Desperate Game Cat Hunter

Believe it or not, to this group of people, the value of a living person is that they can be used for fun.

Just like yesterday's Yiwei was excited about this girl as if he had found a treasure, now he can kill her without hesitation.But what I want to say is that compared with being sent to a freezer to freeze to death, or being tortured to death, such a death cannot be happier.

Evie's right hand still held the shotgun he had just shot the girl with.

"Ywei, the gunshots are too high-profile." Al did not know when he got out of the car, "I thought I made it very clear to you this morning."

Morning?I think that should be when I haven't woken up. If it weren't for this situation, I would wonder what they discussed in their morning meeting?How to cook human flesh?

Yiwei grabbed my collar and threw me out, triumphantly, as if he had snatched something important again, he stated in a tone that everyone could hear as an excuse, "This The guy is going to let my prey go!"

"Oh? Really?" Al's tone was indifferent and dispensable, and there was a not-so-serious smile on the corner of his lips biting the cigarette holder.

"This is the kitten you asked for." Yiwei said this to me, "Let me see, how can I treat you better?"

I think my eyes are filled with horror.A prophecy.I never thought that I was so effective in the prediction of bad luck-I just said that I might not survive the so-called three days without food and water.

This time it was no longer a knife, and Yiwei threw the gun casually into the distance, as if he was not at all worried that the gun would accidentally go off.Then he picked up a steel pipe on the ground that was abandoned and thrown here at some time.

You can never describe how much Evie loves blood splattered scenes.This pervert.

I can't go back.Rost was watching from the car door; Kerry was nowhere to be seen, he should be busy with his own small parts; Al stood closest to me, but just watched with his arms folded with interest.

I have come to a dead end.

Yiwei's face was distorted because of his smile, he walked slowly step by step, staring at my face with great interest, enjoying my frightened expression.

Caught off guard, he slammed down the steel pipe in his hand——

Completely wrong, I had to subconsciously block with my arms to protect my head.It's a gut reaction.But the force hit my head even through the buffer of my arm—my arm couldn't stop the force.

pain!Head full of pain!I screamed and hugged my left arm and rolled on the ground, howling.There is no dignity at all.

Such a scene made them very happy, and almost everyone was laughing.Yiwei laughed presumptuously; Al was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and Rost was indifferent, but his brows became relaxed.

It's not just the world that's sick.And people's hearts.

Yiwei walked over and stepped on me like a lunatic, "Scream!! Kitty!! Louder! Resist more fiercely!!"

He took a step back slightly, with a smile on his face, and lifted the steel pipe high again. When I realized his action, I immediately turned over and protected my still intact right hand.

with no doubt.My left arm has been disabled, from the palm, to the shoulder, to the arm just now.I almost feel like my bones are broken to pieces.

The blood has already splashed out, and the next few heavy blows were all on the left arm as if on purpose, like pounding meat sauce.The pain has clouded my consciousness.

Such a tragic death?

There was a brief pause in the pounding, I think they were waiting for me to catch my breath.The so-called massacre would be meaningless without the wailing and cries for help of the abused.

I heard the sound of boots on the ground, getting closer, someone was approaching.I squinted my eyes, unable to focus due to the excruciating pain.

"How are you kitty?"

It was Al, who knelt down next to me and poked my head in a playful tone as if he was actually teasing a cat.

"Little cat, you don't want to die, do you?"

I... I don't want to die!Of course I don't want to die!Even such a world!

"Give up your dignity, please." Al seemed to be joking, "Maybe I can persuade Yiwei."

fraud.lie.

And dignity, I have long since given up on it.But no one saved me. Every day in the closet, I prayed.But no one reached out to me!nobody!

"I won't stop," Yiwei's tone was still in a state of madness, mercilessly exposing his lies, "I like this feeling."

Al seemed helpless.But he compromised with Yiwei.He picked up my right hand and wiped off the dust and blood stains on my hand, which looked kind of tender.The dust on my face was wet with tears, and I was so embarrassed.I cried and looked at him and let him take my right hand in his.

He looks at me and smiles.

I was at a loss, tentatively: "...help...help me..."

Al reached out and stroked my hair, gently, "I heard Kerry told you something."

