Your Highness, zombies are coming

After a long time, through countless times and spaces, almost no one could have imagined that the man who was always by Alphonse III's side was a human from the ancient earth.He does not have a noble surname, and his identity is a mystery. He has distinguished military exploits in defeating the Crusaders of the Pope, and will always be His Majesty's most trusted Marshal of the Empire.No one would know that this mighty general once traveled aimlessly in the last days, waiting for his destined death.

Even the person involved would not have guessed at the time that one day he would command thousands of warships and mechas, shuttle through the stars and flames of war, and use the star map as a chessboard to fight in the universe and the outer space.People of that era could only look up to his name on the long list of battle records, while lamenting the seemingly endless territory of the empire.

But right now, Issa is just a man thinking wildly, with some stubble on his thin face, but his figure is tall and straight. Those old habits left over from joining the army make him look a few years younger, and at the same time, he still retains a more youthful appearance than ordinary people. He was more vigilant—he looked at the woods behind him, where the small bushes shook a few times, and a few yellow leaves fell to the ground.

It is probably a hare, but it is definitely not a zombie. There is no reason for them to learn the skill of ambush—unless those necrotic brains are also fully developed—Isa thought, holding a gun and walking into the woods. There is only the smell of rotting plants, which is not unpleasant. Stepping on the pile of soft fallen leaves, the man walked straight to a big tree.

"Come out," Issa said.

A girl leaned out from behind a thick tree trunk. She looked at the man vigilantly, her eyes resting on the beautiful shotgun in his hand.She wore a baggy short-sleeved shirt with a mess of metal chains around her neck and ears, and looked about fourteen or fifteen.

"...I'm just here to take a look, there's no other meaning." The girl raised her hands cooperatively, her thin wrists trembling in mid-air, she raised her brows, looking very innocent and helpless.

Roman also followed, he was almost like a staff member of a youth rescue organization, sighed in that kind of particularly gentle tone: "Oh my God, you are here alone, don't be afraid, my companion just looks a bit fierce .”

Isa is still holding the gun, showing no sign of softening, it seems that he will hold a weapon at everyone he sees - anyone who can survive for two months in the apocalypse will not be easy, along the way he not only I just met mental patients and bandits who robbed on the road. They killed people and robbed supplies, as simple as eating and sleeping.

"Please, Mr. Guard, she's just a little girl, are you going to duel with her? You've never done this to me..." Roman said.

> "I heard a loud voice, so I stopped by, my house is nearby." The girl added, she looked very thin, it seemed that all the nutrients she had were spent on her height, and her hair was dyed strangely The grayish pink color is cut unevenly.Issa noticed that she also had eyeliner on, her cheeks were terribly clean, and she was clearly living a decent life.

The man put down his gun and asked, "You live alone?"

"And my cousin and grandma." The girl whispered, and then showed a weak smile: "Our family runs a canning factory, and we eat a lot." She looked straight at Issa, as if saying something The sentence is true.

There is only a cannery for the elderly and children, Yisa raised his eyebrows. Now that there is not much food, such a place is like a drug that exudes an attractive smell. Impulse - this is almost as good as a pre-designed trap.

A smiling young man lowered his head halfway, and said in a tone that women would like: "I'm Roman, that's my friend Isa, nice to meet you, lovely lady."

Issa silently looked at the two people who had already chatted in front of her. The girl named Kalia seemed to agree to take the two of them to a house not far away. According to her, the canning factory called Happy Farm specialized in processing Fish in the nearby river, on a branch road not far from here.

After thinking for a while, the man decided to put on the weapon bag behind him. This action only took half a minute. When he turned his head, the strange girl had already held a crossbow against Roman's waist.

I should say, I knew it would happen.Issa looked at the sky and threw away the gun in his hand. Of course, he was not worried about the prince who was held hostage by a minor—unless the other party wanted to, it was impossible for a little girl to point a weapon at her.

"So I like adults, they always treat me as a child." Kalia showed a smile, which was completely different from her threatening gestures, looking innocent and pure.

"You look like the army, gentlemen, where are you going with so many weapons?" The girl had a baggy leather bag around her waist, from which her weapons were obviously pulled out. The metal casing is strong enough to penetrate a human skull.Then she raised her head to look at the handsome hostage, and added: "Well, you should be just a little boy."

Sometimes women's sixth sense is really great, Issa agrees blankly, I hope Roman will end this game quickly, otherwise today's trip will be completely reduced to playing house with a little girl.

"Actually, we got lost." Roman said, standing where he was, showing no sign of resistance. "Issa and I are not interested in your home, and believe me, I really don't like eating canned fish."

"I can't just let you go like this. I know what's going on. You will do everything possible to find my home and kill me." The girl said that at her age, most girls would only consider Shopping, the boy in the next class, and romance novels with pink bubbles, instead of thinking like a war veteran.

But she's still a child after all, Issa thought, and he twisted the wrists tied behind his back. It's not a wise idea to take the enemy home like this-he and Roman were roped together by the little girl, and then Callia followed behind with a crossbow.

"Go to the left," the girl said. She seemed to have set up a lot of traps in this forest. Issa saw a zombie hanging upside down from a tree trunk. Kalia let go of the rope, and the thing fell on its head. Dead - that's pretty much the most creative headshot Issa's ever seen.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a side road, and several white iron houses connected together soon appeared at the end of the road. The happy farm was marked in green and round letters on it, which looked a bit strange. funny.This was indeed a good hiding place. Yisa casually looked at the stainless steel sliding door, which was electric and had been firmly fixed to the ground. They walked in through the small door on one side.

"Okay, it's up to you to answer the question next. The guy next door to you is obviously very good at tricking girls into liking me." Kalia said to Issa, she was sitting on a chair with a weapon in her hand. "The first question is what is your relationship with him."

……

Issa had already thought of various lines, but he obviously didn't expect this one. After a moment of silence, he said, "Roman is my younger brother."

The girl had a look of disbelief, and she blinked at the two of them: "He is obviously an Englishman, how could he be your brother, can you find a better reason?"

"Half father." Issa added coldly: "He and his mother moved to London for a few years."

"That sounds really bad for brotherhood, doesn't it, Mr. Roman." Callia nodded like a real adult.

"You are such a smart man. As you can see, my brother often lectures me or something, but he has always been a good-hearted man. You will like him." Roman said cooperatively.

"I don't like you guys at all, you look like gay guys from a gay bar." The girl said irritably, she fell off her chair like a restless feline, paced the room, and then suddenly came The roar of the machine made her finally explode. "Colin you idiot, you turned on the generator to charge your computer again! Think I'm not home? Do you think I'll still feed you canned corn? Never!"

She yelled angrily, her cheeks were flushed, but the other person stayed upstairs and said, "Hey, you have to come up, I just found something interesting, I promise you will put all your leave me the corn."

Kalia led two tall men angrily up the stairs. She kicked open a half-closed wooden door. The curtains were not even drawn in the strangely messy room. A boy about her age was walking Facing the laptop, typing rapidly on the keyboard, the pale light shone on his face, showing a color similar to that of the wall.

"I intercepted a radio wave with a tape recorder, but that antique was too old and broke after a few minutes of use, but I recorded them." The young man named Colin didn't even look back, he clicked on the audio software.

"We are the Korenlin Rescue Base, which has a well-established community and armed forces. It provides shelter, food, protection and rescue. As long as you are still outside and not infected, you can come to us. The address is Korenlin Third Pharmaceutical Plant, 99 Bird of Paradise Road, Roseburg, Oregon."

It was a recording with a harsh hum, but to everyone present, it was more like a beautiful piece of music that was so beautiful that they wanted to repeat it several times.