Desperate Game Cat Hunter

The bullet missed the target at all.I originally aimed at the center of his eyebrows, and the muzzle of the gun was raised so that the bullets completely avoided the man.I am so annoyed!Really stupid!

I immediately adjusted the target to aim at the man's chest, so that even if there was a deviation from my aiming position, there would be a greater chance of hitting the man.

I adjusted, aimed, fired... but nothing happened.

I pulled the trigger again, and still nothing happened.

Panic enveloped me for a while, and I pushed it again and again, but there was no response.

Al covered the gun with his hands, and joked with a smile, "There's only one bullet, honey."

One shot?

"Didn't you say that you only need to hit one shot?!" I wanted to save something, so I turned my head and stared at him.I don't want to be slaughtered like a lamb again, I can't care about my attitude and tone.

He said that as long as one hit is enough, it should be one of many hits, right? !

"Yes, I said it. But there is only one chance." Al retracted the gun in my hand, "I thought you could guess, how many bullets can be loaded in a gun given to you?"

They are on guard, if I really know how to shoot, if there are multiple bullets in the gun, I may run away with this gun, and even if I can't kill them, I can seriously injure them.

"I…………"

"I know you don't want to die." Kerry's cock was facing my head at some point, and I looked at them, not knowing what else to do.

I have come to a dead end.

He looked at Kerry, the man who reminded me again and again not to believe in redemption, and who gave me bread and a bottle of water to save my life this time.But I know that I can't expect him to let me go this time.

It was not Yiwei who executed the execution, so I should be glad.And, maybe I should ask him to be merciful, at least to kill me with a single shot and stop torturing me.

But I couldn't speak.It's too hard for me, I don't want to die, I've said it many times, I don't want to die, not at all.

Kerry looked at the change in my expression, and I guessed he knew what I was thinking. It sounded incredible, but in fact, in the relationship after that, I always wondered if Kerry could read minds or something like that.

Al smiled, "Stop playing, you're going to scare him to tears. Kerry, hand him the gun."

Kerry shrugged and smiled, flipping the gun in his hand so the handle was facing me.

…………

My brain is so slow that I can't react.It took a few seconds before I hesitated to reach for the gun. After I got it, I was still wondering if it was another prank.

Al patted me on the shoulder, "Welcome to join, my kitten. By the way, I hope that one day you won't regret your decision today."

Yiwei looked at me with eyes like gouging out flesh, and he conveyed clearly that he did not welcome me.Rost still didn't have much expression.

It was only after a long time that I realized that the standard that this group takes people requires not only technology, but also the determination to deviate from human nature.The way I desperately wanted to survive and ignore others seemed to please them.And it seemed Al took my body into account.

Maybe I was born to belong to this group of perverts.

"I hope you can forget what we did before, of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to forget." Al continued his words, his tone sounded like he was telling a cold joke, "But you need to carefully consider the consequences before taking revenge. "

I think this sentence means that they will never trust me.But it doesn't matter, Kerry said, they are not partners, even if there is no absolute trust between them.

"Okay, your first mission is to end that person's life, he has no use value," Al thought for a while and continued to add, "This gun's magazine is full, You can rest assured."

He stood up and left, Roster and Evie followed him.

I, Kerry, stayed by my side, but kept quiet.I don't know what else to say, my brain is slow.I don't know if I really saved my life.

It was a long time before I lifted the pistol, and this time I aimed at his nose.The inability to withstand the recoil caused the muzzle to rise, and the gun penetrated his forehead.Although it's not between eyebrows, I'm sure he's dead.

Kerry whistled and I looked up at him and he grinned at me with a raised eyebrow.

Maybe my spear skills can also please them.

I handed him back the gun in my hand, but he didn't take it.

"It already belongs to you." Kerry said while carrying me up again like carrying a big bag without authorization.

My index finger was on the trigger, he made me unsuspecting, and my finger forcefully—

"boom!"

Another bullet was fired, but this time it hit the ground.

I could feel Kerry's whole body stiffen after the gunshot, and even Al who was not far away all turned their heads to look at me.

I immediately panicked and was at a loss.He frantically tried to explain that it was a misfire, but it was really just a misfire.But I was very restless, eager but didn't know how to organize my words, my lips were trembling but I couldn't utter words that could be understood.At this time, it was interrupted by Kerry jokingly, he slapped my buttocks in the posture of carrying me,

"You have to avoid this, it's not a good habit to waste bullets."

I was silent, and had to admit that my favorability towards Kerry had increased.

Although I understand that this person is not an angel either.All good people have gone to see God, and only the devil allows the wicked to stay in the world and do evil.

I was taken back to the car again.Still no medicine, but Kerry brought me biscuits and water.

I hold the compressed biscuit with my right hand and bite it bite by bite.

I killed someone, and I didn't feel sad or guilty, or even disturbed.I even feel lucky that I got back my life and food.I think, even if I can't completely settle down, I can temporarily breathe a sigh of relief.Not everyone has the luck to save themselves before dying.

At least this time, as long as you are careful, you can still survive seven days.

During the day, four people take turns to go out to patrol at different times.I am temporarily out of this because of a serious injury.This RV was full of all kinds of messy things, and there was no place for me to sleep. In the end, Kerry unpacked a few cardboard boxes and spread them on the ground, and then he gave me his quilt to make a quilt for me.To be honest, the smell is not very good, it should have not been washed or replaced for a long time.

It felt good lying on it though, and I fell asleep again in no time.In the absence of medicines and very little food, I can only recover as soon as possible through rest.I don't want to lose the life I finally recovered due to inexplicable reasons.

It was already night when I woke up again.The morphine is wearing off, and the pain has come out.The lights in the car are still not turned on, and I can hear something outside the car slamming the window and slapping the body.I guess it's zombies.The sound of their sharp nails on the glass was unbearable, but there was still some grunting in the car, as if everyone else was sleeping well.

