Desperate Game Cat Hunter

Not long after that Al came back with a hare.Guess I don't have my share of the meat tonight, so I eat my biscuits consciously.

Apparently he had also noticed the two dead men on the ground.And he asked me, and the answer I gave was - two people who tried to grab supplies from me.Then I kill them.

Al raised his eyebrows and looked at me, and asked jokingly, "Two women, trying to grab supplies?"

He doesn't believe it.But I don't think there is a problem with this interpretation.In such a world, what can humans not do?

He stared at me for a moment with interest, as if he wanted to see what I was hiding.After a stalemate like this for a while, he looked away without asking further questions.

It's just killing two people, and it's not worth paying attention to.

During dinner, Al really enjoyed rabbit meat outside alone.He didn't call me, and I didn't intend to go in and get involved.I leaned on the co-pilot's seat and took a nap to rest my mind.

I guess how long it will take Yiwei and the others to catch up with us.But there is no clue, because no one knows how long they will be in that town.But it should not exceed three days at most. There is a time limit for a person to be interested in something.Moreover, most of the people in the town have escaped and started living in exile.

I didn't notice when Al got into the car.I'm pretty sure I wasn't asleep, not sure if he was moving too lightly or the car door was unlocked in the first place.Anyway, the sudden appearance of a person next to me startled me.

It's like in the middle of the night, when you are sleeping alone in bed, you suddenly hear the sound of breathing next to you.That sticky cold dread sticks to your spinal cord all at once.

Warm breath hit my face when I was unprepared, this man was still very close to the ground, he was checking to see if I was asleep.Of course, it is also possible that he is sniffing my left arm (the driving position in foreign countries is on the left, so you can smell the left arm from the driving position), which is like a scavenger.

I backed up suddenly in shock and hit my back against the car door.It made Al laugh happily.

The appearance just now was too ugly, and I became a little annoyed, "What are you doing?!"

Al's smile hadn't faded yet, and he replied while suppressing a smile to make his voice clear, "Just to confirm."

confirm?I don't quite understand what he means.

But he suddenly moved closer again and stared at me. This time his smile subsided, and his eyes scanned my eyes seriously and meticulously, "The kitten that was finally stolen, I want to make sure that I can get it before Yiwei and the others find it." hand."

At that moment I sensed his aggression.

And I finally knew the reason why he insisted on bringing me out of that small town.

But only for a moment, and then he blinked at me suddenly with his eyes staring at me, and all the aggression was hidden without a trace.But this playful gesture doesn't quite match his appearance.

I was just freaked out by him.I mean, after being startled by his sudden appearance, I was just startled by the look in his eyes.With that look in his eyes, even if he said that he was going to eat me alive just now, I would still believe it.

"Your left arm is rotten, kitten," he said, as if a friend had reminded him that his tie was loose.

It made me a little irritated, "I know! And you've told me that before!"

"I just want to remind you, there is no other meaning." Al withdrew his body and lay back on the driver's seat with a relaxed tone.

"If there is no other meaning, you better shut up!" I am now like a ridiculous frog who has been frightened and then keeps advocating himself to inflate himself.

He didn't respond to me, but closed his eyes, "If there is no problem, you will still keep watch tonight."

The topic changed so quickly.

"Why me?" I protested, and my irritability gave me a lot of courage, well, or it would be more appropriate to say that it was reckless, "I already guarded last night."

"Well, if you can drive tomorrow." Al didn't even open his eyes, he replied like this, his tone was still teasing.

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I have nothing to say, I can't drive.If my request to keep drivers up late is upheld, there is a good chance we will die in a car crash tomorrow after escaping apocalyptic disaster.

Al's eyes are closed, I'm not sure if he's asleep, but the sound of his breathing has gradually become regular and long.

As night fell, the outside gradually lost its original color, and the world was engulfed in blackness.I suddenly remembered the days before, that civilized society, even in the dark night, was not completely dark, there was always something to illuminate it—street lights all night, supermarkets with lights on 24 hours a day, or the occasional passerby Car with lights on.

I suddenly miss the days when there were lights.Of course, there are lights in the car that can be turned on, but I can't.Turning on the lights in the dark can easily lead to some accidents, and the target is too obvious.It's not safe.So I can only endure and think about it. This is the best I can do now.

I watched again all night, and nothing happened that night.Except the snow stopped.

This makes people a little annoyed, I don't know whether to be happy or something else.It's like when you memorized all the knowledge points for the test all night when you were a student, but the professor suddenly told you that the quiz was cancelled.

When Al woke up the next morning looking surprised that I still had my eyes open, I figured he thought I was going to fall asleep.I don't want to argue with him about this misunderstanding.I just slept peacefully with my arms around him after he started driving.

Didn't sleep well as the vehicle was a bit bumpy.I don't know how Al can make the car bump like this on the highway, and the car's engine is also loud, which makes it difficult for me to sleep deeply, and my consciousness can only wander in light sleep.

I started dreaming.Dreaming seems to become more frequent recently. I attribute it to my poor mental state, because it is always easy to be in a state of high tension.

