Your Highness, zombies are coming

If Roman hadn't gone too far, they would have completed the purchase very satisfactorily, and then returned to the Land Rover to sleep soundly.Thinking of this, Issa stepped on the sudden brake very viciously, and watched with satisfaction that the person next door was thrown out like a roller coaster and bounced back onto the seat.The zombies drawn out this time are simply the highest ever recorded. If attracting monsters is a necessary game skill, then this prince must be a master.

Let's go back to three 10 minutes ago, after the poor shopaholic lady fell to the ground, Issa went on to pick out a few bags of chocolate rings.All kinds of crawling carrion pieces one after another made him more inclined to sweets. After all, the dining environment is not so beautiful in many cases.

When he was content to bite a chocolate bar and was about to walk out of the supermarket, Roman was researching a wine cabinet.It was a two-person counter, sealed in reinforced glass, filled with wonderful liquids of various colors and vintages.

His Royal Highness looked at the counter gloomily, his eyes were moist and sensual, as if he was looking at the lover who was about to say goodbye.He was very interested in those bottles with strange shapes and different names, but the game maker actually sealed them.These are obviously just non-lethal drinks, which are useless for fighting monsters. Could it be mission supplies? Roman touched the glass hesitantly.

Roman walked around the counter with two fists, rubbing his palms excitedly, the structure of this layer of glass is very fragile, no violence is needed, a little sound wave can shatter this nasty thing.What made him even more gratified was that the watch he had just changed was said to be the crystallization of the Imperial Research Institute. It could produce sound waves of various frequencies and perfectly destroy obstacles.In the next second, he lightly pressed a button.

Unexpectedly, the glass shattered all over the ground, almost turned into something as fine as flour under the vibration, and fell to the ground like diamond ashes.His Royal Highness picked up two bottles that he thought were beautiful without looking sideways, and walked out of the supermarket with a shopping basket contentedly.

In fact, the frequency of that sound wave is very low, not within the range that humans can hear, but it is obviously very attractive to another moving thing.

When this pleasant round of shopping was over, the periphery of the supermarket was already densely packed with zombies, the low-level mobs that the prince called, they moved slowly, opened and closed their mouths wide, and let out a roar similar to that of wild beasts .Like when a canine creature feels threatened, it's a demonstration.

Roman avoided the fragile glass bottle and slowly found his gun from the shopping basket. It was stuffed very inside. Roman finally found it in a pile of chewing gum.For a while, he was obsessed with all kinds of retro weapons. These equipment lacking automatic aiming function have a special charm in Roman's eyes. You can be familiar with the habits of these girls, but you can never be sure of her next move.

"Damn it, even if you stare at that gun, it won't bloom a single flower." Issa said bitterly, his eyes resting on the group of zombies five meters away. Instead of swarming as usual, they gathered in a row, blocking the perimeter of the convenience store—it looked no different from prisoners waiting for the cafeteria to open.

I swear to God that I'm not easy to chew. The man standing in front made a promise that even God would not listen. He held a gun in both hands and signaled the pampered paranoid patients to follow behind him.

Issa chose the left side with the lowest density of zombies. Even so, there were still seven or eight pieces of rotting flesh stuck there.However, after he took the first step, there were already two summoned by the Lord, and Issa raised his eyebrows in surprise. In fact, only one of his two bullets hit the head, and he did not. Thinking of the walking vase in the back can help a lot.

Those living dead with only their cerebellum still functioning are already rushing in the direction of the two of them. You must know that the farthest zombie is only ten meters away from them. If they can't break through this tide of corpses within ten seconds, there is no doubt , what remains here will only be a little piece of meat, if you are lucky, if you leave a whole body, you may be able to join the army of the undead.Issa gritted his teeth and thought, while kicking away a corpse with half of its head missing. There are too many of those things. Even if two of them are knocked down, the narrow passage will be blocked by new zombies. die.

The air was filled with the smell of corruption. As the two of them passed, the stench seemed to clog a person's throat, making it difficult to even breathe.There was still 15 meters away from the modified Land Rover, Issa calculated that even in the not-so-bright evening, it became difficult to shoot at close range.He didn't care about his companions behind him, and in fact he didn't have that strength. Even if the dust that just kicked up fell into his eyes, Issa could continue to shoot and continue to rush forward.

