Your Highness, zombies are coming

If one day you are convinced that you will become a mindless, rotting monster, your nails will turn dark brown from bruises, waiting to peel off one day, and your hair will become a sticky attachment due to excessive secretion of oil .The skin begins to have wrinkles and spots that only old leather products have, the eyes begin to cloud, the iris and the white of the eyes become one, and then such eyes are still turning, the body can still walk, and the esophagus and stomach will be filled with other people's fresh limbs , nothing could have ended worse than this.

For a moment, Issa wanted to grab a random zombie and throw it at Roman to see his reaction or something... But that was just thinking about it, he didn't talk about the sarcasm as usual, it belonged to him There isn't much time left, right? He doesn't want to waste it in unnecessary disputes at all.

He grabbed Roman's shoulder and kissed it down fiercely—since this bastard is not worried about getting infected, and it is impossible to get infected at all, then let those nasty and tragic scenes go away, he doesn't need that at all Something to render death.

The forced party spread its body quite happily, while deepening the kiss, the two men hugged each other on the back seat, it was more like a competition, and they insisted on waiting until the other party could not breathe before letting go.

"Does it feel good to be kissed deeply by a quasi-zombie? Your Highness." Issa gasped, a bastard's tongue was gliding like a snake, which was not flattering at all.

"You don't have a fever yet, Darling." Roman said, he was pressed on the seat by another person, the man's knees were kneeling beside his body, looking down at him, the other person's face was pale, even a little tired , looked unusually calm, not shrouded in the shadow of death at all.

"Soon, it won't take too long." Issa said, looking sideways to the outside, where there was a hail of bullets, and the two of them stayed on the periphery like customers queuing up to refuel. "Although I don't hate doing these things with you, I have to make a plan for the last time, help out or something."

Roman still showed no signs of letting go. He stared at Issa so closely that he could even see the long-standing scar on his companion's temple. "Please don't treat yourself as a terminally ill patient to die or something. It's not worth it. In the name of Asatos, that ghost virus is nothing at all-although it doesn't seem to be very effective, it is more or less from the Imperial Research Institute. Crystallization, we invest a lot of money in that project every day."

"May your money not be spent in vain, so that I still have a chance of survival." After finishing speaking, the man picked up the gun, and some weapon bags that he didn't know about, opened the door and left the jeep. It's still intact, and the car shell is as uneven as the surface of the moon.

Roman held a pistol modified from outer particles, and did nothing—unless a zombie rushed towards him, he would send a bullet on time, and then continued to follow Issa, as if those monsters had nothing to do with him up.

The gas station was built at the intersection of two roads, and the surrounding area was full of cars stalled due to lack of fuel. The road was covered with dust and countless ruts remained.Those car owners may have abandoned the car and left after finding that there was not a drop of gas left at the gas station. After all, this place is only one kilometer away from the rescue center. Can't explain one or two.

Humans, zombies, and a large number of bullets are passing through this land. Issa has a wonderful illusion. He now sees a group of Americans fighting against the terrible carnivorous aborigines, just like how the settlers from the Indians 300 years ago It's like snatching a cornfield from someone's hands - no one can own a piece of territory forever, even if they once shouted loudly about their sovereignty and military affairs, in the face of the cruel, endless cycle of fortune, it is a joke.

Luna was standing behind a truck. She had just disposed of dozens of living corpses. When she saw Issa, she showed a hesitant and guilty look.But soon, she distributed the battle force like the confident leader: "Go to the east of the gas station, there is a side door there, and there are not many zombies, you should have a chance to go in."

She took an intercom out of her pocket and threw it into the man's hand. "Contact me after you find them, and if there is anything wrong, get out as soon as possible."

The others seem to be assigned to the front by Luna, the main front door of the gas station, and the flower bed at the intersection, where the living dead are like a large swarm of locusts, the number is staggering - the group of ill-considered rescuers on the road Fireworks were lit in the center, and after realizing that there were actually hundreds of zombies coming, they fled into a convenience store nearby.

"She's trying to squeeze out the last bit of value from you." Roman glanced at the brown-haired girl, and he suddenly realized that what the crazy artist said was true, and the Romchild family was no different from demons .

"I remember 2 minutes ago you were still swearing to save me." Issa glanced at his companion, who stared at Luna's back unhappily, as if the other party owed him a lot of money.

