Desperate Game Cat Hunter

In my hand I still have the syringe I just prepared to inject into Yiwei, the empty syringe.

I use all the willpower I can still control to control my behavior.

I took the syringe and stuck it in his eye as far as I could.

This blinds him, and the pain is beyond the control of any pain-sensing creature.He is bound to temporarily withdraw his hand because of the pain.If I can take this opportunity, I can kill him, rightly.

However, I still overestimated myself.

The suffocation has caused me to completely lose my precision.Even a shot that caught him off guard failed to touch his eyes, or even anything related to eyes.

I stabbed him in the neck.

The effect was not as good as expected.But it was enough, because at least he stopped choking me hard and tried to grab my right hand holding the syringe with his backhand.

He tried to take my hand and pull the syringe away from his neck in the direction of my hand.

Because the deviation of the force may cause the needle of the syringe to break inside.No one wants to slit a neck with a knife just to get a needle.And no one can tell whether I have a blood vessel or trachea pinched, even if it is just a non-fatal pipe, if the broken needle in it wanders, it will cause serious problems.

At the same time, he couldn't wait.The needle is full of air.If I inject air into it, he will die in no time.

It seems that he chose to compromise first

The moment my neck was loosened, I wanted to cough violently.Because the throat is too uncomfortable.But I endured it.I could hardly resist him as he grabbed my hand and took my attention away.

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still stronger than me.The needle was pulled out by him without any suspense.

Then he snatched my syringe and threw it aside.

This time I don't have anything in my hand.And he seemed determined to kill me.Instead of having a sadistic smile like before, the whole person has a gloomy expression, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

He moved closer to me again.

I know he won't let me go, yes, I know.If the former Yi was a lunatic, then the current Yiwei is definitely a lunatic in a state of rampage.

I swallowed.His approach speed is not very fast.But I'm sure, if I turn around and run away immediately, he will definitely pounce on me at the fastest speed.

Just when I was so flustered that I didn't know what to do, I suddenly realized something - the bandage on his chest.

Because I'm halfway through the relationship, and it's hanging from his chest right now.Without hesitation, I grabbed it and pulled it over. The bandage that was stuck to the wound immediately tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from his wound. There was a "stab" sound, and then I heard Yiwei's scream.

That hurts.I can guess it.Hearing that sound the moment I ripped it off was just enough to make me feel the creeps, I even felt my chest hurting myself.

Now is not the time, however, to push yourself against others.I took advantage of the moment the pain distracted me and swooped over to him, pinning him onto the bed with the weight of my body.Then he wrapped the bandage around his neck as a weapon as quickly as possible, tightening it tightly.

I have to kill him.

I must kill him!

He has explained very well that if he does not die, I will die.This is stated all the time.

He must die!

I was full of such thoughts.I felt as if the hand that was tightening his neck was going to take all my strength for the rest of my life.I was even surprised that my broken left hand was able to hold on and tighten it.Maybe it's also excited about being able to avenge it.

Yiwei was struggling desperately, and I couldn't even hold him down.Maybe the next moment I'd be rolling off him because of his struggles, and then the tables turned.I would be the one who died.

This is a real fight to the death.Maybe it's not thrilling, because it comes from two sick patients.But this fight is really life-threatening.

He struggled more and more, his hands trying to grab the bandage and work his way through it to ease the load on his neck.And it seems to really work, you know, my left hand doesn't help much and he has both.

And I can't hold him down anymore.This lunatic is like a beast.

I was knocked over by him and fell off the bed onto the floor of the car.The whole body was in pain due to the shock of landing.

He pulled the bandage around his neck to let himself breathe easier, coughing violently.

Even with a cough, he quickly got up from the bed.That way there is no doubt that he will continue to come towards me...

I pissed him off, although maybe he was already quite angry with me.

At this moment, the car suddenly braked suddenly.It was okay for me to lie on the ground, but Yiwei, who had already sat up, fell forward with his entire upper body due to inertia, and then his body hit something and made a dull sound.

"boom--"

It was gunshots.Rost fired.

It should be for deterrence.I should be glad I was lying on the floor of the car, otherwise, I'm sure Rost's gun would have hit me.Things like killing chickens to scare monkeys are usually done on the weak who are useless.

"I think if you guys are fighting at this time, you'd better keep your strength." Rost stated, I guess his gun has not been put away.Because Yiwei is very quiet, if there is no gun pointed at him, he will not give up so easily.

"It's not my fault." I shirked responsibility, "As you can see, I just wanted to help him, but he attacked me."

Yiwei sneered, but he didn't say anything.

The air freezes.

No one dared to move, except for the sound of Kerry tossing his small parts, there was no noise.

"Okay, that's it." Ross said.

Then I heard the gun put away, refire, and start off.

I guess Yiwei probably won't do anything for the time being, he is injured now, it's enough to hit me, but it's not so easy to deal with Rost.Although just now Rost may have been just because we were too noisy to make him impetuous, or because he was concerned about the overall situation and considered combat effectiveness, but all in all, he saved my life just now.However, I have no intention of thanking him.

