Your Highness, zombies are coming

"July 26, [-], sunny, California."

"Today's temperature may be a little hotter than yesterday, 35 degrees Celsius or higher," Isa wrote with a pencil, which was only an inch long, and his saber was not suitable for sharpening such delicate small sticks.This is the pencil he took out casually in the hotel he passed by last month, with some black blood stains on it.But he doesn't care anymore, for the people who are still alive, what is practical is the best.

Issa was half lying in the driver's seat of the military Land Rover. He watched the vignette of the scorching sun in the desert expressionlessly. The feeling of compressed biscuits rolling in his mouth was not so pleasant.He turned the short pencil in his hand and continued to write...

"The situation here is much better than near San Francisco, where the undulating terrain has caused most of the zombies to gather in the center of the city. They are forced to be crammed into narrow streets, very close to the meat cans."

Issa paused when he wrote this, and he crossed out the word canned.

He's just finished packing boxes of canned tuna, and this disgusting association will keep him from eating meat for two days.He seriously described the pile of zombies as feces, and then wrote down with satisfaction—"The wilderness near Callihaus is very suitable for avoiding those monsters. There are no human habitation and no viruses."

"So far, on No.60 day, I found four uninfected humans. Unfortunately, they are all suffering from severe mental illness, and there is no possibility of safe escape at all."

The action of bowing his head and writing made Issa a little uncomfortable. He stretched his hands and feet, and listened to the sound of his fingers in satisfaction.It was a peaceful morning, no lingering zombies, no stench, bright sunshine, and Issa thought he should thank God.

When he saw a figure moving towards him tens of meters away, this little satisfaction was offset.He took out the sniper rifle, which was not very practical and heavy. It couldn't move quickly in the crowd of monsters, and the zombies couldn't kill them all at once.Issa's favorite thing to do is to use the scope that comes with the gun.The goal was the heat waves and the grass cages rolling around in the Gobi. Issa held his gun and looked around for a few minutes.

The creature he saw just now seemed to be a mirage, and he couldn't care less about it.The rough camouflage uniform made him very uncomfortable. The temperature in the car was not low, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.Every inch of skin exposed to the air would be a chance for the mouths of the group of living dead, he reminded himself cautiously, taking out the kettle and pouring water directly on his face.

The brief cool down made him feel much better. Issa checked the Austrian Rolloc once. This large-caliber submachine gun has a strong recoil and saved his life more than once.There were still three magazines in the box, and he told himself to himself that he must go to the police station in the next city.Although that would not be a pleasant experience, zombies are not completely unconscious creatures, and most of them retain some inertia in life.In other words, the undead who were formerly policemen tended to be more aggressive than the zombies transformed by ordinary people.Those monsters in police uniforms are good at group activities and are more sensitive to sound.

Issa started the car and turned on the automatic navigation at the same time. When the earth was in chaos, the satellites in the sky were operating more efficiently than usual.The asphalt road in the desert is as flat and greasy as ever, and the smell of these dark compounds being heated to melt by the sun is so uncomfortable that you don't want to breathe.Issa has been driving on this state road for two days. This uninhabited road is very clean. Even the gas station does not have those nasty living dead. It seems that people are unwilling to use this wilderness as their last refuge. They all evacuated.

So when he saw a living person walking out of the intersection, Issa took off his sunglasses in disbelief. He knew very well that there was no zombie in front of him.Those corrupted creations are gray-green when viewed from a distance, and the dust and corrupted skin quickly browned the original color of human beings, making them look no different from garbage.But the person walking in the distance was almost so white that it reflected the light. He was obviously a Caucasian, and he was still wearing light-colored clothes, as if he was afraid that others would not see him.

This very rare living human walked up to the Land Rover that suddenly braked, put one hand on the window next to the driver's seat, and gave the driver a very bright smile.

This is definitely the brightest and most heartless smile Issa has seen in two months.Undoubtedly, this blond handsome guy is very eye-catching, his facial features are as exquisite as a sculpture, and Issa can't even see the pores on his face.Even his clothes are brand new and neat, probably the most fashionable style nowadays, Issa is not so sure about it.

Such a person should never appear in the context of the end of the world.This blond young man has a ruddy and lazy complexion, as if he just got off work from the studio of the romantic drama next door and wants to hitch a ride home.

"Hi, handsome guy." The young man of unknown origin continued his strike-up session. "Your car seems to be empty, I mean... can I get a ride to the nearest city?"

Issa didn't speak, he took out the gun, this kind of tool can often make people tell the truth, tremble or wake up.But there was nothing wrong with the other party at all. He seemed to think that Issa could not understand English, so he repeated his intention in French and Spanish.

The man sitting in the car turned his head sideways, glanced at the rearview mirror, and fired a shot very smoothly.A one-armed zombie fell to the ground, having just walked to the back of the car when the youth accosted him.On a hot day, these things smell horrible, like rotten eggs and rotting meat in the microwave.

The fugitive from the end of the world hesitated for a while, he opened the car door, pulled the blond young man in, stepped on the gas pedal, and quickly moved away from the slowly advancing zombies behind him, within ten seconds.

Issa's French is not good. The man in the passenger seat obviously thought he was a Frenchman or an immigrant, and spoke French very smoothly.After Issa confirmed that there were no zombies trailing him and slowed down, he lit a cigarette and said dryly in English, "Sir, I think your French test must be very high, but I can't understand it."

"Oh, you finally replied to me." The latter replied in English very gratified. He straightened his long fluffy hair and continued to ask with his trademark smile: "Which RPG game are you playing? I've seen very low level mobs so far, and your level is obviously much higher than them. Did the game management make a mistake?"

