the cover of his servants, he sneaked into Noah's bedroom, looked at his adopted brother, and was wondering whether to strangle him or strangle him, but suddenly felt that there seemed to be an invisible layer on him. halo.

Just like when warm water flows through white porcelain, it smudges out soft and subtle connotations.

It may be the fine flashes of the fountain in the garden, or it may be the illusion caused by the cold moonlight.

—a monster, he told himself.

He decided to strangle the little monster with his own hands.He put his hand on the man's thin neck, and Noah woke up with a start, struggling and screaming, clanging in the struggle; the housekeeper and servants were alarmed, and his father rushed to announce the end of the murder.

That's what happened when he was 11 and Noah was six.

Since then, he has never been able to get close to the defenseless Noah who is sleeping like today, because as long as he gets close to him, he will wake up.It seemed that the childish murder under the moonlit night many years ago had left a deep imprint in his subconscious, even in his sleep, it was enough to disturb his most sensitive nerves.

Romuel's fingers finally dropped down, passing over the ends of his closed eyelashes.

Those eyelashes are as thick as crow feathers, and the fingertips of people who are used to shooting guns will wear gun calluses, in fact, they can't feel such a slight touch at all.

But Romuel's breathing became a little tight, and he slowly bent down.

The two breathed less than two inches apart, and Si Nan suddenly opened his eyes.

Romuel paused, his eyes met for a few seconds, and he sat up with a slight smile: "Noah."

The effect of the anesthesia was still there, and Sinan's vision was sluggish for a while, and finally focused on Romuel's face little by little, and a clear and undisguised vigilance slowly appeared in his eyes: "You...are..."

"Do you still remember who I am?" Romuel looked at his expression, "Well, it seems that there are really sequelae."

Si Nan was in a trance, his high fever had not subsided, and his chest heaved uncomfortably.

"When I saw you lying here just now, I remembered the year when you first entered the secret base of the Florida military..." Romuel didn't seem to care whether the other party could understand, and he laughed shortly to himself: "At that time, I had been at the base for several years. One night, on a whim, I went to take a look in your room while inspecting the dormitory."

"You slept very peacefully, and even snored a little bit. But when I approached your bed, before you could stand still, you woke up suddenly, as if you were guarding against me sneaking in at any time, which would be bad for you of."

"..." Sinan managed to make a sound through his dry throat: "I don't know...what are you talking about..."

"It doesn't matter." Romuel said, "It's been so many years anyway, I just want to tell you. I didn't intend to murder you that night."

He seemed to be smiling amusedly, but the friendly expression of this normal person, on his handsome face, made Si Nan feel a pinprick of disgust for no reason.

He unconsciously squeezed into the bed, his protruding wrist bones caught in the handcuffs.

Romuel didn't care about this action.

Romuel picked up a jar of maple syrup on the bedside, slowly opened the bottle cap, and scooped out a spoonful of golden sweet syrup under Si Nan's sudden gaze: "Do you know why you are sick?"

"..."

"Because there is not enough sugar. Your modified body needs a lot of sugar, otherwise it will weaken quickly, and the cardiopulmonary metabolism and respiratory function will be affected. In severe cases, you may even die."

"It doesn't matter whether you are hiding alone or with someone during this time," Romuel showed a mocking smile: "The other party obviously didn't give you the most basic care."

Si Nan said hoarsely: "...they will come back to find me."

Romuel seemed to have heard some joke: "Oh? Come back to the city center with millions of zombies wandering around to find you?"

Sinan seemed to have been stabbed severely, and stopped talking.

Romuel put down the maple syrup jar, held the sweet-smelling spoon firmly in his right hand, and gently stroked Simon's forehead with his left thumb: "Noah."

Simon didn't say anything.

"Kiss me once. Just once. Just like you kissed that special soldier named Zhou back then." Romuel seduced with an even gentle voice: "This whole jar is yours, okay?"

A little surprise flashed across Sinan's eyebrows, as if he had heard something that made him feel very confused - but then he glanced at Romuel, with disgust clearly written in his eyes, and pursed his thin lips that were cracked due to thirst, He suddenly turned his face away, facing the inner wall directly, and closed his eyes.

There is simply no trace of sloppy decisiveness.

Romuel seemed to have expected it a long time ago. Not only did he not get angry, but his smile deepened: "Okay... very good."

He spilled the spoonful of maple syrup casually, dragged out a shiny silver suitcase with his backhand, opened it, took out the instrument and the coil, and tied the red and blue wires round and round to Sinan, who was restrained by handcuffs without any struggle. on the wrist.

Sinan seemed to feel something, opened his eyes suddenly, and moved his body up!

--Taser!

In an instant, the chaotic memories in the dream came flooding back, the hateful young man with blond hair and blue eyes in the laboratory overlapped with the face in front of him, they were the same person!

Romuel pressed Sinan's neck with one hand, pushed him back on the bed, looked down at his eyes that were bright because of hatred, and asked, "Where's the freezer you took with you after the plane crashed?"

Si Nan didn't know what he was talking about, and pursed the corners of his lips tightly.

"Where's the stuff?"

Still no answer.

"I should have known..." Romuel nodded slowly, and took a self-deprecating breath: "Tenderness really doesn't suit you."

As soon as the words fell, he gritted his teeth and decisively pressed the electric shock device.