Desperate Game Cat Hunter

I didn’t bring a backpack or anything like that with me, so I took one from the owner’s room of the pharmacy, and put the selected boxes of painkillers and antipyretics in it, leaving the rest of the space for morphine.

It was dark when I walked out of the house with my bag on my back.It started to snow, not very big, and the snowflakes were very thin.From time to time, there were several gunshots in the corner of the town.

The difference between the hunter and the hunted.

I suddenly didn't want to go out much.I wasn't in the mood for a woman, and I didn't really want to join the ranks of the Holocaust.It's just because the massacre will consume my physical strength and waste my bullets, and there will be a bloody smell on my body for at least a few hours after the killing.

Yes, the reasons for not wanting to go out have nothing to do with words like kindness or kindness.

I retreated into the room again, dragged the body out, bolted the door tight again, and lit the fire.Incredibly warm.Once a person warms up, there will always be many other very subtle feelings, such as memories.

I forced myself to terminate it though.I took out two antipyretics, there was no water, and I didn't really want to find them, so I just swallowed them dryly.Then, ignoring the large pool of blood next to him, he fell asleep holding the owner's blanket and warming it by the fire.

When it was dawn, I was awakened by the sound of the door being kicked open.I lazily got out of the blanket and looked at the people coming in outside the house.But even so, he subconsciously released the safety of the gun.

"You are indeed here." It was Carrie's voice.

Hearing his voice made me relax, and watching him walk in, I noticed that there were snow flakes on his boots, and it seemed that the snow was not shallow, "What do you want me to do?"

"Maybe it's something to do," he said vaguely, "Evie is performing a massacre."

So what's the matter looking for me?I would love to know, but I chose not to ask.

I picked up my backpack and walked out of the room with him.From beginning to end, there was no mention of what Rost did last night.Because that makes no sense.

Kerry led me through the passages that looked ancient, as if he knew this place very well.

No new people appeared along the whole road, neither our people nor the people in the town.It was unbelievably quiet, not even a bird chirping, just the "creaking" sound of my and Kerry's boots on the snow on the ground.

I almost doubt that this village has been slaughtered.But I don't think they'll do it in one night.If there is no specific reason, they always like to torture their prey slowly.

After walking for about five or six minutes, I finally heard a human voice, which was a scream.Howled terribly, as if something was pulling his voice out desperately.

I think we're getting close to Evie's Carnage Paradise.

When I got closer, I was a little surprised.Because I recognized that the owner of that voice seemed to be a woman.

As I described just now, the sound is not beautiful.I think Evie found a new use for women after venting all night.To be honest, I don't really want to get any closer.I always feel like witnessing these things prepares me mentally for my future.That feeling is not very good.

Kerry, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and urged me.He said hurry up.

All right.The weak can only submit to the strong.I can't fight them.So I followed Kerry's pace.

We came to a house.It was a big house, and had a fairly small courtyard, filled with some kind of flowers, which I couldn't make out as it was winter, because they were just dead branches.

Al, Rost, Evie are all here.Evie is cutting off a woman's ear, alive.The high-decibel screams made my ears numb.The snow in the courtyard was dirty, mixed with blood and dirt.

"You guys are back," Al seemed overjoyed to see us. "Do you have any cigarettes on you?"

"No." I used to smoke cigarettes, but after the zombie outbreak, I don't have such leisure time.Quit without knowing it.

Al turned his head to look at Kerry with a pitiful expression, like a big dog.Although we all know he is a wolf.

Kerry shrugged. "Smoking is bad for your health, you know that."

Al was desperate, "Oh, you guys are going to kill me—"

I glanced at the woman over there who was still screaming and crying.Al must not have considered her feelings when he said that.But then again, I don't think that woman has the mental strength to listen to our conversation.

I looked at everyone standing here so leisurely, and felt puzzled.No one seemed worried about anyone still alive in town.

Yiwei has already taken out a nail gun that he dug out from somewhere. I think it should be a factory in the town. This thing is very convenient for helping nails.

Then I saw him use this tool to drive nails into the woman's back one by one...

My scalp is a little tingly.In a daze, I began to feel my cold fingertips start to heat up again, just like the feeling when I reached into the man's "open" abdomen to take out the internal organs.

"Don't worry about the rest of the town?" I tried to divert my attention.And I also hope to find a proper reason to leave here, "I can clean up."

"No need," said Al, who didn't look very energetic. To him, smoke was more important than food and clean water. "Let them go."

I knew right away what Al meant, and it didn't really matter whether those people ran away or challenged us with primitive tools.

But the main reason Al left them alone was that he had no energy at all right now.

"Maybe there will be tobacco in the shops in the town." Kerry couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded aloud.

"No, not at all," Al's voice became a little more desperate, "I went to see it last night. There are so few things in the store. There is no cigarette of the brand I want at all."

"Okay, then I want to ask a specific question, can we go somewhere else?" Kerry couldn't help but dig his ears, "My ears are going deaf."

Kerry was talking about the woman's cry.I simply admire her physical and mental strength, and she can still scream so loudly at this time.I was delighted with Kerry's offer, he offered a reason to leave this slaughterhouse.

Yiwei is still immersed in the ocean of his own happiness, and I can see that the woman's back that was originally clean is now dripping with blood.

Al suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand, I was startled, subconsciously looked back at him vigilantly.

