Your Highness, zombies are coming

"I'm glad you didn't forget me." When the symbiosis was turned on, the computer that thought it was human yelled in an abandoned voice. Roman blocked it last night. He didn't have the habit of letting people record the whole process of sex.

"It's really strange here, with 240 infected people, the level of X virus in the air is abnormally low."

"That's normal, no one wants to kill themselves at home." Roman squatted on the roof of the car, and he looked around. To him, those living dead who kept rushing over were as insignificant as the dust in the air , the situation here further confirmed his guess that the spreader of a certain virus was not far away from them.

"Can you torture someone after you find him? Your Highness, you must know that the torture system has never been activated." Azathoth said in that impatient tone. After arriving on Earth, this always serious brain is more like Infected by some violent computer virus.

Roman looked down, the thing on the hood was looking at him with three pairs of eyes, the brown liquid overflowing from its mouth kept dripping, like a person who had been hungry for three days saw a big meal, it was almost Looking at Roman affectionately.

It's a pity that it is doomed to let it down, Roman's hand has been placed on the machine gun, this weapon was fixed on the roof of the car by the man who died earlier, some blue particles are hovering around it, the outer particles penetrated this era The alloy is changing its basic properties, density, bearing pressure, and thermal conductivity at a speed of one thousandth of a second. From the outside, this is still a military machine gun, but its range and attack power have reached tens of thousands The level of technology in years to come.

The mutant is not as heavy as it looks, it lowers its body, its eight claws are slightly closed, like some jumping insects, it leaps upwards, with a height of nearly two meters, it just moves towards the delicious food from top to bottom. The prey pounces, of course, the latter is actually some distance from that adjective.

"Do you need a protective cover? It looks like a sticky monster from the Curt galaxy, and the smell must be terrible." Azathoth suggested in a butler's tone.

Roman pointed the gun in the air. Under the direct sunlight, the thing that pounced was more like a ghost hiding the sky and the ground. Some bullets shot directly into the center of its body. It looked insignificant, and then it looked like a strong corrosion Like a sexual substance, with those few bullets as the center, it keeps expanding. The holes that appeared on the mutant’s body have penetrated its back. Those holes are getting bigger and bigger, and finally intertwined together, like the spider The body has become hollow, and sunlight has gradually passed through those hollow parts.

The mutant fell to the side of the car like a piece of real carrion. Roman looked a few hundred meters away, where the big convoy was clearing the road. It only took 10 minutes for this dilapidated little jeep to be back in the queue. .

Roman glanced at the living corpses under him. Those dead creatures had their mouths open, their stiff necks could only look straight ahead, and they kept moving forward because of the unsatisfied hunger—no matter who the virus maker was, "His" purpose can only be to destroy all traces left by human beings.

After invalidating the modified machine gun, Roman returned to the carriage, which was filled with the bloody smell of another person, but the air quality outside was already extremely poor, so he didn't need to care about the slightest smell anymore.

The other two people in the car just sat where they were, with unanimously expressionless faces, as if they had just finished an awkward fight. Roman thought of that lovely God, and felt that it was really his old man’s blessing. It was great, they had a conflict, Never worry about this unlovable woman again.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I mean it, I'm sorry." Luna didn't turn her head, she lost her previous aggressive aura, her voice was not loud, it sounded a little hoarse.

Roman began to have a bad guess. He looked at Issa, sizing him up almost like a scanner, and then he grabbed the other's left wrist. Under the loose sleeve, there was a thumb-wide scratch, and Not deep, just like the little injuries that people encounter in daily life.

"I didn't hide well. I was discovered by that monster. Your brother was scratched to save me." Luna said it in the simplest and clearest way.

"It should be a scratch, ma'am." Roman said, he looked at Issa carefully, and the other person leaned on the back of the chair as if nothing happened—he closed his eyes, his eyelashes curled into a nice arc, and he almost wanted to Let Roman kiss the arc.

He didn't say anything, and that was the scariest thing.

Roman held the other's hand, only feeling that he was a little far away from Issa. In fact, the two of them could not get any closer. He pressed against the man's ear and whispered, "Give me a day, and I will find a solution." , Issa."

Half a minute, or maybe a minute passed, the man who was no different from a stone sculpture finally nodded, then he opened his eyes and looked out the window as if looking at the scenery.

"Don't stare at me with dead eyes. I haven't reached that point yet. If there is, I will solve it one step ahead of time." Issa said, he seemed to want to shake off the other's sticky hand, and he just lifted it halfway , put it back again.

