Desperate Game Cat Hunter

It was so noisy outside that I couldn't hear the sound of the man when he landed.But I can feel his warmth—his blood spattered the back of my hand just now.

I can't blame me for this, the threatening and provocative look in his eyes just now is really annoying.

"You'd better go down and deal with them completely, or they will fall into a desperate frenzy later, but they will smash the glass of the car window with something, such as a huge stone. It may be more troublesome at that time." Al suddenly said , he did not fall asleep.

I don't want to go down.It's cold and chaotic outside.But Al rarely seemed to agree with me—he didn't want to go down either.But obviously, my wishes have never been considered.

"It's your turn this time, lend me your pistol." I said to Al.

I forgot to get the bullets for refills when I got my gun back.But I believe Al's gun is absolutely full by now.

Then I heard Al fumble around under the covers and throw something over.I reached out to catch it, and it turned out to be his M1911.

I first took out a couple of men trying to climb through the car window with a knife.Then stick your head out the car window to shoot.

I don't want to open the door, and I will be completely exposed to their control when I get out of the car.If there are too many of them, it is definitely me who is subdued, even if I have a gun.

Fortunately, it seems that there are fewer people than I thought, a lot less, about ten people.I aimed my gun at the men first, because usually they are the most threatening.

After a series of people died under my hands, those people began to flee.

It's a good sign.I was still thinking about what to do when the bullets in the gun ran out.

I casually put the gun on the table beside me, and didn't intend to return it to Al by myself.

After the scotch tape was torn, the cold wind kept pouring in.I can't help feeling cold all over.I rummaged through the roll of scotch tape from memory and used it to seal the window again.I think tomorrow we'll need to find some material to seal it off completely.

The car fell into silence again.I dare not fall asleep again, for fear that the group of people will turn back and we will not know.Force yourself to keep your eyes open until dawn.

This is not an easy task.And when you did that and found that all the precautions were superfluous, they didn't turn around and come back.You will feel slightly annoyed.

When it was fully light, Al got up from his bed and stretched.Looking natural and relaxed, he smiled at me and said, "Morning ~ Kitty ~"

At one point I was tempted to jokingly reply "Morning~mama cat~" but it was obvious to me that this was a bad idea, so I held back.I just nodded.

The snow is still falling outside, how unbelievable.I think the snow should have been thick to a certain extent.Because last night I heard the sound of snow breaking branches, first the crisp sound of branches breaking, and then the sound of piles of snow hitting the ground.

I'm so sleepy right now.Without saying hello to Al, I went back to my "bed" on the floor of the car and curled up in it.I desperately need sleep right now.I've been watching all night, and it should be Al's turn next. At least on the surface, I'm still one of them, and everyone should be equal.

The bed was always reassuring and I was tired so I fell asleep quickly.

I began to dream vaguely.I dream of many, many things, but they are all fleeting, and I can't grasp them.

The picture was finally fixed on the woman. In a playground, she was pulling a little boy with a face exactly like mine.The two chatted while walking, the boy was holding an ice cream in his hand, I heard him happily talking about what happened at school today.The woman listened quietly, with a gentle smile on her face.

I have never seen such a scene in my memory.What I remember more is that the woman picked me out in the streets, bars or other messy places, and then began to reprimand and scold me non-stop.I have never seen her so gentle.

Then the dream began to gradually change, as if fading, slowly turning gray, the woman's face was full of blood loss, gray, pale, and then rotted, and the damaged skin began to ooze yellow liquid.But she was still leading the boy forward, smiling softly.

I suddenly and inexplicably started to feel angry.

I know this emotion is a bit like a child full of jealousy.But I just felt that my heart was full, as if it was about to overflow.

At this moment, a loud noise pulled me out of my dream.

I opened my eyes and saw that Al was holding up the little table that Carrie used to sit on, fiddling with little parts I didn't recognize.Small parts scattered all over the place.The sound just now should have been made by Al knocking over the table.

I rubbed my forehead because I had a bad headache, like a hangover.Dreaming means that the quality of sleep is reduced. Now I feel uncomfortable and wrong in every part of my body, but I can't tell exactly what is wrong.

I looked at the sky, the snow was still falling, and it was impossible to judge how long I had slept based on the sky.

"Haven't they come back yet?" I asked.

"No," Al squatted on the ground, stuffing the cigarette from his fingertips into his mouth, and picked up the scattered parts with his other hand.

Al turned his head to look at me, and suddenly bit his cigarette holder and smiled mischievously, "I think you have a fever, kitten."

I have no idea because the temperature of my whole body is the same.Even if I put my hand on my forehead I can't feel anything.But since Al can just look at me and judge like this, I think my complexion should not be very good.

Luckily I had brought some antipyretics from there.I got up and took out the antipyretics and swallowed a few.Then I realized I had to read the manual.

I turned the pill box over and looked at it carefully.Only then did I find out that this antipyretic is for colds, and I'm not sure if it will work.Forget it, it's better to have medicine than no medicine.

I can't sleep anymore, if I always dream, I will only sleep more and more tired if I sleep like this.

I crawled out of the quilt.Subconsciously, I checked whether my weapon was still on me.That's great, they're still where they were.