If I had to talk about my experience, this journey of less than 30 meters was the worst meeting with the living dead that Isa had ever experienced.He almost brushed against those monsters, and once, or twice, he was about to be bitten by those brown teeth. Under the effect of that goddamn virus, the zombie's jaws bite like a wild dog.Isa saw one of them bite off a baseball bat with his own eyes. At the beginning, because of boredom and other reasons, he also thought about whether the person who died in his hands was considered human.But after seeing those damn things eat the living like a beast, he thought, this is just cleaning up some garbage.

Issa opened the car door and got in quickly.The gunshots behind him didn't stop. The man sitting in the driver's seat looked forward. The headlights had just been turned on. Scattered zombies had already gathered in front of the car door. They patted the body with their heads and dry hands. The humming sound of the lower metal frame being hit hard, the glass of the whole car, even the front window of the driver's seat, is equipped with bear nets, just like some safari cars, only the amount and material of steel They have all been enlarged a lot according to the man's request.

There were only monotonous knocking sounds and the panting sound of the owner in the car. Issa adjusted the steering wheel and waited another ten seconds. He set a limit for himself.Due to the barbed wire, it was not possible to shoot freely inside the car. The black-haired man looked anxiously at the silver cross on the reflector, but he didn't look out, or he didn't dare to do so—he didn't have the impulse to shoot. The condition for going out to help another person is that once he rushes back to the zombie group, no one can guarantee that he will come back.

How cowardly and desperate, Isaacs, the man thought to himself mockingly.

At the countdown to the second, the door of the passenger seat opened, and a young man in white ran in with a shopping basket. Before the door closed, a stiff hand covered in corpse spots got stuck inside the car.

"Really, to be so vengeful." The new companion complained in an aria-like tone, as if he was talking to a girl who didn't want to break up, rather than a grim-faced and screaming zombie.In the next second, the elegant gentleman twisted off the unsightly wrist and closed the car door.

Issa had already stepped on the accelerator, as if he was relieved, he directly bumped into several zombies, and the latter were almost thrown aside.Roman's exclamation came from next to his ear, and the other party was obviously quite dissatisfied with the violent shaking before he had time to put on his seat belt.

When they returned to the interstate and drove to a barren flat land, it had been an hour, and there were no traces of the former human settlements around them, in other words, there were no monsters who had resurrected from the dead.

Roman seemed to be exhausted, and the bad road conditions did not wake him up. He was lying on his side on the half-down passenger seat, his face was peaceful, and his blond hair was spread softly on the black leather chair, revealing a feeling that did not belong to him at all. The luxury and nobility of the last days.

Perhaps this "His Royal Highness" has some basis for his delusional disorder. He probably used to be a son of a rich family or something. Issa rubbed his forehead, and his whole head throbbed faintly due to fatigue and tension. In the way, but enough to keep you from sleeping.

He closed his eyes, and another familiar face began to emerge again, no different from the previous two.The man had a young and insolent appearance, and the short blond hair fixed with hairspray was no different from a hedgehog.In Issa's memory, his younger brother, Carlo, always frowned slightly and looked at the phone impatiently.In the past, he never felt that this was something worth remembering, a picture belonging to his relatives. Until the uneasy brother disappeared, he could only rely on this not-so-pleasant episode to recall.

"I have a graduation trip." The college freshman said lazily while sitting on the sofa. He was holding a travel guide in his hand, and his whole body sank into the sofa.

Issa couldn't remember his answer at that time. At that time, the mercenary business was booming, and a Mexican gangster was annexing the territory of the local mafia. Those gangsters were willing to hire more manpower to drive out the foreign of poisonous insects.The brother's indifferent attitude obviously made Carlo very dissatisfied. He quickly got into his friend's car with his luggage and left without saying a word.

Two weeks after Carlo left, he called home, and before Issa could speak up, his brother said, "Get out of Oakland." The voice was muffled, full of gasps, electromagnetic hum, and unknown background noises.