Your Highness, zombies are coming

"It's not just this recording, I also found some information. This pharmaceutical factory seems to be a quite safe place." Colin put the notebook in front of everyone. It was a web page record, and in the center was a top view. The building is the simplest white geometric structure, with a surprisingly large green area, and the outermost perimeter is thick and high cement walls.

"It looks more like a military fortress," Issa said.

"Oh, what's going on with the last two?" Colin's eyes widened, and he said in the tone of someone who had been there: "Callia, you're already at the age where you want to bring a man back for the night, so you still have to take two at once. "

"Unfortunately, that's impossible." Kalia slapped the boy's forehead with one hand, and she kicked the magazines and CDs on the ground, "If you want me to say, the three of you can have sex on the same bed." What you want to do... Humanity will definitely end in the hands of gays."

Her prophetic speech silenced the three men in the room. Colin touched his nose, and he said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I always thought that I could like all the girls except Kalia. I'm glad to meet you all." , I'm Colin."

Then he continued to pull out a few documents with great interest. They were stuffed under a pair of sneakers, which were very conspicuous. "This is the information about that pharmaceutical factory. It started construction in [-] and was completed half a year ago. The owner is the Romchild family. It claims to be researching biological preparations and experiments on mice. The key is, They are very rich, all their companies are not listed, and they can build a decent base."

"Sounds great, will there be many people there?" Roman echoed, he had already picked up the document, pointing fingers at Colin like an insider.

"Hey!" the girl yelled from the other end, "When did you break free from the handcuffs, damn it, I don't want to go on the road with you at all." hands, staring fiercely at the men gathered around to discuss the route. Although she is still a little girl who writes everything on her face, she also understands that in order to survive and reach the base, this little patience is not counted. What.

According to Kalia, the road leaving the town had been blocked by a mudslide a month ago. As she spoke, she looked at Colin with disdain. The latter did not go out together at that time. The girl walked three kilometers alone.You must know that there are not only walking corpses outside, but also strange mutants, and you don't know how lucky she is to come back alive alone.

So their only way out was to run the Klamath River through town, pick up some leftover boat or something, and get out of California.

"I'll take some time to pack my luggage. There are canned fish of various flavors in the warehouse behind. I don't recommend you take the garlic flavor, Mr. Isa." Colin took out a bunch of keys, and he glanced at it in pain. as if he were dueling with pornographic magazines and limited-edition DVDs.

"The warehouse is just behind the corridor, the first room at the corner." Colin took out a small suitcase, which was surprisingly small compared to the collections in his room. He didn't look back, as if throwing away his personal belongings This project has caused him to die.

Issa had no intention of comforting him. After all, young people always have strange ideas, just like Carol once thought of traveling around the world with him... The man suddenly stopped in his tracks. On that day, he had been Staring at the intelligence webpage, the kid seemed to be clamoring to take him on a graduation trip or something, and then he refused without hesitation—after all, no one would bring a brother ten years older to ruin the last bit of college life Well, Issa thought, taking that as a simple joke.

But recalling it now, a certain young man in the rebellious period seemed to be so angry that he didn't say hello and left without calling. If he was not so busy at the time, if he could agree to that naive invitation, he would definitely not let Carlo What kind of forest park do you want to go to, but it's just a hypothesis.

Like a programmed robot, the man looked cold, and some messy emotions made him dizzy. He walked to the corner of the corridor, and instead of paying attention to the long wooden board on the ground, he looked at the iron door. The door, Room 101, Isa quickly found the key, twisted it and pushed the door open.

There was a person sitting inside, but the light was not very good, only the sunlight coming in from a small window.That person seemed to be a bit older, she was wearing a thick skirt with a woolen shawl on top, her hair was silver-gray and tied up in a mess—this seemed to be the grandma Kalia mentioned at the beginning, Issa thought, he thought it was just a story made up by a little liar.

The man took two steps. He couldn't understand how an old man could knit sweaters in such a house with poor lighting and a rotten smell.He scanned the surrounding area, but there was nothing there, obviously he went to the wrong place.

He looked at the old man who had been turning his back to him, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, where is the warehouse?"

Then he heard a coughing sound, very serious, heart-piercing, and Issa even wanted to take two steps to help her—the old lady turned around, still the same uninterrupted throat The sound from inside the tube is actually more properly called a roar.

It was the voice of the dead that Issa heard every day.

Her skin was already wrinkled, tightly attached to her face, and her lower eyelids were stretched, revealing the brown-black inner eyelids, which is the feeling of dehydration that old age cannot produce, and only death can make people become like this.Those same withered hands held two silver woolen needles and some pink yarn balls, as if she was just a kind elder who made clothes for her grandchildren.

She was too old when she was converted into a zombie, maybe her legs and feet were not flexible, this undead walked very slowly, and she had a long open mouth with only empty gums inside.

Issa cursed secretly, and he raised his gun, ready to send the old lady off.

A hand suddenly grabbed Issa from behind, dragged him out of the room, and closed the door of Room 101.Colin stood outside out of breath, he managed to gain some strength, "I forgot that this door panel fell off, I'm sorry, you can't go in, that's my grandma."

"It used to be." Issa opened the bumper, and there were bursts of slapping sounds from the iron door behind her.

"She's the same now, she hasn't done anything." Colin retorted, his eye circles were red, but because of the strenuous exercise, his face looked much more normal. "During that time, I was very scared and didn't dare to go out. Kalia was also talking about it every day, like a mental illness. Only grandma took care of us. Then one day, she was infected."

"She told the two of us very calmly, and then handed the gun to Kalia. She said that she didn't have much time left and wanted to knit us two sweaters for the winter. She had just finished knitting halfway... Then she woke up, and we swore we would send her to meet grandpa." Colin said intermittently, he wiped his eyes, and smiled helplessly: "It's stupid, isn't it? At that time, she will weave clothes in the same way as before, and I will feel that she is still alive and always with us."

"That's just a little bit of her remaining consciousness." Issa patted the boy on the shoulder, and put his hand on the door again.

"Mr. Isa, if your closest person becomes those things, can you kill him yourself?" Colin raised his head and asked loudly.

The man stopped, he thought of the young man who couldn't even find the body, if one day, he saw him, dehydrated, sluggish, looking at himself with the empty eyes of the dead, he could finish with this gun The last vestiges of Carol.He didn't agree to that trip, and he didn't rush to rescue that person in the first place. He didn't know whether a person like him who pushed the youth to destruction could still shoot at the victim without any scruples.

"I just want her to stay here, so that's fine," Colin whispered.

"I don't think it's a good idea at all." A voice cut in, it was Roman, and he didn't know when he was standing here.

He is leaning against the wall, the sun only shines on the lower half of his face, Roman raised the corners of his lips slightly, which made him look like a succubus hidden in the shadows: "Viruses rely on human senses to prey on their prey, so it The vision, hearing, smell and motor nerves of the infected body are retained, but all those parts related to memory and thinking have been completely necrotic, and all the zombie activities you have seen are just increased skills for hunting."

"That is to say, she disguised herself as a human being, knitting a sweater or doing something else to make you relax, and then began to prey." The blond young man came to a conclusion coldly, he pushed open the door, and the act The corpse had already sat back in its original place, and began to straighten the dirty thread.

He raised the small pistol, the one Issa gave him at the beginning, and hit it directly on the forehead. The thing that Colin called grandma fell heavily from the chair, holding it tightly. The hand holding the wool finally loosened.

"I hope everyone can live," Roman turned his head. He looked into the man's eyes, as if analyzing data, carefully and without omission. "I don't know what you'd put above your life, but don't do that. Just tell me and it'll all work out."