Desperate Game Cat Hunter

I am noncommittal.Out of humanitarianism—well, if there is such a thing as humanitarianism in the world.So out of humanitarianism, I hope Kerry and the others will remember to bring some food and water when they come out of the town to revel.

The car started.I could feel the rapidly rolling wheels splashing mud and falling back to the ground.Then the car turned around at this place and went back in the direction we came from.

The scenery outside the car is speeding by.Al never drives steadily.This is not a technical problem, the problem is that Al is a person who likes speed and danger.

We left this place and looked at the past again, and the smoke we saw at the beginning was gone.Now it seems to have returned to its original state, full of jungle and wilderness.There is only one lonely highway that proves that civilization has existed here.

I thought of that small town, where the villagers saved themselves from the tide of zombies because of their own isolation.They must have never thought that they died at the hands of human beings in the end.

How ironic.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help pulling a mocking smile from the corner of my mouth.

I said to myself, look, not everyone is as lucky as you.Most people are helpless when death comes.I am lucky.

"What are you laughing at?" Al asked suddenly.

I didn't answer.He didn't follow up.I don't think he particularly wanted to know what I was thinking or laughing at, it was just a habit of human curiosity.

Soon we were back on the road we started with, covered in snow.Since there is no other traffic on the road right now, it's just snow, which is lucky.On the contrary, if there is a lot of traffic passing by, let the snow melt, and then pass through the temperature last night, then there will be a layer of ice on the road now, and it will be troublesome to drive like that.Especially for Al's current speed, it would be a disaster.

The vehicle was speeding, but I could clearly feel Al's anxiety disappearing.Because of his aura, he relaxed and hid all his nature.

After a bit of driving I opened the window and stuck my head out to get some fresh air into my lungs, even though it was cold and I could have been fined.It doesn't matter, because now there are no so-called traffic laws to obey.All laws and institutions were destroyed.Humans built them and then destroyed them.

The cold air made my throat a lot more comfortable.I couldn't help but look sideways at Al, as you expected, he was still smoking a cigarette, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his entire profile looked like an illusion that made people feel very comfortable—I think he I'm in a good mood now.

"How old are you?" After I said it, I suddenly realized that this sentence was not appropriate. On the one hand, I should not ask such personal questions. On the other hand, the statement [How old are you] sounds like a ask a child.

However, Al didn't seem to care about this. He reached out and took the tobacco from his mouth and sandwiched it between his index and middle fingers. Then, still holding the steering wheel, he replied in a very relaxed tone, "Close the windows, I'll tell you .”

"No, I refuse." I stare at the tobacco cap on his finger.

He gave a soft "tsk", which sounded a bit helpless.Then raised his hand and threw the tobacco out of the car window, and replied, "32."

…………

I don't know which side to be surprised first?Did he throw away his cigarette or did he tell me his age so simply.

"Okay kitten, close the windows." His tone seemed to be complaining.

I raise the window.With just such a small change, the temperature in the car seems to be different immediately.It is undeniable that the cold wind just now really hurt my face.

"Aren't you going to comment on my age?" Al said jokingly. This tone made me somewhat uncomfortable. It sounded a bit like accosting a woman in a nightclub.

"Very good age." I replied bluntly, "Although, your face looks a little more vicissitudes."

Al smiled.It was as if he was amused by what I just said.Then the car was quiet again.

We drove all day and stopped to rest in the evening.Basically nothing along the way.A boring ride, but a little more fun than waiting around.

Al isn't in the car now, he's out hunting.According to him, he had had enough of those cookies and tins.Those days outside of town opened new doors for him.

And it was at that time that I met the mother and son.

I didn't even notice where they came from, I just knew they were beside the car when I realized it.Like the group of fugitives, they slapped our car, begging for mercy.

I don't care about them at all.Because my left arm hurts.Thanks to Al, the pain in his shoulder, which was not so painful, is now excruciatingly painful.

But they persevered.The constant beating and begging made me uncontrollably irritable.But they weren't as brutal as yesterday's group, at least they didn't try to climb in through my open car window, although that's probably because they couldn't.

These are two women, one in her 30s and the other looking only four or five years old.They are all pale and thin. At first glance you would suspect that they are zombies, but their flexible movements tell you that they are not.

It is not easy for women and children to live to this day.When the legal system is lost, they are absolutely weak.So I guess they're in luck.

They were still beating on the car and I had to poke my head out and tell them there was no good in telling them to leave.To intimidate them, I even told them about Al's use of human flesh as food reserves.

