Desperate Game Cat Hunter

The closest human being of all?

"I didn't hear that there are humans here." I stated that the effect of morphine is really good, the pain has been relieved, although it is addictive and you will get into more trouble.

"I don't mean rejection, you know. It's hard for me to survive like this." I continued, "I'm just stating a fact."

The truth is, there are no humans left here, including me, and soon there will be none.

Kerry spread his hands indifferently, and then motioned for me to try to move around.I got up and walked a few steps, which was fine.With the supplement of food and morphine analgesic effect, it is much better than yesterday's situation of being unable to move an inch.

I was about to get out of the car when, out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly realized something was flying over.I stretched out my hand to catch it, just like when a classmate threw an eraser and I caught it handsomely.

But obviously, my estimate of my right hand was too optimistic.The thing crashed into my hand and flew out.I have no strength in my right hand, even though most of the pain is gone.

"Kitty is in my group." Al stood at the door of the car, holding both sides of the door with both hands, inviting me.

I don't think he heard about Kerry's invitation to me just now.

Kerry helped me pick it up, it was a dagger with a dagger holster, it must have been thrown to me by Al.I took it from Kerry.

I glance back at Kerry, who shrugs and walks past me, and Al lets go of one hand to let him go.

Kerry quit and I teamed up with Al.

Never thought I would be so popular.I don't think it's a good thing to be in the same group as me. I'm a novice and I'm sick.I stated my doubts to Al without reservation.

I don't want to be played around unsuspectingly again, at least let me be prepared.So I need a reason for them to choose me as a companion.

"You're more interesting." Al said half-truly and with an exaggerated expression, "I'd be bored to death with them."

I didn't ask any more questions.When they got out of the car, they were basically fully armed, and the only equipment on my body was a gun and the dagger that Al threw to me.

I smiled wryly, yesterday's prediction that I would survive seven days was still too optimistic.

Kerry and Rost are in a group, and Yiwei is alone.It's not incomprehensible. Although Kerry came out later, he is indeed a better choice than Yiwei.

And Yiwei is really suitable for going it alone, venting without restraint.On the contrary, if there is a partner, I think he will definitely quarrel with the partner first, and then fight the partner.

Yesterday, I got the location of their base from that man's mouth, which is an abandoned factory.It is said that they have been entrenched in this city for several days.

We set off towards that factory together.Not very far.Yiwei still wiped out the wandering zombies along the way, excitedly like a student going out for a spring outing.I'm more worried that this will alarm them and whether Yiwei will run out of bullets later.

But it was limited to worrying, and no one made a sound to stop him.I don't want to be this unlucky person.

When we were about to arrive at the abandoned factory, the three of us separated.Yiwei entered from the front as the vanguard, while Al and I sneaked in from the side door, and Rost and Kerry were responsible for eliminating all possible survivors.

Because it was very smooth when entering, and there was no one, I mean living people.Only a large group of zombies were easily wiped out by Yiwei.

According to the man, there were at least ten of them.However, we only found several fragments of corpses with their skeletons torn apart at the scene.

Kerry guessed that their factory was captured by zombies last night.We also felt that the zombies last night seemed a little unusual, like wolves on a full moon night.I can still remember the sound of their fingernails scraping the car windows.

Rost found their supplies and put them in a room in the factory.There are so many that it is exciting.

They should be the same as the nomads, arriving at one place, staying there until the supplies are exhausted, and then moving to another place.So this room holds all the supplies they collected.

Kerry whistled, "It looks like a pretty scene, doesn't it?"

The four of them made fists to decide who would drive over to load the supplies.I didn't take part because I don't know how to drive.Kerry always seems to be unlucky in this regard, and it's him to load the supplies again.

I think my luck is pretty good. If there is a battle today, I think my chances of surviving are pitifully small.

Kerry has already gone back to drive helplessly, and Rost has also gone back, because someone needs to watch over the RV.

Yiwei rummaged through the supplies, picking up his favorite food and his favorite gun.Al didn't stop him, he stood at the door with me, lighting a cigarette, looking thoughtful.

Al is a person who advocates clear rewards and punishments. Yiwei wiped out all the zombies here alone—although it was only because of luck, he was the pioneer and opened the door first.But he is still the person who plays the most role in this battle, so he has the right to choose his own spoils, as long as he likes.