I slowly got up from the ground and got out to my own place.The throat was uncomfortable and tight, I coughed twice, and drank a little water by the way, but it still didn't get better.

I think there must be a bruise on my neck.The kind where you can see the fingerprints.For no reason, I suddenly thought of the movie I watched when I was a teenager. The pale-skinned man was shaking on the big-breasted woman, while reaching out his hand to tightly choke her neck.The buddies who watched it together explained that when a person's throat is squeezed, he will feel pleasure before he is about to die.And that woman was really confused and infatuated.

Ah.They are all liars.

Nothing but fear.

Kerry put down his "toy" and went to help Yi Wei deal with the wound.Yiwei didn't even refuse, I listened to Yiwei bandaging his wound while chatting with him, although most of the time it was Kerry talking to himself.

I hugged my quilt and started to dream.

Time becomes fast in this boring waiting, but it also seems to be very slow.It seems that you don't know how to kill it every second, but it seems that the sun goes down in a blink of an eye, the car has to stop, everyone eats a small amount of food and rests.

Days like this are scary.We haven't been able to come across the next place where we can provide supplies.Supplies will become less and less.None of us want to die in a place like this, let alone die of starvation, that would be horrible.

I don't go near Evie anymore.The dream at night is still going on, all kinds of past memories or bizarre bloody incidents, in short, it makes people feel exhausted.

The whole person is on the brink of chaos.Lack of sleep, little food, and a sick and feeble body—these began to make my mind less and less active.What makes me feel reassured is that everyone seems to have this perception.Even Kerry, who usually likes to lean towards someone when he sees someone vulnerable, has begun to keep silent.Everyone is doing their duty, but what others do has nothing to do with them.

The journey was monotonous and boring, even the scenery outside the window was the same snow color, I had forgotten to keep track of the time, so I am not sure whether it was a week or two, we finally arrived in a new town.

In the middle of the night, I woke up again from a dream.The whole body is covered with cold sweat.But I can't remember exactly what happened in the dream, I just know that it makes me feel creepy.

I didn't open my eyes, as I always do after nightmares.Lying in the quilt like a coward and not daring to move.It's like opening your eyes and seeing a hanging head staring at you above the bed. I think these strange fantasies come from the bizarre stories that adults in childhood made up to scare us.

Just as I was about to fall back asleep listening to the breathing and soft whimpering of the others in the room.I heard someone talking.

It was very soft, but the room was too quiet for me to pretend to ignore it.

"Bell, where have you been, I've been looking for you everywhere."

I heard the man say this, and it sounded like Al from the voice, and he seemed to be performing something again, because his voice was gentle and worried.

"Okay, okay, then promise me, don't run around again next time, at least run around."

He was still going on, still with that gentle tone, as if treating the child's father—I mean the kind of tolerance and warmth between a real father and his child.

"Then let's go back."

If I remember correctly, it's Al's turn to watch today.

I suddenly felt a bit chilled behind my back, because I suddenly began to wonder if Al saw some creatures that shouldn't be seen in this world, and then he was talking to them.

I think if Al is serious, then the only one I know of that might soften him is maybe his brother—the one he killed himself.

Are we going to die, so we see people who are supposed to be in hell.Who will I see?Father?Or mother?Or someone I killed?

This feels so ironic.I have abandoned my moral conscience, I can kill zombies or human beings, but I am afraid of illusory things like ghosts.

"What do you want for dinner?... Maybe you can act like a baby to your mother, maybe she will make an exception for you..."

Al is still working on his one-man show.

It sounds more and more like an elder coaxing a child.Although the only thing I know when it comes to kids is - he kills them.

I mustered up my courage, then pretended to turn over inadvertently, facing Al's direction.Then secretly opened his eyes.

He who is always smoking is not doing this activity now because I don't see that little red dot in the dark.Without the light, I could only roughly make out his outline and sitting position—I think he was asleep.

His posture is too relaxed.If he was awake, he would never sit like this. Such a posture is not conducive to defense and counterattack.Even sitting in this position for too long can cause muscle soreness.

So I'm sure, he fell asleep.Everything just now was just a dream.

It seems that the uneasiness is tormenting everyone's nerves these days.Then the face of the food also broke through the physiological defense line, and everyone's fragility will be exposed inadvertently.

At that moment, I seemed to touch the fragility of this or that person.But it's really just "as if".In fact, moments pass after the mind can't help but momentarily mourn the difference between the past and the present.Instead, there was a strange, unexplainable sense of pleasure and peace of mind.

That feeling is like when you fell into the abyss alone, and then you were groping for the exit in the dark, and suddenly you found that there was actually another person who fell into the abyss—at that moment, you would not have sympathy for that person who fell down .It will only be a slow joy.Because you met fellow travelers.

I finally knew that I wasn't alone in the dream and couldn't get out.It's nice to know that they're just off guard because of a lack of food and stress.

Eru's daydream like a long time ago's daily conversation finally stopped.

I closed my eyes.Tried to go to sleep again.This time, I slept contented and relaxed, even though I was still dreaming.But after waking up, I was much better, and I didn't feel the anxiety when I woke up before.