Desperate Game Cat Hunter

The car suddenly became very quiet.Except for the vague and complicated and ridiculous prayers of Rost who can be heard from the sound of the engine.

I always feel dizzy.I don't know if this sleep has had a positive or negative effect on my body.In short, I feel that the whole person is so tired that I am about to collapse.

I thought of that dream again.There is no logic at all, the father who obviously did the wrong thing is wearing the face of Al, but he is smiling strangely and asking him what to do with me.It was as if a judge with no integrity was thinking about what to do with his law-breaking son.

I can't figure it out, but the only thing I know for sure is that I don't think it's going to be okay for me to see Al's face lately and hear him sound like a father asking his kids to help again.

Just when I was thinking about it, I suddenly thought of Yiwei.Maybe it's time for me to change his dressing.Since they've all had their drivers changed once, I think it's been a long time.I haven't had a good rest for too long, even if you tell me that I slept for a day or even a night, I will believe it without doubt.

But the thought of changing the dressing was fleeting in my mind.I didn't want to go at all, but it reminded me that I should take my medicine.

I took anti-inflammatory drugs myself, and did not change the bandage.To be honest, I couldn't resist seeing the horror of my left arm.

The car drove for a long time until night fell and the car had to stop and I didn't feel sleepy at all.This is really a happy thing.

Al back in the RV announces that I'm here tonight for vigil.Besides, Rost and Kerry are going to sleep in the van tonight.Because the truck must be protected now, no one can tell if they will suddenly encounter a group of righteous warriors again and fight with them for justice and supplies.

After all, Al and I have encountered a group, and Yiwei and the others have also encountered a group.This has fully demonstrated that the righteous warriors here are likely to become a systematic system under the organization of the state.In other words, they will have many people, at least many, many more than us.It's a dangerous thing, and even the mere thought of it is enough to worry you.

By the time everyone was in their places, I suddenly found myself in a space alone with others again—or rather, not alone.Because there is still a "asleep" Yiwei on the bed in front.Well, it's worse than being alone, one wolf becomes two.

I still remember the man who almost killed me last night simply because he was boring.

And that dream made me feel weird looking at Al's face now, an indescribable feeling.The only certainty is that feeling can not be called good.

I found a corner and indented myself.This brings me back to the feeling I had when I first got into this car-find a corner and find a way to minimize my sense of existence.

But others don't seem to be "teasing" me tonight.Because he left where I was, went to his own bed, and went to sleep peacefully.I think those righteous warriors probably gave him some sense of crisis.So he realized that he must recharge his batteries now, and save every available combat power until the moment when it is most needed.

It's a bit cold to huddle in a corner at night, but I didn't plan to come out.The bed is comfortable and I will fall asleep easily.I have to stay here to keep myself awake, not just for the vigil, but also for my own life.

The night with eyes open is always long.What's more, nothing happened tonight.I guess the world just likes to catch you off guard.So when you are fully prepared, it will never be shot.

The next morning, Al woke up early.When he saw me, he said good morning to me, and then he opened the car door and went out to smoke.After a while, he turned back again, reminding me not to forget to help Yiwei, with a raised tone, full of jokes.

Although I really wanted to take this as a joke, but considering the consequences, I obediently went to Yiwei's bed and gave him another injection of anti-inflammatory drugs.This time I'm not even interested in checking his wounds.It would be nice if the man could just fend for himself like this.

Soon Rost and Kerry over there also woke up.Rost stayed there and drove.And Kerry came back to us, but Al was driving our car.

Kerry would sit across from me as soon as he arrived.I know what he wants to do.Because his face is full of curiosity and anticipation of the upcoming story that belongs to me.

Sadly, today I don't want to talk to him at all, even at all.I'm not even going to answer if I'm asked if I want cookies or canned food for breakfast.

But this person seems to have chosen another way to start the conversation.He didn't try to have any conversation with me, he started telling the story to himself.

Very corny and uninteresting story.At first I suspected it was a portrayal of his life.But then I denied it, because the protagonist of the story is really quite different from him.The protagonist of the story is too cowardly and sad, and he died at the end of the story.

After Kerry finished speaking, he was obviously thirsty, but there was no water source here to moisten his throat.Nine times out of ten, his water was left on the side of the truck and he forgot to bring it.

Daily supplies are now restricted.We have to make it possible for us to survive until we hit the next replenishment low point.So, I don't plan to give him today's water.

He seemed to disapprove of my unfeeling behavior.After all, he was my savior. I remember he gave me a bag of bread and a bottle of water without everyone's consent.

However, I still don't intend to give him the water.Kind of like a kid doing it.I know.But now he's sitting across from me, and the target is clearly trying to dig into my past and peep into my sore spot.This kind of approach makes it difficult for me to show the brilliance like Jesus and give him moisture.

He conceded with a final shrug, suggesting that he wasn't going to go any further with me.

"Do you know who the protagonist of the story is?" He moistened his dry lips with his tongue and asked me.

Not interested in.So I'm not going to answer.But he didn't seem to mind, and he went on, "It was my father. And to end his drama-free and tiresome life, before I left home to join the ranks, I shot he."