Everyone is doing what they need to do, and it seems normal.But the so-called accident happens when you are unprepared, even if you are careful, it is impossible to prevent it.

I suddenly heard a voice.

It sounded like someone walking, very close, but a little slow.I was about to turn around and look towards the corridor, but suddenly Al grabbed my back and pushed me towards the corridor.

Losing my balance, I scrambled subconsciously to try to grab something to keep my balance—and then I did grab something, to be precise, I threw myself into something's arms, I raised my head,

What caught my eye was a magnified face that was already rotting—a zombie.

Because Al pushed me over, I almost threw myself into the arms of this zombie.In fact, it had grabbed me, drawn me to it, and opened its fetid mouth.

As long as I was bitten by it, even if it was just a little scratched by the teeth, I would get infected.What's more, I believe it is definitely planning to bite off a piece of my meat now.

In desperation, I raised my still movable foot and kicked its leg. The feeling was disgusting, like kicking a layer of mud, soft and sticky, and the rotten flesh flew out. My shoes directly touched it. down to its bones.It lost its balance and fell over.

But it's not over.It didn't let go of my hand, and I fell down with it and threw myself on top of it.My hand sank into its chest, well, it was a woman when it was alive.

It doesn't hurt.Without pausing at all, it opened its mouth again and bit me...

I raised my left hand to block its gaping mouth.I have a plank and bandages on my left hand to immobilize my broken bones.They saved my life.

It immediately released my left hand and tried to attack again, but I didn't give it a chance.When it pounced again, I quickly pulled out the dagger stuffed in the boot with my right hand, met the force of it pounced, and inserted it into its forehead...

The responsiveness surprised even myself.Survival is the instinct of all living things, and it can inspire infinite possibilities.

Moreover, its skull is not very hard, as if it is a plank that is close to decay.Plugging in can be said to be a breeze.

I quickly rolled off of it and away from it.It cannot be taken lightly until it is completely dead.

But it seemed to be very successful. It struggled a bit but couldn't get up, and the extent of the struggle became smaller and smaller.It will soon die, really die.

I suddenly remembered something.Quickly and like crazy, I removed the bandage from my left hand.Thank goodness the rotting cock hadn't soaked through the bandage and contaminated my wound.

I don't want to die, let alone become a zombie.

"Great job~ Kitten~" Al clapped his hands and applauded enthusiastically and with a smile, as if he had watched a circus performance.

If I remember correctly, he was the one who pushed me towards that zombie just now. If I had been a little slower or weaker, I would have died by now.

I stare at him.The smell of rotten flesh on the chest of the female zombie just now was on her hands.

But he didn't seem to notice my eyes, still smiling, and said to me to the pair of supplies, "You can also pick your trophies~"

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I gave up.It's impossible for me to resist him, I don't want to do nonsense.Even if I now demand justice from him or fight me because he just pushed me, it doesn't make much sense, except to make me die faster.

I compromised and rummaged through the supplies.Nothing special, I found medicines, got new bandages and my badly needed anti-inflammatories, and pain meds, I couldn't keep up the morphine shots myself.Addiction can turn into a big nuisance in this age of scarce resources.

In addition, I also found a few clean clothes and a quilt inside.The clothes didn't fit well, but I didn't mind, because I was tired of wearing clothes that smelled like carrion and my own blood.

I seemed to have angered Yiwei when I was looking for supplies.He felt that he was the only one qualified to pick the loot this time, and I kept silent and avoided the area where he was looking for the loot.It didn't lessen his anger though.

After getting the "trophy", I sat on the sidelines in a daze.Honestly, I'm getting depressed again.Al made me realize that it was too early to be happy.I'm not out of the role of a pet.

I'm not sure if the others Al would have pushed them in that position just now, but he certainly didn't hesitate when I wanted to push me.Because I'm the most useless of them all.I stayed yesterday only because they miscalculated the strength here. They thought it would be a fierce battle here, so they need helpers, the more the better.

We realized Kerry had arrived when we heard the sound of a car outside.At this moment, Yiwei is holding a lot of things, enjoying his food and other things.

Kerry came down to carry the supplies, but neither Al nor Evie wanted to help, and they left after Kerry arrived.And I can't help it.I'm lucky that my arm isn't messed up.

Kerry noticed the things beside me, and after knowing the reason, he smiled, as if looking at the childish behavior of a child, and said, "Little cat, you are really cute."