"Actually, even if you become a zombie, there will be a solution..." Roman added unwillingly, and then he received a murderous look from the other party.

"Don't ever think about doing this, even if I become one of those things, you will be the first target I want to die." Issa turned his head, and the young man stared at him as usual, frowning slightly, eyes There is still some moisture, and the messyly beautiful face can hardly make people look away. Even though he knows that the essence and appearance of this alien are completely different things, the man still feels that the person beside him is also very uncomfortable.

Issa patted the side of the opponent's head lightly. The opponent's blond hair was cold and softly slid over his fingertips. Roman approached a lot more like cooperating. He suddenly laughed, and then said: "You can Bite me anytime, it's fine now."

The little bit of reluctance that had arisen just now, as well as the strange feeling of tightness in the chest, disappeared completely in an instant.The man directly pushed a certain idiot who came to the door begging to be bitten to the other end, and the latter posted it again unwillingly.

Issa came back to his senses, and he found Luna looking at the two of them through the rearview mirror. "I won't disclose this matter. I will allocate a remote house when I go back. The choice is up to you."

The place where the car passed gradually quieted down, and the number of zombies became scarce. This vast flat land was filled with all kinds of severed limbs. Just avoid those hill-like piles of corpses, and you can walk without hindrance. Moving forward, Luna turned on the communicator, and the sound of the radio exchange echoed, and it took a long time to connect to the signal from the large team.

"Thank God, boss, you didn't get eaten by zombies or turned into those things to meet us." The man on the other end said gigglingly, but he was obviously relieved. "Jamie kept asking me to turn the car around and look for you, but I said no, you can crawl out of the zombie pile alone."

"Did you spot the target?" Luna asked.

"Those idiots are hiding in the gas station, surrounded by zombies, and they haven't been able to rush in yet. I hope there are no zombies in there. I don't want to see a room full of infected people." Infected human beings, they lay there in pain, praying for a normal death, but unwilling to give up the possibility of surviving—you can only stand beside him, hold a good gun, and at the moment before the transformation Give him a ride.

Luna cut off the call, and the atmosphere in the back became more and more severe. As the one who made the mistake, she didn't say a word. At this time, even if she said a word, it would be useless, and it would only increase the number of relatives of the injured. The urge to kill yourself—it has to be said that a woman's sixth sense is always horribly accurate.

Roman sat there quietly, massive formulas and information calculated in megabytes were being processed by Azathoth, the noisy brain finally calmed down, it kept screening any means that could deal with the X virus, In the end, only a few short messages were left.

"If we want to modify the genes of Mr. Chris, we need a nanoscale laboratory." The symbiont said that he obviously felt that this was impossible, and his voice was too low.

"Keep searching. It's just a low-level virus that the medical department doesn't care about. There is no reason for the technology of the Academy of Sciences to lose to him." Roman dropped the command and didn't look at those annoying data anymore. The numbers piled up in his mind, but at this time it was useless.

At this time, the car had already stopped in front of the gas station, and the two cars in front were already in the middle of the road. Some people climbed onto the roof and shot at the corpses rushing up from below. Some of the living dead gathered here Two or three hundred of them were obviously attracted by the previous fireworks.

"If you find it inconvenient, you can stay in the car." Luna finally said, carrying a big guy whose size was far from hers, and knocked the dozen or so zombies on the ground.

The car door was slammed shut by the girl, and the two people who hadn't spoken to each other were still sitting there. The atmosphere was so embarrassing and gloomy—there was another gentleman's corpse on the passenger seat, and Roman She looked at him cautiously with the eyes of a companion who was about to step into the coffin.

"Your palms are full of sweat." Issa said dryly, and then felt that this was a really boring topic. Since 10 minutes ago, the hands of the two have been tightly held together, as if no one wants to let go in advance like.

"Really?" Roman replied as if sleepwalking, and then he looked at the man's left wrist, the skin near the wound was turned outward, revealing the faintly blackened interior.

Issa let him hold it up, anyway, it was just the end of death sooner or later, he decided to be more tolerant to some bastard, and as soon as he made this decision, he regretted it - some pain, and wet touch from his wrist It came from everywhere—the pervert actually licked it, and still held his hand tightly.

"That monster must have stepped on a lot of dead human flesh, and then it hurt me with that paw." Isa stared coldly at Roman, who was like a puppy, licking his wounds recklessly, as if he even listened to human words don't know.

Then the large dog found a strip of cloth and completely covered the wound. "I said, even if you become a zombie, I won't hold you back." Obviously, human words are of no use to aliens.