Desperate Game Cat Hunter

I saw his blood and brains burst from the other side, and splashed far away.Then the hand holding the gun hangs down feebly.

Nothing was said, nothing was left.

Carrie died just like that.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Carrey is dead.

Although these four words have been repeated in my brain, it seems that I can't read information from these four words anyway.

Until despair slowly eroded up and wrapped me up.

Evie is dead, Rost is dead, and so is Kerry.

overnight.

The next one should be me.

I lay on the ground, the pain in my right hand and leg so stark it was hard to imagine anything good.

I can't imagine any reason why I could have survived.

Maybe now I should do something to stop the bleeding.But I'm desperate.

Suddenly I heard a crackling sound.But I don't even want to open my eyes.

Then I smelled the familiar stench, followed by the feeling of my tongue licking my face "clack, clack".

I opened my eyes and pushed the dog away by the way.I just can't stand the smell on me.

It doesn't look too good either.I don't think Rost's kick just now would be too merciful.Its breathing sounded very irregular.

After I pushed it away, it hesitated before coming closer, but didn't lick me again.Instead, he lay down next to me, in a circle.

I didn't push it away this time.My body was getting cold after the blood loss, it was warm just lying there like that, and I thought, we're both going to die.

After I gave up struggling, my consciousness began to move away from me and I didn't struggle.

Maybe it would be nice to die in your sleep.

When I was dimly conscious, I saw that woman with gray skin and dim eyes, but she stood not far away and smiled at me.

Still holding the bread in his hand.I just looked at her like that, and she waited for a while, as if she realized that I had no intention of passing, then raised her other hand high and waved to me.

I can't control my steps, I want to get closer to her.I never knew that I actually missed her myself.

After approaching her, she handed me the bread in her hand, "here, eat."

I took it slowly with my hands.

She suddenly grabbed my hand, the left hand, as if making a fuss, "What's wrong with your hand? Why is it wrapped like this? Is it burnt?"

She grabbed my left hand, concern overflowing from the sentence.The gray hand seemed to want to grab my left hand to see what was wrong with it, but was afraid that touching it would hurt me.

I burst into tears all of a sudden.

There is no reason.

Even knowing that this woman is just a phantom of my dying, I still can't control my emotions, and I feel as if I have returned to a seven or eight-year-old child in an instant.

At that moment, I wanted to tell her everything.Tell her how tired she is, how scared she is, how painful each injury is.Then let her hug herself and tell herself that it's okay.

I grabbed her with my right hand, and suddenly found that her skin had returned to a normal skin color, white and thin, and the blue blood vessels underneath could be vaguely seen.

Dreams really have no logic at all.

I threw myself into her arms.

But before he could say anything, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

I woke up dazedly with a pain in my shoulder, and realized I was being dragged across the ground by the name of something.

The stench that is close at hand is also mixed with the smell of decay.

Then I heard the sound of tearing flesh and blood not far away.

I managed to open my eyes, and immediately saw three or four zombies surrounding Rost's body.The corpse was too horrible to look at.

The dog dug its teeth into my shoulders and dragged me with difficulty, as if trying to keep me away from the zombies.

The rotten smell on its body is also obvious. I saw a large piece of rotten flesh on a zombie's hand—maybe the zombie was attacked by a dog when it was about to eat me.

I barely reached out and patted the dog's head, it immediately realized that I had woken up, and let go of its mouth obediently.

I took a look, then turned around slightly, took the gun not far away, and shot one by one, killing the zombies.The injured right hand could barely withstand the recoil of the gun.

Although I knew I was going to die, I still felt unwilling to die at the mouth of a zombie.

The dog was squatting in front of me, and suddenly I saw a very long gash on the dog's back.The gore of the zombie was smeared on its fur.

If it was caused by zombies, it might soon become a zombie too, a zombie dog.

I raised the gun, hesitant to kill it.

It just sat on the ground obediently and looked at me.

Watch me muzzle it.

I:…………

Its eyes stared at me unblinking, and I couldn't read a dog's expression, but at least there was no resistance in his expression.

"...Damn it, that bastard Al!" I put the gun down as if giving up.

I just said I don't want a dog.Why didn't that bastard raise it and take it away? !

"Forget it," I looked into the dog's eyes, "after I die, you can eat as much as you want. There is no point in keeping it anyway."

I'm not sure it understood.I struggled to stand up, trying to close the door so that no more zombies would come in.