I knew he was saying this as a polite way of disapproving.It seems stupid to choose only these things when you can choose all kinds of materials you want.But for now, that's all I need.I don't really want to explain to him, you can't explain some things clearly to a person whose three views are different from yours.

The loading of materials by one person is very slow, and as much material as possible must be loaded into the truck for us to take away.Kerry told me to wait for him in the car, which I did.

The sun was shining brightly, and I was drowsy in the car.I reluctantly changed the bandage myself and used anti-inflammatory drugs.The bandages were messy, but after all, I felt more at ease than using recycled bandages before.

I barely closed my eyes and rested for a while, and after a while I took a few more painkillers.I didn't want to eat it at first, because I thought it was too extravagant, but the pain was so painful that I couldn't feel at ease.To be honest, the painkillers are not as effective as morphine, because in my opinion, the pain level is basically not relieved.

It took Kerry almost a whole day to load the supplies, and it was already dark when he got into the car.

The sound of the car door opening opened my eyes for the first time.

Kerry: "Woke you up?"

I rubbed my temple with my relatively intact right hand, "No, I didn't fall asleep in the first place."

He got in the car and put on his seat belt.I was about to drive, but suddenly stopped, and leaned over to help me put my seat belt on.When he passed me, he was very close, but my body didn't want to guard against his move.

I think Carrey was definitely a popular guy before the zombie outbreak.He can always give people a gentle feeling, even if his nature is cruel.

Such people are terrible.

The scariest people in this team are Al and Kerry.

It's Rost again, but he's really the one who kills for survival, while the others are basically people who kill for fun.So the terrible thing about Rost is that he has hope but he can still kill without blinking most of the time, and he also hates cumbersome people like women and children.A sane schizophrenic.Just like he is a butcher now, but he is still a Christian, and he will always make the sign of the cross on his chest after killing someone.

But it's ridiculous, even if I understand it.I am still most afraid of Yiwei, because he is too...too weird and too freewheeling.I think if he died, the most likely death was at his hands.

The car was driving in the night, my eyes were squinted, and my brain was dizzy.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep to the sound of the car's engine.Maybe the sound gave me the illusion of being back in civilization and made my body relax.

I don't know when we got back to where we started.And Kerry didn't move me after arriving.He just got out of the car alone and closed the door for me by the way.I slept well that night, although I woke up with a sore neck like a stiff neck.

After a brief "morning meeting" the next morning, we decided to leave the city.

Al and I were in the van and he was driving.

The drivers of the wagons also took turns, like a night watch.And the reason why I'm in this car, besides the fact that I woke up here in the morning, is another important reason is that I don't really want to have a direct contact with Yiwei.

You have to admit the fact that Yiwei is the lunatic among the perverts.Do things not according to the rules and common sense, and follow one's inclinations.More importantly, he was hostile towards me.It is a terrible thing for such a person to be hostile to himself.No matter how valuable you are, he will probably shoot you and kill you.

I kept staring at the streets I passed, I grew up here, everything should be familiar to me.But the desolation made me feel that this is a city I have never been to, and I don't know it anymore.

Broken shop windows, corpses lying on the side of the street, and wandering people who don't know whether they should be dead or alive.

"You'd better close your eyes and sleep," Al said suddenly.

I turned to look at him, "Why?"

He was silent for a while.He didn't turn his head, and he didn't have the usual loose feeling. The profile of his face gave people an illusion of determination.Keep your eyes on the road ahead.I suddenly felt that he was like the hero in a movie I watched a long time ago, that person was a soldier, and the ending of the movie was that all his comrades in arms died, only he survived.

Al suddenly spoke and interrupted my recollection of that movie.

"This is going to be your last memory of this city, and if you stare at it now, you'll be stuck in the dreams it's made of," Al explained. "My brother used to tell me he was dreaming , about the city we left."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that Al is different at this time, probably because he thinks of his younger brother.

Although, their previous words faintly revealed the fact that his brother was killed by him.

But Al's mask was immediately shattered, because he turned his head and smiled at me as he drove the car, the playful and loose kind—his signature smile.

"If you have already decided to go on the road with us, let's abandon the past, kitty." Al said, "We don't need humans in our team."

I was silent for a moment, "I see." Then I followed his advice and closed my eyes.

The car drove away from this city full of memories, and since I left here, I am no longer a human being.