Desperate Game Cat Hunter

Humans usually think that dogs are loyal, but I think dogs may just be pure.

Even though I kicked it a lot, it didn't roll away like I wanted it to.Instead it wags its obsequious tail at me almost all the time.

The first time Evie saw the dog clinging to me, he did his best to mock it.

I chose silence.Maybe it's because I feel very tired, so I really don't want to quarrel with this brainless person.Because I know that as long as I reply to the last sentence, the next second will start with force.

The dog stood at my feet, baring its teeth at Evie with its ridiculous milking sound and trying to bark.It made Yiwei laugh, and he said, the dog and the owner are really the same thing.

Unable to see it anymore, I reached out and touched the dog's head. It was warm, but it hurt my hands. There were various things sticking to his hair, dried blood or mud, or other things I didn't know. In short, Even if it is warm, it can't be liked.

He did quiet down after my petting, though.

Yiwei sneered, and returned to his own room. The moment I opened the door, I saw the woman—unexpectedly, the woman was still alive, which was simply unbelievable.But it's not a good life.In such a cold day, she was naked, tied up with something like a rope, and no one gave her food, but even so, this woman's eyes were still as fierce as fire.

Not the slightest fear, but full of anger.If eyes can be a murder weapon, I think everyone present will be ashamed under her eyes.

Just when the room was quiet, there was a sudden sound of the door opening, it was Al.

Although it has been preliminarily determined that the city is not dangerous, Al still has the habit of going out to patrol every day.But this time he was alone and didn't make demands on others.At the same time, Kerry and Rost also sent out spontaneously.

The dog, which had already been lying down at my feet, immediately stood up the moment the door was opened, then swooped over and circled around Al, and tried to claw its paws on Al's trousers.

Al immediately knelt down to tease it and stroked its head.

The man seemed to have always been tender with non-human beings.It seemed like every time I roughed up the dog, Al always seemed to step up and complain in an exaggerated tone.

"Come back so early today?" I looked at him and asked.His patrols usually last a long time.

Al hummed, still concentrating on stroking the dog's fur, and then the dog rubbed against his palm in joy as if he didn't know what to do, stood up and jumped up, trying to touch his knee with its front paws.

Maybe Al was the one who really wanted the dog, and in fact, he was the one who was keeping it.

Al threw the meat bun to me, and I naturally reached out to catch it.

The smell is not very good, maybe today's meat is not fresh, but a corpse encountered on the road.I mean, other corpses, not zombies.

When Al threw the meat over, the dog galloped to me.Then she obediently sat down in front of me, raised her head and stared expectantly at the thing in my hand.

I throw things on the ground.Then watch it can't wait to eat the meat.

—that's all I do for this dog.

Al came over and sat down next to me and lit a cigarette.

Me: "When are we leaving here?"

Al said "huh?", then turned his head to look at me, "Want to leave?"

We've been here for almost three weeks.Even the dog has grown from being skinny and visible to the naked eye.I have absolutely no idea what the point of staying here is.If you want to stop and recuperate for a while, it is too long to rest and recuperate.Staying here all the time, can only sit and eat, no matter how many supplies here are, it is useless.

But I didn't ask my question out.

Al didn't wait for my answer, so he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"It seems that it is indeed time to start again."

It was as if he had a lot of nostalgia for this place.

I looked at Al in the smoke, feeling a little lost.

"I heard from Kerry that you went out yesterday?" Al asked me suddenly.

"..." I didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a while, I nodded my head as an answer.

Al: "So what were you doing out there yesterday?"

Me: "Kill... let's go."

"Oh?" Al seemed to be interested all of a sudden, and turned his head to look at me with interest.

The dog on the ground had finished eating and was wagging its tail.

"Feed it corpses all the time, do you think that one day in the future, we will become its food." If I am dead and it is hungry, it should eat me without hesitation.

"Don't try to change the subject, Kitty," Al seemed displeased, "You just said that you killed someone when you went out yesterday?"

"Strange?" I asked back, "I killed someone a long time ago, on the first day I followed you."

"You used a very...interesting tone, which is the same as being uncertain."

I was silent for a long time, "I think you are more like a dog than it."

My words are not very polite.But it's true.It's just a tone, I don't understand how he thinks there's something interesting in it, and the truth is, there is.

He didn't respond to me, but still stared at me with a very subtle look, as if asking me to continue talking.

"I'm going out to patrol." I stood up and was about to leave, but he grabbed my hand all of a sudden.

Pulled the right hand.

I turned around and saw him take the cigarette butt off his mouth with the index finger and middle finger of the other hand, and looked at me with raised eyebrows.Hold my hand still tightly.

"You're responsible, kitty." That tone gave me goosebumps.

"Al, your tone is disgusting."

Al didn't take it seriously, "You aroused my curiosity."

I asked back, "So?"

Al: "This is not cute at all, you should behave yourself."

I sneered "heh", "It's a dog, not a cat."

I jerked my hand out of his hand and walked out.

I don't really want to mention yesterday.

I didn't kill anyone yesterday.

But it's no different from murder.

Can you imagine babies existing in such an apocalypse?Human, baby.

This is simply like a fantasy.But I did run into them yesterday, and I don't even know how they survived.

A cleanly dressed woman with a baby in her arms.Came into town with a tiny van.

I was in a building across the street and I watched the car drive in.For the first moment, I thought we had met those justice messengers again.

But I don't seem to be the only one noticing this.When the car stopped, a woman got out of the car, and the moment she got out, I heard a gunshot.Then the woman staggered and fell to the ground.

I looked over to identify the direction of the gunshot, and then saw a figure in a window of the building opposite - I can only roughly judge that it was Rost.Even if it was too far away, I still felt that that person was looking at me.

After hesitating for a moment, I went on.I checked the woman and it was dead.Her clothes have been dirty for a long time. Although her hands are rough, they don't have the kind of calluses caused by frequent use of guns, and her arm muscles are not very developed-I think this woman should be an ordinary person.

It was hard to imagine that such a woman would survive in this world.Thinking about living so hard, I feel that God is a vile lunatic. The so-called equality of everyone is just a lie. Live well by doing anything.

Whether it is before the zombie outbreak or after the zombie outbreak.That's all.

Finishing off my tedious jealousy, I was about to get inside the car to see if there was anything I could use, but immediately I was surprised by what was inside the car - it was a baby.

It was placed on the seat, wrapped tightly with a dirty-looking blanket, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

To be honest, I have never had a good impression of children, and I don't think children are cute creatures.

But the moment I saw the child, I felt overwhelmed.

It was a baby, alive.It’s like saying—look, there are still new humans being born, and the human race is not over yet, and it hasn’t come to an end yet.

I tried to reach out and poke the baby's face.is soft.The baby frowned as if uncomfortable.

But, in the end, I still didn't do anything, I took the baby down and put it next to the woman.And took the woman's arm and let her arm rest on the baby's swaddle.

And left there.

I don't know how long it will take for the zombies to find them and eat them.

I can't do anything, even if I really see hope at that moment.

Maybe there is still hope in this world, but I should not be in the scope of hope.

Because all of us, already rotten.From the inside to the outside, I suddenly realized that no matter how cruel this world is, I have never missed the previous world, because I am no longer suitable for that world.

I am only fit to die here.

Even if a new world will be established in the future.