But it has little effect. The more gentlemanly and polite you are in this situation, the more they think there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Please, please." The woman looked up at me, weeping, hesitant and helpless, "For God's sake, we're starving to death."

I suddenly thought of the lie Al told in front of the small town wall, and the fit was horrific.

For a moment I felt a little funny, for no reason.Al is also good at reading people's hearts.You see, the people he pretends to be helpless and desperate for help say exactly the same things these weaklings say.

"This child is only six years old," the woman looked down at the child, who I thought was her daughter, "she shouldn't have left this world so early."

She gently stroked the child's hair with her hands, tears welling up, and it took a long time before she looked up at me again, looking straight into my eyes, as if she wanted to convince me with the desire to survive in her eyes.

Very touching, probably.After all, the relationship between close relatives is deeper than all the relationships in this world.In comparison, love is nothing worth mentioning. Countless parents can die for their children without hesitation.But countless couples can remarry after the death of one partner for a second life.

Having said that, I can't evoke the slightest sympathy or pity.I began to wonder if I had really lost my humanity to a point of numbness.

If so, should I be happy?Or should I be sad for the loss of a civilized person in this world?But what does it matter to me if there is one less person in this world?

We no longer have the right to call ourselves human beings.Kerry once said this.

I looked down at the woman crying.The girl looked up at me like her mother, and the moment I met her gaze, I suddenly felt that Al or Evie should be very interested in her.

Because she is really like a kitten, exquisite and timid, carefully erecting her cat ears to listen, as if a little wind and grass will scare her away.More importantly, she looks vulnerable.So fragile that people have a desire to destroy.

Such people will feel more pleasure when they torture and kill, and it is very happy to feel them begging for mercy and crying.

Inadvertently, I was surprised to find that I had understood and accepted the team's dark style of doing things.Just like my analysis of this little girl just now.

The woman was still begging, and she held out her hand, wanting me to put something to eat in her hand, and she said,

"Don't let her die, help us, even if it's just a piece of bread. Save this child..."

bread?

The woman suddenly appeared in my head. When she opened the door with a bag of bread, her expression was numb and pale. She squeezed the bread so tightly that the whole bag of bread was deformed.After she came in, she began to wander around the house aimlessly, as if looking for something.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a gunshot not far away.I guess it's Al, he should have caught the prey.

Even they paused for a few seconds from the sound of the gunshot, looking around in panic.

Al should be back soon.

I took one look at the girl who had huddled behind her mother at the gunfire.

I turned around and took out two cans from the pile of things that Al had brought down in the car.He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and threw it out the car window.I don't want to be a savior, I don't have the need to treat them well.

The woman rushed over to pick it up immediately, without saying "thank you" or other etiquette words.I think she should be full of those two things that can temporarily save her life now.

The girl ran after the woman, yelling "Mommy" - she even forgot to hold her own daughter while chasing the can.

I thought that was the end of it.They will be like those literary and artistic movies in the civilized era, where the mother and son leave each other holding cans.

But I still misjudged the ugliness of human nature.

The woman ran over to pick up the can and held it tightly in her arms.The girl rushed over and called her mother beside her, but she didn't agree.

It was silent for a while.Suddenly, as if she had figured something out, the woman got up and ran with two cans in her arms.

The girl tried to follow again, but couldn't keep up with her at all.

I think I know what she figured out in that brief moment.A very simple math problem.Two, vs. one, which is the big question.If she eats two cans by herself, she will last a long time.And a can, it will be much less.

Even though I never had any expectations of humanity, I still feel a little disgusted.I quickly opened the door and got out of the car, pulled out my pistol from the back waist, and aimed at...

At this moment, the child suddenly ran back desperately.I was a little surprised and forgot to shoot.All the while watching her run up to my feet, then grab my leg and shake me like it could throw me down, she yells for mommy to run.

I suddenly felt my heart hurt a bit.At this moment, the woman's heart, which was numb no matter how much she prayed, suddenly wavered.

Only for a moment, I felt the pity and sadness of this little child.

When the moment was over, I took aim again and fired.

"Mom—" the girl's voice was sad and sharp.Screaming and trying to run towards the woman who fell to the ground.

She didn't get close to her though, because I fired a second shot.The target of the shot was the girl.

She fell forward and fell into the snow.Before dying, she crawled two steps toward her mother, then lay on the ground, motionless.

I watched her blood slowly soak into the white snow, first dyeing the snow red and then melting it.I stopped there for about a minute, then turned around and got in the car, locking the door as if nothing had happened.

Maybe you don't believe it, but this is the kindness I bestowed on that girl.