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He was still smiling, a gentle smile, as warm as sunshine.Although his words send chills down the spine.

"I think you can understand it. This is my reward for his nurturing grace."

he asked me.The questioning sentence pattern is used, but the tone is affirmative.Like he could see right through me.

But actually, I really do.

Like I killed that little girl.

In this world we are fragile and completely incapable of surviving.All the possibility of surviving lies in becoming a burden to others and letting others pull you.Of course, they also have other choices, either to become the walking dead, or to be eaten by the walking dead one by one, feeling that they are going from freshness to death.

Their lives seem to be alive, but they have reached the end of the road.

A clean end is kindness to them.

He stared at my facial expressions without blinking, reading them, and then he smiled and said, "I knew a kitten could understand."

I doubt he can read people's hearts.It is absolutely impossible for him to see the scene where I killed that little girl, but he just pulled out the things I buried in my heart without hesitation.

I even wondered if I said something in my dream, my whole body was in a state of extreme anxiety.

But he was like a fox who only watched its prey struggling, watching my expression change with a smile, becoming more and more frightened.

"Kitten," he said suddenly, "I ask you again, hunter or prey?"

Again this question.

When I became their companion, he asked me this question, do you want to be a hunter or a prey.

I remember I didn't hesitate at the time.

The hunter is the one who lives, and the prey is doomed to die, and then the corpse will be turned into food and clothes.

I looked at Kerry and he looked at me.

He is a comer.He once said that he was the closest thing to a human in the team.

Perhaps, he was also vulnerable.But he found a way to balance it.

The hunter is to deviate from human nature to survive.Prey lose their lives but are not afraid of nightmares.

"..." I hesitated, "... hunter."

Kerry smiled.Shrugged but said nothing.I don't know if that's mocking or agreeing.

The reason why people can climb to the top of all creatures is because they are a kind of greedy creatures.Only the more you want, the harder you will try to get it.

This is the inferiority of human beings.

And I'm a typical example.

When he is about to die, he longs to live, even if it deviates from humanity.After surviving, I don't want to be a numb monster anymore.

Kerry stood up from me, and he didn't continue the subject.After stretching for a while, he turned his head and said to me,

"Okay, that's it. Kitty, I think it's time for you to see Evie."

Evie?

I think Yiwei, as an existence similar to War Machine, seems to survive well in this team.After all, two people have reminded me to take care of him instead of watching him die indifferently.

If it was me, I think I'd wait until the body stinks before anyone remembers that I need help - but they're not going to help me get buried, they'll probably throw my body off the car and feed the zombies.

I have to admit that in this team, Yiwei's existence value is indeed greater than mine.But this is not a reason for me to take the initiative to help him.

But what Kerry said just now really shocked me a bit.I need to do something to buffer, I mean, something else, anything, just to divert attention.So, this "anything" includes going to change Yiwei's dressing.

I packed my anti-inflammatories and syringes as usual, along with a new bandage - I figured I was going to kill time.

Kerry returned to his small table and continued to fiddle with his inexplicable little parts that he had no idea what they could be assembled into.

When he came to Yiwei's bed, he was still closing his eyes, looking like he was asleep.You have to admit that a person is the most harmless when he is asleep, even if it is Yiwei, you can't feel any danger from him now.

Rarely, I lifted his quilt, intending to check his wounds.In fact, his quilt was indeed soaked with blood, and now the blood on the quilt had dried, so the surface of the quilt became as hard as a piece of cardboard.

Similar to this is his bandage, too, as if it has been touched with a layer of paste and then dried.

I hesitated and decided to continue this "job".Putting the medicines and syringes aside, he began to remove the hard bandage as lightly as possible.The reason why it is light is not because of humanitarian reasons such as feeling sorry for Yi Wei's pain, but because I think the pain may wake up a lunatic, and then everything will become very complicated.

But I still miscalculated the difficulty of this task.It was barely easy to remove the outer layers of bandages, but when it reached the layer close to the skin, the bandages were completely adhered to the wound, and even if they were carefully torn off, the wound would bleed.

I think things are going to get complicated.I don't want that.

So I put the bandages off my hands.I decided to give him a shot of morphine first, to act as a sedative, in case he suddenly woke up in pain.

I knelt down to get the syringe.

But the whole thing happened in an instant.

Yiwei rushed over at an incredible speed, he jumped off the bed and pressed me with his body.His hands are tightly strangling my neck.

Breathing away from me in an instant.This is completely different from Al's way of enjoying the struggle of his prey before death.I'm pretty sure he wants my life.

Even just now, I'm trying to help him.

This is nothing incredible, our team has no trust at all.

It was like Kerry and Rost who had heard the movement but still had no reaction.

They are still doing their own thing.Especially Kerry, from this angle, I can barely see him, my vision is a bit blurred because Yiwei strangled my neck, but I still saw him glance at me, and then he was dangerous After a while, he continued to toss the small parts on his table.

I started to feel dizzy and my mind became blurred.

I thought, maybe, I'm going to die soon.