"That's two different things. From the moment she saw you, she saw tobacco like an old smoker who hasn't smoked for three months." Roman said angrily, he broke off the head of a living dead, modified The pistol at the back was no different from a cannon barrel. Half of the zombie's head was shattered into pieces, and it wobbled and fell to the ground.

"...Are you jealous?"

"I'm glad you figured it out," Roman said, as if encouraged, and continued, "She's wanted to ask you to have sex with her from the very beginning..."

"I'm only doing it with you now."

"She...wait, what did you just say?" Roman opened his eyes wide, as if his head had been hit by a rock falling from a high altitude, looking innocent and cute like that, Issa almost wanted to kiss her .

They have already reached the side of the gas station, where there is only an iron door that has been buckled backwards, and the sign "Employee Passage" is posted on the front, but in front of a humanoid weapon of Roman's level, no matter how thick the metal is, it will only crack. Destiny, the inside is obviously a storage room, and there may be an exit into the store at the end.

The warehouse has been moved to an empty place. When there is a base next to it that often goes out to "purchase", you really can't expect it to have any stock. On the other hand, there are no shadows of zombies here. It is very likely that it is the base. Incidental cleaning work.

But occasionally there are fish that slip through the net. At the end of the aisle, there is a black figure standing there wobbly, just like a perfect target. The zombie is also holding a baseball bat and hitting the two of them straight. ——In the next second, only the ping-pong sound of the wooden stick falling to the ground echoed in the space.

"Don't shoot!" the black figure yelled, and it sounded like he was too frightened.

"I've never seen such an ambush like a zombie." Roman commented.

"They asked me to come and guard... guard this passage." The man was obviously young, and after being frightened, even his voice was trembling. "You guys from the rescue team? God, I thought I was going to be trapped and die here."

He pushed open the small door behind him, and there were many people sitting in the messy room inside. They were all young, maybe only in their early twenties, and some were wearing pullovers distributed by the school. Everyone's complexions were terribly pale, obviously terrified.

"Cardiff, why did you come in?" A tall young man stood up, and when he saw two strangers behind him, he felt relaxed: "We picked up a flyer for the Karen Forest Base. I drove in, but there are too many zombies outside..."

"Luna? I've already entered, a group of college students." Issa picked up the walkie-talkie and said, he seemed to chat with the other party a few more times, and said another sentence at the end. "Don't worry, nothing major happened except being a little stupid."

The tall student blushed, and without giving him a chance to refute, Issa continued, "Let's go, the outside is almost cleaned up."

When they opened the front door, it looked like a battlefield in Afghanistan. Not a single car or a patch of concrete was intact, full of bullet holes and zombie remains.Luna was waiting at the door. She didn't look at the young people, but her eyes remained on Issa. After a long time, she didn't say a word-Roman was happy with the result.

The college students were placed in the back cabinet of the truck, which contained a lot of nylon ropes, which looked like they were used to ride people.

"A ventilation fan is installed on it, so you won't be suffocated inside." Luna said, and then helped a girl who was exhausted to climb into the carriage.

"Damn it," a man standing on the roof cursed, he shook his head at everyone: "Something big is approaching, southeast!"

It was the kind of mutant that the jeep encountered before, and there were three of them in total.When they are on the ground, they run as fast as a car, with eight claws spread out like real insects, and their mouths are wide open, making hoarse and squeaky calls towards their prey.

A female college student screamed. This sound obviously touched a nerve in the giant insect. One of them jumped all the time, passed a small car that was crushed into scrap iron, and rushed directly towards the group of college students.

"Go in if you don't want to die." Luna said, she raised her gun, and almost all the bullets hit the mutant. The physique of that thing was much stronger than most living corpses. The intermittent large lead bullets could only slow down its speed—maybe there are still ten seconds before this ferocious monster will rush to Luna's position.

However, it obviously felt that this thorny woman was not easy to chew on. It turned around halfway and crawled towards the back of an off-road vehicle. At first, no one knew what was going on—the monster stood up quickly and said With a human head in its mouth, the two thumb-thick spikes at the corners of its mouth are deeply inserted into the prey's forehead, and there is a sound of sucking continuously-it is the grunting sound of sucking the brain.