—Don't think you've got salvation.

Al smoothly then took out his pocket knife.I raised the knife and fell, before I even had the strength to struggle, my little finger fell to the ground.

"Ugh..." I couldn't utter any more words except for the wheezing that represented pain.Trying hard to get my hand out of his hand, I can't lose my right hand!

But he was too tight, and I was too weak.

He held my right hand with one hand, and freed up the other hand to remove the cigarette butt he was biting into and flick the ash.

"Al! This is my prey!" Yiwei started his madness, "How many times do you want me to repeat it?!"

"Ah? Really? I'm sorry." Al used an innocent tone, and even heard a sloppy smile, "I couldn't hold back my hand itching."

I was in unbearable pain, I cried, really, I was just so useless, "I...don't...don't want to die..."

"Everyone is going to die, baby~" Al's voice was gentle as if he was treating a lover, "We won't raise disabled people. After all, the situation may be a little bit worse in the future, and I need some stimulation to boost morale~"

There are many ways to boost morale.Money, women, food...but all they have now is me.And the effect looks good, Yiwei is already excited.

"I...I'm not...not a useless person...!" I said almost eagerly, but I didn't have the strength to make the words flow, "I can shoot...I can...be...companion!"

Yes, shoot.

It was originally developed as a hobby.It is also the trump card that I once wanted to keep, to catch people by surprise and use it when escaping.But I seem to have no chance to escape.

I could feel Al being silent for a moment.I don't know if this is tempting for him, and if it's enough to get my life back.

"We don't need companions," Al said after silence, with a casual smile again, "and as you can see, each of us is a good shooter."

"May you rest in peace, the Lord will forgive all your sins." It was Rost's voice.The extreme irony of the prayer, let me fall into the ice cave.

I grabbed Al's arm with the last of my strength, and the blood smeared his clothes. I cried, "Don't... please... I don't want to die..."

Al looked into my eyes, blank for a moment.But quickly recovered, and then slowly filled with banter, "I refuse."

I looked at him, as if the life-saving straw that I grasped finally disappeared, without any movement, and my breathing was almost stagnant.

………………

"Hahahaha," Al suddenly laughed, like a child who had succeeded in a prank, "Sorry, the joke seems to be a bit too much."

I can barely understand what's going on.Al turned his head and yelled into the car, "Kerry—morphine—"

Yiwei was furious, "What do you mean?!" The steel pipe in his hand was still dripping blood, and he walked towards here, "I'm fed up with Al! What are you going to do?!"

The atmosphere was tense instantly, and Yiwei had no intention of stopping.I subconsciously hid from Al, purely out of biological instinct.

Al protects me with one hand, and pulls out the other hand from the back of his waist to face Evie, smiling, "I don't want to do this. You don't want to hear me say sorry after shooting, right? "

Evie stopped and it worked.Yiwei doesn't need it.In his words, this is a thing for women.He loves machine guns, but it's obviously not very convenient to carry and fight on the move.So I settled for the next best thing and chose a shotgun.All he had on him was a shotgun and a dagger.And his gun had been thrown far away just now.

Kerry came out with a syringe and bandages.Syringes are never freshly opened and never sterilized.The bandages were yellow and had grit mixed in - probably recycled too.

"Okay, Yiwei, you also understand how good it is to add a combat force at this time. Not everyone who came from that weak civilization era can shoot." Kerry said while trying to smooth things over. I knelt down beside me, "Al put down your gun too."

Al shrugged, and then let go of the gun. Only the place where the index finger hooked the wrench, the entire gun turned in one direction due to gravity, and he looked helpless, "It's not my fault, really."

Carrey dismisses Al's "innocence."

"Little cat, don't let me know that you are lying. You will know what happens." Rost left his words and turned back to the car.

Yiwei threw the steel pipe in his hand far away, and cursed loudly as if to vent.Then he turned his head and gave me a look like he was going to goug out my flesh.Walked a few steps to pick up his own shotgun and walked away - he needs to patrol this morning.

Al sat next to me with interest watching Kerry bandage me.

Kerry injected me with morphine, an overdose.But it worked, the pain went away, and the relaxation of my body made me want to fall asleep.