I looked at the heavy snow outside, and estimated that they would not come back today.

After picking up the small parts, Al came over and sat down next to me, with a friendly but creepy smile on his face, he said, "Do you need my help?"

I asked back, "What?"

"Amputation."

Crisp and neat.There was no hint of euphemism, no sense of guilt or apology that the arm was lost because of them.

This is really in stark contrast to his sunny smile now.

"Although I don't really want to be nosy, but I have to say that I can already smell the rotten smell of your left arm." Al explained, "It doesn't smell very good."

I know what my left arm looks like now.He didn't exaggerate to scare me.

To be able to get infected so quickly in winter, I have to say I'm really unlucky.Although it is very likely to have a lot to do with the decline in immunity.

"I can help you," Al looked expectant, "but I'm not responsible for stopping the bleeding."

"I refuse." I replied equally crisply and neatly.No room for negotiation was left.

"Okay, okay," he didn't insist, but gave up, "Then promise me, if there is a need, I hope you will find me instead of Yiwei."

Evie?What a strange logic.Why do you need the two of them for this kind of thing.I don't want to die so tragically, unless I'm crazy.

He didn't notice my mocking eyes, but turned around and pulled a can from the sofa not far away and handed it to me. I took it and opened it and ate it.Then the two of us started hanging out in the car together.

You have to admit that waiting is a boring and empty thing.

As time went on, I noticed that Al seemed to be getting irritable.Not obvious, just noticed that he was smoking non-stop.Even though he was usually addicted to cigarettes, he didn't reach this point. He smoked cigarettes one after another, and each cigarette disappeared very quickly.

The smell in the car started to get worse.I have a mild respiratory ailment, so this air was already bothering me.As Al continued to smoke, I started to feel my throat tickle and my breathing began to constrict.It's like feeling like you can't breathe.

I frowned, and even then I wasn't going to remind him to stop smoking.Because I know it's meaningless, even my father couldn't quit smoking for me because of this, let alone this man.

After a while again, I just couldn't stand it anymore.I felt like I was suffocating, I couldn't breathe at all.So I got up, and I was going to say hello and go outside.Although it is cold, I think it should be much better than here, and I can choose to stay in the passenger seat of the truck.

Just as I was planning this, Al suddenly stood up before me and said to me,

"Do you want to go to the supply cart?"

"........."

"I suddenly thought it would be a good idea to leave in a supply vehicle." He smiled as he said this, as if thinking of something interesting.

I couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all, so I could only express my surprise with an "ah".

"I'm going crazy if I stay like this," Al stated. "I hate waiting for nothing."

I think he probably waited for something, and left a bad memory.He was so obviously irritable that it was not normal to be so irritable just because of this.

Of course, this could also be an impromptu performance on his part.You know, he's a good fake and a prankster.Maybe he just wanted to test me, although I don't know exactly what he was trying to test.

"..." I thought about my words to avoid his topic, "I don't think... this joke is funny at all."

"There are two choices now, Kitty," Al looked at me, blinking his right eye.I noticed his expression.Although he was smiling, I could feel that he was serious. "There are two obvious choices, leave with me, or stay here and wait for them to come back."

I didn't speak.I don't know what the right choice is, after all none of them have good intentions.I could die for a variety of reasons, and the two scenarios don't seem to make much difference to me.

"Don't think too much," Al looked at my silence and suddenly laughed, ramblingly, "This is not a betrayal, we are just one step ahead, they will catch up. I mean, if we are If you leave in a supply truck."

The materials are now shared property, and if we take them away, they will definitely catch up.The traces of mud left by cars on such a muddy road, and the marks left by their own wheels on the snow, these will definitely leave traces for their tracking.

However, the problem is that I don't think they will think that we just set off first when they catch up.

He is still waiting for my answer.The air suddenly became silent.

"Okay," I tried to take a deep breath, and now I feel like I'm going to suffocate at any moment, "The most I need now is to get out of this car. The air in it is really bad."

Al understood what I meant, and I chose to go with him.Then he laughed, put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath, then spit out the smoke and sprayed it on my face, "As for the air, I don't think the new environment will change much."

Yes, as long as he is there, the air will not be too good.I have fully realized and experienced it.

But this is much better than losing your life.Al likes to tease his prey slowly, just like a cat full of mischief.This means that I can live longer, in other words, I will have more time for me to think about how to save my life.

But Yiwei and the others are not so safe.Evie and Rost want me dead, and I don't think Kerry will protect me when they offer to kill me, even though he seems to be benevolent.

I was the first to escape the enclosed space and go outside to get some fresh air.But I didn't stay for too long. Staying in the snow requires the ability to withstand freezing.So I quickly got into the van and sat in the passenger seat.

Al struggled in the back for a long time before he came out, and when he came out, I saw him plundering the food in the car.He brought all kinds of food, canned food, biscuits, instant noodles, and even chewing gum.

Well, I'm sure it won't be peaceful when I meet them again, this is not the act of a pioneer.

Al, who got in the car, noticed the look in my eyes on the pile of food, he raised his eyebrows, and smiled while lighting up,

"It's just so they can find us as soon as possible," he said after a short pause, and then added as if telling a bad joke, "At least I left them water."