But the dog beside him suddenly jumped up and rushed directly to the door.

Me: "Hello—"

I called it loudly, but it just stopped in the middle of the road, looked back at me, and then ran out without hesitation.

I am speechless.When I was waiting to die, there was a creature beside me, but suddenly I became a person again.I really don't know what to say.

Forget it, I give up.Even if you say something, no one can hear you.

After closing the door, I lay back on the couch and covered myself with a blanket, which was somewhat warmer.

As much as I wanted to die in my sleep, I couldn't sleep no matter what.

I even picked up a gun and contemplated suicide.But I don't have the courage of Kerry. It seems that the obsession to live is still in my blood, and I can't press the trigger. Of course, this may just be because I am timid.

I'm not sure when, the only thing I know for sure is that I was still awake at that time.

I saw a figure walk in from the sofa,

"Al?"

The person who entered did not speak.But it was indeed Al who came in.

"Why are you back?" It wasn't ridicule or surprise, I just simply expressed doubts.

More or less I can feel that this man should have abandoned us.

"It found me, grabbed my trousers, and pulled me." Al's answer was not very emotional.

I reacted for a while before I realized who that "it" was.

Al came straight over and sat down by my couch, on the floor.Because I was lying on the sofa, the place where he sat down was probably on the ground in front of my chest.

Me: "What about it?"

Al: "Dead. I killed it myself."

I suddenly thought of what I had heard before. They said that Al killed his brother with his own hands.Then for a moment I suddenly understood why he would do this.It should be the same reason.

Al lit a cigarette, "How are you?"

"Not good," I subconsciously covered my nose with a blanket to block out the smell of smoke.

Then there was silence between us.

This is inexplicably a little embarrassing, so I continued to find a topic,

"How far have you traveled?"

"Very far. At least out of this town." He paused, then added, "Usually it's convenient to be alone. But it's so lonely."

alone?It's hard to imagine that one day Al will utter the word.He can be loose, he can be violent, but I have never seen him vulnerable.

"I can't take you away." Al looked back at us, with the same casual smile on his face, "We would all die then. I don't really want to lie to you."

"Oh, thank you so much." I thanked him for his frankness without much sincerity.Honestly, I'm not disappointed or depressed at all.Maybe it's because I really didn't have any expectations.

Again there was silence between us.I start closing my eyes and getting ready for sleep.

Inexplicably relieved, a little tiredness invaded.I think now, I should be able to fall asleep in the next second,

"...What's your name?" Al asked suddenly.

I closed my eyes and smiled, "Who knows, Maybeit'scat."

I can feel Al approaching, his tobacco-scented breath spraying all over my face,

"Jesusamoureusedetoi."

I froze for a moment, opened my eyes, and looked at him, "Is this... French?"

Al withdrew his body, and his tone returned to the loose state. He said, "Sleep, I will try my best to stay until you fall asleep before leaving."

I wondered what he meant by what he just said.

Al: "Is there anything you want to say to me before going to bed?"

I gave up thinking about that sentence because I didn't understand the language.Naturally, no matter how hard I think about it, I will not know what it means.

So I adjusted my posture and tried to make myself sleep more comfortably. I said, "Remember to close the door when you go out. I don't want the corpse to be torn into pieces by the zombies."

Al agreed with an "um" and then asked, "What else?"

I thought for a while: "Goodluckforyou."

Al laughed out loud.

My mood also improved inexplicably, and my sleepiness became more and more intense.I calmly let my consciousness sink into darkness.

The author has something to say: I actually have a lot to say when I write it.But when I looked back, I found that I couldn't stand it...I always felt that it was a pity that I wrote more than [-] yuan and didn't send it out.

Well, if you can persist until here, ladies and sisters, please accept my bow, thank you for reading this story.

Furthermore, this is a rough draft and has not been carefully revised (the reason is that when I went back to revise it, I found that I couldn't read it anymore...) It is estimated that there are many typos.If there is a big problem in the middle, for example, I have left a large part of the plot empty, and I can only leave a prompt saying "add xxx details", if you don't mind, please let me know, and I will add it.Thanks.

Also, I would like to add that the inspiration for this article comes from DNAX's "All Destroyed After Leaving the Seventh Regiment", this article is basically a fanfic of that article.Although my writing in this article is sloppy, the writing style is really amazing, Amway.

Finally, I still want to thank you for being able to see this place, I love you all.