"I can't live without cigarettes. Kitty and I will go back to the car to get cigarettes. You can stay here until you are happy."

Like a whim decision.

"You wouldn't run away with the kitten in the supply truck, Al?" Rost asked suddenly.Whether it was a joke or not, it was like a question when it came out of his mouth.

"Maybe," Al said with a noncommittal smile, "so you'd better come back early." Then he grabbed my hand and walked out of the courtyard together.

After walking out the door, Al let go of the hand that was holding me.I follow his steps, I don't remember the way.The roads in this small town are twists and turns. I am a person who doesn't remember the road, so I can only choose to follow him.

This time we didn't take the underground passage.I'm sure even Al didn't want to experience crawling down that dark, narrow passage a second time.

The town's closed doors are now wide open.The townspeople who knew of the disaster had fled.Al and I swaggered out of that gate.It didn't feel bad, but it didn't feel great either.

I remembered that a few days ago, this town flatly and decisively rejected us, but now we plunder and come and go easily.

What an irony.

Al walked quickly in front, and I gradually opened up a little distance from him, not too far away.

The weather was very cold, and it was hard to step on, and the muddy soil under the snow should have frozen.If you are not careful, you will fall.

We should have had to run away first to get back the shotgun that was left in the hole.But it looks like Al's smoking craving is going strong.I looked at the direction he was going, and I thought he had no intention of getting a gun.

Almost like a drug addict, I wonder if there are other ingredients added to the burnt cigarettes in his hand.

After walking for a short time, we need to climb up a slope. We didn't pay much attention when we came down last time. Now it looks really steep.And this climb is much more difficult than the last one - the ground is frozen, and the soft snow will make you miscalculate.Maybe what you think you are stepping on is a solid field, but it is actually just a clump of dead grass covered with snow.

Al didn't even feel emotional, and started to climb directly.

Well, my doubts about whether his tobacco has any special ingredients deepened a little bit.

I tightened my backpack carrying the medicine and started to climb up with him.Hands hurt from the cold, and almost no one wears gloves because of the need to shoot.I regret it now, I should have picked up a pair at those townspeople's homes, at least for this occasion it was very effective.

"Hey, do you need my help kitty?" I heard Al's playful voice, a little far away.Unconsciously, I looked up and found that he had reached the finish line and was sitting on the snow above me, looking down at me.

And I just climbed half the distance.

It was inevitable, I only had one hand to use.And the hand is still hurt.

Just as I was about to turn my gaze back to the surface I was climbing, I suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with Al.

Not far from him, in the thick grass covered with snow, I seemed to see something move.

I opened my eyes wide to identify.Al seemed to be aware of my abnormality, and turned his head to look at the grass following my line of sight.

Just in an instant.

The moment Al turned his head to look at it, a wild wolf rushed out from the grass at an unimaginably fast speed.

"Be careful!!" It was purely subconscious, even though I knew it was too late when I said the reminder.Moreover, I have no need to remind him.

Al made a decisive decision and jumped down from the hillside.Then rolled down the hill.

I just watched his body roll down, but I couldn't escape at all.

Get hit by him, lose your balance and roll with him.

The world was spinning, and the fear in my heart was born, but there was no way to solve it.You can't even count on being able to reach out and grab something, and the extreme scrolling might break your outstretched hand.

"Hmm..." I rolled to the bottom, hit something that looked like a rock and stopped.The place where it was hit was instantly painful.

Then Al's body hit me again, and I was caught between him and the rock, and I felt pain on both sides.He let out a muffled "huh" again.

Al climbed up from me, patted the snow on his body, his expression was still careless, he smiled, and sighed that it was really dangerous.

But I could only lie on the ground and curl up in a ball covering the place where I hit the stone.

The wild wolf has not left yet, it stands on the commanding heights, looking at us, looking at the prey he just escaped.Its gray and white fur allows it to hide itself well in the snow.It looked at us reluctantly, as if hesitating whether to rush down and bite our flesh.

Al suddenly asked me, kitten, do you still have bullets in your gun?

I didn't answer.I couldn't speak because of the pain.

He asked again and still didn't get a response before he turned his gaze to me. He had been staring at the wolf just now.And it doesn't look like anyone is going to back down.

It was only when he saw me lying on the ground that he finally realized something, "Oh, sorry." His apology never appeared in the tone that an apology should appear, and it was always loose and insincere.

He knelt down and took out his pistol from my waist, and told me to borrow it.

I think his gun is out of bullets.Last night was a carnival night.

Raise your hand to aim, and shoot.Natural and skilled.It didn't bother him even though we had different guns.

But it missed the target.The wolf ran away after the gunshot.Our view is obstructed, and it disappears from view almost immediately.

Al seemed a little upset about not hitting it, and cursed something in a low voice.Then he looked back at me, we looked at each other for three seconds, he squatted down, and put the gun back to its original place, "You don't look very good."

"I thought it was obvious that I looked like this." I replied through gritted teeth.

He took my hand away from my chest, and then unzipped my coat, unzipping my coat.Pressed my ribs through the sweater.The strength is not like a check at all, more like wanting to destroy.

"It's a pity, they're fine," Al said, retracting his hand. "Looks like you've got a lot to do with the coat."

The cushioning of the jacket kept me from cracking my ribs.