Desperate Game Cat Hunter

Al and I squatted in the last row of the bus.It's like imitating two mice who are afraid of seeing people.

The car has not stopped, whether it is day or night, there will be people taking turns driving.This can't help but make me guess that maybe Yiwei and the others can't catch up anymore, but they have to stop and rest at night.

Al spends most of his time sleeping.Usually I see him slumped in a chair with his eyes closed, but I'm not sure if he's really asleep.

All things look like we are really moving towards a peaceful place and nothing seems to happen.I can't help but wonder if there is such a place, like Noah's Ark.So what will happen if I and Al are added to this ark?I suddenly remembered the remote town that escaped the zombies.I don't think that peaceful Noah's Ark would like our arrival.

At about noon, the doctor opened it again, and helped me remove the bandage and change the dressing and bandage.It was done meticulously and carefully, but I didn't have any extra emotions.It was Al who asked about the situation with a brother-like concern on his face, but the doctor always said in very euphemistic terms that it was not too bad.

When the doctor finished changing the medicine, he left our lunch.Then tell us to believe in hope and everything will be fine.

I looked at the lunch he put down - a box of biscuits.I always thought it looked familiar, I think there seemed to be several cases of this brand of biscuits sitting in our van.I don't know if I should suspect that these are our supplies, but this kind of doubt lingers in my heart.

If they are using our supplies collectively now, this situation is not good.I don't really want to use our meat to feed a bunch of hunters who want to kill us.

Al actually ate with peace of mind, he even opened the can for me and put it in my hand, telling me to eat well, with a concerned tone, if not for the mockery in his eyes, I would have believed it was a Gentle brother - well, this can only show that he seems to like this kind of role-playing game very much.What a joke.

Such things as small cans can't completely fill the stomach.But I can't ask for more. We must know that even if we are not "prisoners", we should pay attention to saving materials in normal times.Not to mention now.Al put down the biscuit before he finished it. I don't think he's full, more likely because he doesn't want to eat this kind of thing.He should really want to go hunting by now.

If it doesn't taste good, I won't eat it.Sometimes it's really surprising that there are so many wayward people in our team, but they have all survived to this day.Such as Al, or Evie.

The journey in the car was very boring. At the beginning, the doctor came to try to communicate with us, but now he is not coming here because of my indifference.

I kept looking out the window, and there was so much white snow everywhere, it looked really boring.But I have nothing else to do.Originally, I could choose to sleep, but the continuous dream made me bored.

I've had enough of waking up from the dream and realizing that there's no going back, or the fear of immersing myself in the dream.Every time I have more dreams and struggles, I feel more resentment towards that little girl. I am sure that she has increased my vulnerability. The nightmare was wiped away.But every night the dream can always remind me that everything is not over yet.

To be honest, I'm a little scared to sleep right now.I'd rather let myself be so tired.

At night time, the lights in the car were not turned on.Of course it's just inside the car, the car is still driving, so the lights are still on.Everyone in the car was almost asleep except me and the driver.There are one after another snoring everywhere, and now this group of people gives me the feeling that they are no different from Yiwei and the others. They can't be restrained and well-trained when they fall asleep.The so-called strict discipline is just an illusion. After all, they are not machines, nor are they gods to save the world.

Just as I was thinking wildly, I suddenly felt a hand on me—Al's hand.

I thought he was asleep!

He was still dozing off, his long breath accompanied by an occasional inexplicable sleep talk.

But his hand was moving up, very lightly, without any sound.It has "climbed" to my chest in a few seconds.I don't believe this is just an unconscious behavior after he fell asleep.

I don't know what he's going to do, the only thing that's certain is that it's definitely not going to be a good thing for me.

I reached out and tried to grab his hand and stop it from continuing to "climb".But when he almost grabbed his hand, he was caught by his backhand.Then he used his other hand and pulled me hard towards him.

My upper body fell on his lap without any accident—it was like a trick between young lovers, what is it called, knee pillow?

But this is not the warmth between lovers.I'm sure the word "cozy" has nothing to do with Al.

The moment I lay down, my hand reached for his calf—his dagger was hidden in the boot.I need it!I am very sure!Even though I don't know what's going to happen yet.

At the same time as my hand reached for his calf, his hand pinched my neck with incredible precision.I have never felt that his hand is extremely powerful and broad, just that one hand has already tightly strangled my throat.

He is still working hard.

Responding instinctively, I withdrew the hand that reached out to his calf, and grabbed his hand that was strangling my neck.Uselessly trying to wrest that hand away from my neck.

I became unable to think.I feel like I'm suffocating.Consciousness is beginning to slacken.

During the whole process, there was no sound except for my slight struggle, and the only struggle was covered by the sound of the engine.Everyone was still sleeping peacefully, and the driver in the driver's seat didn't look back to see our plan in the final position.

Vaguely, I heard Al let out a low laugh.Not even a laugh, because he didn't make a sound.It's just the sound of air passing through your throat when you laugh.The sound seemed to be teasing a small pet.