I suddenly thought of the car window with only a few layers of tape on it.But after thinking about it, I suddenly realized that it was impossible for the stiff-moving zombies to climb in through that car window.What's more, I saw Al, today he kept vigil.

He was sitting on a small stool with his back against the car, smoking a cigarette.The red sparks in the darkness would suddenly brighten as he inhaled and then dim again.The stale air was mixed with the smell of tobacco, and I thought of my father when he smoked. How should I put it, it is still the familiar but uncomfortable smell, which has not changed for better or worse. .

I guess he sensed me waking up.Because I made a slight noise when I turned my head to look around, and at that time I saw Al turn his head towards me from the corner of my eye.

But he remained silent and continued to smoke his cigarette.This is very good, at least compared to Yiwei, Al can still give me a relatively at ease feeling, only relatively speaking.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax myself.I need a break, urgently.But it was hard because the pain took away all possibility for me to relax.

It hurts so much.

I persuaded myself, this is not the worst, at least this pain proves that I am still alive.It's better than lying in a corner rotting and smelling.

I wasn't tossing and turning because my body was clearly out of shape.I began to think a lot, such as the school when I was in primary school, the little girl with blond hair I liked when I first fell in love, the starry sky I saw at night when we were camping together, my father who has not returned from a business trip...

I knew I couldn't think about it anymore.Memories are not a good thing.He makes you hesitant and cowardly, and basically, those are just useless things you can't go back to.

But with my eyes closed, I couldn't stop myself from remembering.When one's body is weak it is always impossible to control it.It was my mother who broke into my head this time.

A woman who suddenly disappeared from our small house and came back when zombies were everywhere.It's just that when he came back, he was no longer human.It sounds unbelievable, she became it, but still knows the way back.I firmly believe it was just a coincidence.

I was fuzzy, with many fragments or strange thoughts flying through my mind.It didn't put me to sleep, but it accidentally took my attention away, and the pain wasn't as distinct.

I used this state until dawn.I opened my eyes when I felt the light outside with my closed eyes, and it happened to be early morning, sunrise, and full of clouds.The car is sprinkled with beautiful red.

It's just that the zombies outside the car are not so beautiful.

Al turned a blind eye to the zombies, still holding a cigarette in his hand at this moment, I almost wondered if he had been smoking all night.I know that people living in this world need something to paralyze and forget what they used to look like, but I don't think Al and this group of people need this kind of thing called paralysis, after all, they are a group of monsters.

I tried to sit up by myself when the voice caught Al's attention.He looked over and waved the hand holding the tobacco, the smile on his face could be seen in the slightly red sunlight, loose and playful.

The people in the car woke up one after another.When most people die and sleep forever, it seems that the living can't sleep much, so it seems that the people in the car don't have the habit of sleeping late.

Rost seemed annoyed by the zombies outside the car, but he didn't say anything.When Kerry realized the zombie, he just showed a smile of "I knew it would be like this". The only one who complained and almost got angry was Evie, who was very annoyed by Al's "negligence of duty".

I think it is probably because he has done his duty that others have not done his duty, so the relationship will be more unbearable in his heart.And he himself is an extremely emotional person.

I don't think this emotionality is a good thing.However, this kind of emotional person can still live to the present is enough to illustrate the ability of this person.

Al flicked the cigarette ash, stood up and stretched, and then announced the start of today's morning meeting.

I heard that this is a routine, and it is probably to assign things like what to do today or which direction to go next.In the usual sense, it was Al who made the decision alone, because Yiwei's resistance was ineffective.And Rost and Carey, and even me who joined later, usually kept silent.

At this morning meeting, I learned the identity of the man who died at my gun yesterday.It's people who belong to a small group, a small group like ours, who prey on others for their own survival.However, the fighting ability may not be as strong as Al's. According to Al's estimation, "they are just a bunch of rabble."The tricky thing is that there are so many of them.

It was also their masterpiece that Kerry failed to load supplies last time.It is said that in their opinion, since they came late, it is impossible to pack up the supplies and "steal" them in a short time. It would be better if no one can get a fire.

He came to investigate yesterday, but unfortunately, he fell into Yiwei's hands.

No one can make a tough bone in Evie's hands.I'm serious, no one.

The morning meeting was extremely simple.Al was short and to the point, since they're trying to cut us off.Then we can't make them feel better, can we?

And most importantly, we need supplies.Both food and water, the most important medicine for me, are needed.There is never too much of these things, just like money in the age of civilization.

After Al finished speaking, he turned to look at me with a mischievous smile.

I knew something bad was going to happen.

I also need to be part of this operation.I heard him announce it lightly.

The action is a group of two people, free combination, my joining means that one person will be left alone.Then the meeting ends, and everyone goes to the truck to get the weapons they need.

It was Al who opened the car door. He opened the car door with one hand, and the dagger in the other hand slashed across a zombie's neck vigorously. The forehead of a zombie next to it.After solving the two zombies at the car door, he walked down calmly.

The remaining five or six zombies were dealt with by Rost and Yiwei who went down next.

I was about to get up and follow them down when Kerry stopped me and told me to wait.Then he gave me another shot of morphine.

"Want to join me?" Kerry asked lightly.

I watched him put the syringe casually into a drawer.There are no disinfection measures, and I know that if I need to inject next time, it will probably be this syringe.Like a bunch of drug addicts gathering together.

"I'm asking about you kitten," he said, closing the drawer and looking back at me.

"What's the difference?" I asked seriously.I was already ready to place an order.

"Well," Kerry pondered for a moment, then turned around and smiled at me, "The difference is probably that I'm the closest human being here."