Issa looked at the poor man silently. He should be a patient who couldn't bear the blow and fell into paranoia.This is a good idea. Everyone is just fighting monsters and upgrading. In fact, the end of the world is a simulation version of the RPG game.Unfortunately, no one has the chance to be resurrected.

"These little monsters are good at group attacks." Issa replied very cooperatively. When necessary, he is very considerate of the mentally ill.

The conversation that followed was nothing short of a nightmare. For the first time, Issa discovered that the lethality of paranoia was far greater than that of a dozen zombies.

"Oh my God, you are using such outdated weapons and vehicles. Could it be that the background setting of this game is retro... I have never seen such exquisite original equipment. You know, game companies are very popular now. Lazy, they will just modify the existing weapons and put them directly in the game, there is no novelty at all. Which manufacturer is this game, oh...it’s so beautiful, I must sponsor them.”

Issa tried to look out of the window. The man in the next seat was holding a piece of compressed biscuit and observing it very carefully in the sunlight.It is also a good deed to let people immerse themselves in sweet dreams. Issa did not intend to remind the man of the cruelty of reality. At least the humans encountered this time know that zombies are monsters to fight, and they will not foolishly wait to be redeemed by the Lord.

They stopped at a roadside rest stop, which wasn't as clean as the previous place, which had been ransacked by zombies.Human and animal stumps were scattered all over the road, and a few crows with all their feathers molted were wandering around. Their eyes were covered with yellow-white mucous membranes, and they had clearly entered the category of zombie birds.

"..." Issa originally wanted to call the young man by his name, only to realize that in the long afternoon, the young man was immersed in terrible paranoia and couldn't extricate himself from it, and he didn't mention any information about himself at all.The man asked helplessly, "I'm Isa, what's your name?"

The young man smiled apologetically. His etiquette is very good, and his words and sentences are the most standard British English. "I'm Alphonse Roman von Andrew, the second prince of the empire. You can call me Your Highness Roman. I'm so sorry it took me so long to tell you."

Isa opened his eyes wide, the corners of his mouth were trembling a little, but the other party still looked embarrassed and the corners of his ears were red.In the face of such a powerful and incomprehensible paranoia, Issa found himself completely powerless to refute.He said: "It's an honor to meet you...Your Highness Roman, now I need your cooperation, let's go shopping together."

It was dusk now, and they were docked outside the rest station.It's a well-appointed little place, with everything from gas stations to motels left untouched.There used to be quite a few people staying here, and the dried blood on the ground and corpses in the corners showed that there was a lot of people in the past.

After Issa repeatedly confirmed that the great Roman Highness is a teammate who knows how to use guys, he chose a small light pistol for the opponent.Although a mental patient, a mental patient with strong logic and strange common sense is also rare.

The neon lights of the small supermarket in the middle of the rest stop were still blinking, God knows how long the generators in this place were, but the blue and red lights made the already bad atmosphere more like a cheap horror movie.

Issa let go of Roman's sleeve, even though he didn't want to.He put his head next to the other's ear and whispered: "Those ghosts have good hearing. You can throw stones in the open space to lure them out, but don't speak loudly."

The itching around his ears made Roman shrug his shoulders, and he returned a smile, wondering if it was because his facial features were too beautiful, which looked illusory and unreal in the twilight.

The glass door of the store has long been shattered to the ground, and it is inevitable that people will make a fine friction sound when stepping on it.Issa turns on the flashlight and slowly sweeps across the store.Most of the merchandise is still in its original location, and aside from the messy floor, the store is perfectly fine for reopening.Before that, there needs to be customers, Issa thought idly.

Roman seems to have a natural lack of nervousness. He walks casually and even lifts a shopping basket from the counter.Even for ordinary shopping, he brought out his flawless royal temperament to the fullest.He waved his hand at Issa, motioning for the other party to excuse him so that he could select the goods more carefully.In fact, the blond-haired prince is looking forward to his wife's series of cooking seasonings. His hands are vacillating on the curry and black pepper sauce, as if it takes a lot of perseverance to make up his mind.

It doesn't matter whichever you pick it's free, the cashier is underground, for god's sake he doesn't care that much.Issa cried out inwardly, and finally he walked over and put a row of condiments into Roman's basket, who seemed to protest this extravagance.

If you exclude the occasional bloodstains on the shelves, shopping in the supermarket is basically a very easy job.The supermarket is full of rotten raw meat, but the zombies obviously don't like it.

While Issa was looking for his favorite potato chips, a cart slid over.If in a supermarket under normal circumstances, this is quite natural.However, this is obviously not a good thing for California, which has been swallowed by the zombie virus.

Issa took a step and hid behind the shelf.

This is a rare female zombie. Generally, women and children will not be transformed into zombies, because they have been eaten up before that.The one in front of her was, at least, a girl with a good figure when she was alive. Her hair was dry and scattered around her neck, and she was wearing a pearl necklace there.The woman's entire body was dehydrated, and the oils secreted by the dead limbs made the cotton clothes cling to her, making her appear unusually thin.

It puts a cart on a bottle of tomato pulp with one hand, and very smoothly plugs the bottle into the hill of goods.This lady obsessed with shopping obviously stayed in the supermarket resolutely at the last moment of her life.After being completely infected by the virus, this will remained in its cerebellum, and it continued to execute it.

It's really respectable, shopping until the earth is destroyed.Issa seriously raised the gun, which had already been fitted with a suppressor, and he was sure that this shot would hit its cerebellum very accurately, and send this lovely lady shopping in heaven—if there was a store there.