"Never get your redemption, Kitty," Kerry reminded me.

I know, I know.The nightmare has just begun.There is no one in this world who will save you.

Then I heard Al's laughter, fading away.The severe pain went away under the sedative effect of morphine, and my consciousness also went away. I was too tired.

It shouldn't be long before I fell asleep.Probably only a few hours.The effect of the morphine was still there, and the physical pain was not so unbearable.

"It looks like you've made it through," Kerry looked at me, "Evie really knows how to get nicknames, she really is a cat."

I guess he meant that cats have nine lives.

The left hand was immobilized, not by plaster or something, but by several wooden boards.I don't know if that's the right thing to do with an arm that's almost meaty, and apparently the person doing it doesn't either.I don't think it will heal if I cover it without any anti-inflammatory drugs, but it will cause inflammation and kill me.Maybe I should have my leg amputated, if there's a way to stop the bleeding.As for my right hand, that's all, compared to the injury on my left hand, it's just insignificant.

My lips are already chapped.And I guess I have a fever, I feel like I have a headache and I'm sweating.I want to open my mouth to drink.

Kerry seemed to see through my thoughts, "First of all, I can't give you water or food. Strictly speaking, you are not one of us. No one knows if you can really shoot, right? "

"I..." I tried to explain, but was interrupted by Kerry,

"Secondly, our supplies are not enough. From Al's attitude yesterday, you should be able to see how angry he was when I failed to bring back the supplies. Therefore, we don't have anti-fever and anti-inflammatory drugs for you. Even if there are, I won't give it to you now."

Kerry stopped and looked at me.I thought he should have something to tell me, so I asked, "And then?"

Kerry smiled, "In the end, I just made a correction. Even if you join us, you are not a companion. Everyone here has no companion. Everyone is just a stakeholder who walks because of need."

Stakeholder?It suits them well.No, I can't say it's them anymore, because I'm also one of them now.

In order to survive, abandon humanity.I have long had this consciousness.

Kerry grabbed my right hand and forcibly pulled me up, "Little cat, your first test has arrived."

But I couldn't stand at all, I was too weak.Carrie gave up after several attempts and carried me out on his shoulders.

"The kitten is awake, which one of you will lend him the gun?" Kerry took me out.Then put it on the ground, as gently as possible.

No one responded, "Okay." Al gave me his pistol while compromising with a smile.It is the M1911, also known as the 45 pistol, a .1911ACP caliber semi-automatic pistol produced in 45, designed by John Browning.If I remember correctly, it immediately became the standard pistol of the US military after it was launched.

I know this pistol well, but only in theory.I've actually never used a real pistol except for shooting lessons.

Kerry pointed to the distance, "That's the target, come on kitty."

I followed his fingers and saw that there was a lamppost with a man tied to it, a man with a big body, but bruised all over his body.

"We do a lot while you're sleeping," Kerry teased.

I guess, such as catching this man, and even getting some information from this man.

"You talk too much." Rost said to Kerry.

The man's clothes had been shredded and soaked in blood, and everything below the knees was gone, but I saw a pile of meat-like things not far away.He was no longer struggling.I don't know if he is unconscious or not.

It seems that after me they found a substitute to cheer people up.

"Here, hit him. As long as you get one shot, you can go with us." Al knelt down and patted me on the shoulder, "Don't tell me that there is a living person on the other side and you can't hit him. Such a man. He has skills but dare not kill."

That man must be an ass.

I tried to shoot in the position I had learned, but I couldn't, couldn't stand, couldn't hold.My hands were shaking as I held the gun—not from fear, but from exhaustion.

I could only sit on the ground and shoot with one hand. With such a distance and physical strength, I didn't have that kind of confidence.I can only pray for the blessing of the goddess of luck, well, if there is still a god in this world.

"Don't procrastinate. The result won't change, kitty, I will tear you to pieces!" Yiwei yelled from the side.

I have to admit I'm terrified of Evie.But the first thing I felt about this fit was not fear, but irritability.His tone and words made me restless.

"boom!"

Before I could even react, my mind went blank and I shot.The recoil is a bit stronger than I imagined, and the wound will inevitably rise under such physical strength, so...

"Wow~ Missed the kitten~"