I tried to make noises to attract attention, but I couldn't do anything.

Al's hand stopped with a subtle force.I'm not going to die right away, but I'm never going to be very comfortable either.

I tried my best to gather my consciousness, and my hands stopped uselessly trying to free his grip.

I fumbled around in the seat, trying to find something useful.Then I felt a small cool thin thing - I could feel it, that was supposed to be the tab that opened the can during the day.It has sharp edges.

Just when I was about to pick it up as a weapon, the strength in Al's hand suddenly loosened.

The moment I let go, for some physiological reason, I started to cough violently, as if I was about to cough out my lungs.And Al patted me on the back to comfort me, as if he didn't do what happened just now.It seemed he had no intention of killing me.

I still hold that small piece of iron in my right hand, and I have to be ready to fight back at any time, who knows what this madman will do next moment.I can't trust him.

"How are you, brother?" Al smiled, his hypocritical tone of concern really made people feel uncomfortable.

not good at all!I feel terrible pain in my throat.

I tried to sit up, but he pushed me down.I fell on his lap again and he said to me, my dear brother, you will sleep better this way.

Yes, very comfortable.It's just that it's possible to fall asleep and never wake up again, right?

Of course, I didn't dare to say all these words, and I didn't dare to resist him.So I obediently lay down on his lap.The coughing is still going on and on.My throat is not as uncomfortable now.It was terrible!The madman!God knows why he had a sudden convulsion!

Al stroked my head like he was treating a small pet.Trying to tame your frizzy pet?It's ridiculous.He touched my hair, and combed a strand of too long bangs behind the ear, and then slid his fingers down the back of the ear.

Without hesitation, I swung the small piece of metal in my right hand towards him—I hope that the final speed can make this piece of metal play the same role as a knife.

Like a frightened bird, terrified and anxious, unable to think rationally.

Perhaps when I was frightened, I shot too fast, and even Al couldn't dodge well, so I could only try my best to force my head back.

Then what I was trying to slit his throat in my hand only scratched the surface of the clothes under his neck. ——But in fact, even if it really hit his throat, it can't be expected that this thin thing will cut his trachea or blood vessels.At most, he would cut his skin and bleed a little.

After the blow failed I expected things to go bad.Al really controlled my right hand backhand-as for my left hand, well, even if it is not controlled, it can't play a role of people and town.

He approached me, my nose was filled with the smell of tobacco, which made it more or less difficult for me to breathe, he smiled, his voice was low, "Little cat, it's not very good for me to stretch out my paws."

I was holding my breath, not just because of fear, but also because of my respiratory illness.But I know that's good enough, since he hasn't smoked since he got in the car - which, of course, is probably why he's so cranky and wants something to do.

His hand pinched my right ring finger and pressed it toward the back of the hand. I could clearly feel the pain.

I stared at him wide-eyed in horror.

I can't lose it.I have lost my little finger on my right hand, and if I lose my ring finger, I will never be able to hold a gun well.If I can't hold a gun, I know exactly what my residual value is to this team.

"Consider whether to ask me." His voice was very low, and under the dim light I saw Al blinking at me.

"........."

We looked at each other.They are trying to peek at each other's inner thoughts, trying to find the moment when the other party compromises.

I've said from the beginning that I don't mind giving up my dignity in order to survive.But it doesn't help to let go of your dignity here with Al, he will still kill you.He is such a liar.I think I already know a lot about this.

I tried to open my mouth, and Al waited with interest.

"What's the matter with you, I just heard you seem to have a bad cough?"

It's that doctor.The lights in the car were off, so he couldn't see what was going on here. At most, he could tell from my figure that I was sleeping on Al's lap.

There was a flash of surprise in Al's eyes.Then he grinned.Perhaps the unexpected also amused him.

Al let go of my hand knowingly.

The lights in the car were turned on after the doctor asked.The light woke up most of the people in the car, and after realizing that it was not an attack, they all turned their heads and looked at us sitting in the back.

In the end, the doctor came over. He touched the sweat on my forehead and asked me what was wrong with concern.

I glanced at Al.Then he said, nothing, sorry.

I don't want to alarm these people if possible.Compared to Al, they are complete enemies, and Al can barely be regarded as a stakeholder in the same industry.But in the situation just now, if I didn't make a sound, it was equivalent to letting me choose death.

The turmoil is almost over, but this night I went from not going to sleep to not daring to sleep at all.Always subconsciously pay attention to Al's movements.Every little turn he made was enough to make me subconsciously squeeze the dagger in my hand—the dagger I kept in my boot.Although I know it's not safe to hold it in my hand at this time, the image Al gave me is a harmless child, and there shouldn't be such a thing.But I have no choice.

At dawn, Al went up front and asked the driver to stop.The reason is that it is convenient to go.

He didn't go out for a long time, but it always made me feel a little uneasy.

Sure enough, not long after the car was driving again, an accident occurred.