This time it was not so much a dream as a memory replay.The whole process from the appearance of the mother and daughter to their death in my hands.From the tenderness of stroking the head at the beginning to the resolute decision to run away with the can in the end.

When I woke up, I was not feeling well.That girl hit me psychologically, and I'm pretty sure it was negative, and I don't need any kindness or touch right now.What I need is sanity.

If I had known this earlier, I should have killed them as soon as they appeared.Good for them and for me.He shot without hesitation, the moment he saw them.

"Who did you dream about?" Al suddenly said beside him, but his tone didn't seem to be curious, but more like a teasing prank.

I guess it's not a concern.He was just trying to pry into my heart, and I knew it.

I perfunctorily said that I was not dreaming and that I slept well.

Al let out a mocking laugh, "I heard some special terms."

I startled.He didn't look like he was lying.

But I never dreamed of anything special, so why did I call it out in my dream?

"You've become weak kitty," Al gloated. "People cry for their mothers only in childhood."

"Oh." I sneered back.

"Remember what I said to you when you joined?" Al asked in a cheerful voice that made him look like he was watching me.

"Which sentence? You said a lot." I asked back, and also asked with some sarcasm, "The sentence that made me forget what you did to me?"

"I hope you won't regret your choice that day," Al replied.

I don't remember if he said anything like that.Maybe he said it, I just didn't notice it at the time.

Bringing up old things again, I vaguely guessed what he wanted to say, but I refused to think deeply.

"Why should I regret it?" I tried to smile easily, and I was determined.

If I hadn't joined them, I'm afraid I would have been eaten by zombies by now.Just like what I saw that day, only the skull and bones were left after being chewed by them.

That decision has kept me alive until now, why should I regret it?

Al continued to laugh.He stopped talking, and there was silence between us.This reassures me a lot.

We are a group of people who have abandoned the past.But chatting is easy to expose a lot.Silence is the most witty and clearest way to get along, except for necessary conversations.

The car is still moving forward, we have no destination.From the very beginning when I joined them, it was like a group of violent homeless, wandering around as they please, while using violence to plunder the surrounding materials to keep themselves alive.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little bored, and I had a premonition that one day I would get bored and hate this kind of life.But I quickly put that thought to rest and told myself that this was a great way to live.

...in fact, just being alive is great.

I suddenly remembered something, and then I took the medicine out of my backpack.I have only taken the medicine once since I came out of that small town. It is incredible. It is hard to imagine that I have been working hard to survive. At this moment, I feel that I may not have any expectations for this poor life.

But I still opened the medicine and took the medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, antipyretic medicine, painkiller medicine, I took them all.Except for morphine, all the medicines in the bag have been used.

And I'm running out of anti-inflammatories.It may be gone in three or four days.

I subconsciously looked at my left arm - I was pretty sure it was useless, with no chance of recovery.And its decay continues to eat away at my original health, causing fever, weakness, inflammation, and possibly my death.

Totally cumbersome.Even though I never wanted to lose it, I have to admit it.

It no longer has any need to exist.

I glanced at the large amount of morphine in my backpack - they might help.

Or, right now?

But just as I was about to make up my mind, I glanced back at Al who was driving.Obviously, it's impossible now, it's ridiculous, isn't it?Then I put the thought aside for a while.I began to lean back on the seat and close my eyes again.

In this state, I don't want to sleep anymore, even if I'm tired.But if the dream is to dig out my fragility, I would rather not sleep.

As long as you wait for the car to stop, you can fall asleep peacefully without worrying about your dreams.I thought so.

We drove another day, and there was still nothing, neither people nor zombies.Of course, Yiwei and the others did not catch up.This is not a good sign, such a desolate place is very dangerous.Supplies will always run out one day.I thought maybe before setting off, I should have checked at the newsstand in the small town to see if there was a map of the surrounding area before deciding on the direction.

Al didn't go hunting this evening, but ate compressed biscuits in the car with me.With mineral water, a feeling of fullness soon appeared.

After Al finished eating, he rinsed his mouth with mouthwash—that was also part of the supplies.Keeping clean and hygienic is perhaps one of the few useful things that civilized society has left behind.After rinsing his mouth, Al got ready again and then lay down in the driver's seat and fell asleep.

Obviously, he still has no plans to watch the night.Coincidentally, I didn't have that plan tonight either.

This place, where I have been driving all day without encountering anyone or zombies, I don't think there is any danger.

And I need sleep—sleep in a quiet and peaceful environment.Instead of sleeping on the roar of the engine and the bumps on the road.

It became easy to settle down and fall asleep, and I fell asleep in no time.

It looked like nothing could go wrong.However, the so-called accident, isn't it to catch you off guard when you are unprepared?

I'm not sure when exactly.Because at night, you only know roughly when the sun sets and when the sun rises.There is no difference in the rest of the time, it is endless darkness.

So, all I can say is that one day I was sound asleep when I heard someone knocking on our car door again.

First tap three times, pause for two or three seconds, and then tap three times.

It was like knocking on the door.And it sounded like the person knocking on the door was an extremely gentleman.