Your Highness, zombies are coming

The day after welcoming his first companion on the trip, Issa wakes up from a nightmare in which he's trapped in a house.Thick smoke was rising from the window sill and the cracks in the door, and there seemed to be many zombies lurking on the road leading to the backyard. He was holding a gun, and there was only one bullet left in it.

It turned out that at the last moment, he would rather send himself a bullet.

"Darling, the fried eggs are ready, are you sure you don't want one." A strange question came from the kitchen, and the man who was thinking about life and death turned around—then the man with the blue floral wallpaper The house disappeared, and he was actually sleeping in the driver's seat. In front of him was the solid and strong bear net, and outside, there was Roman sitting on the wasteland.

The blond prince had a simple stove made of stones beside him. On the top was a frying pan that Issa brought out from home and had been in the business for two or three years. Inside were two perfectly shaped frying pans. Eggs, yes, round, as if they came out of a restaurant.In the absence of charcoal, it is difficult for residents who are spoiled by urban life to start a fire in the wild. Issa's former boss, the mean European immigrant, once complained that there is no need for war to destroy this country, as long as the water and electricity are cut off. They died in sevens and eighties.

Roman did start a fire, and he didn't know what he stuffed into it. The smell of the smoke was a bit pungent, and it even spread into the cabin.The mercenary in the car came to his senses. The fire and the thick smoke were completely magnified dozens of times from the real scene.Issa secretly sighed, recently, his nerves were indeed too tense.

Then he began to look at the chef next to him. No matter from which angle he looked at the chef, he looked like a rich boy who was unfit for childbirth. His hands were white, without any calluses and dead skin left by labor, and the tips of his nails were pink, like a pair of Like a perfect work of art, even unskilled work such as making fried eggs seems to tarnish the pair of creations.

"Oh, so you brought a plate." Roman didn't notice the eyes of others, he just took the paper plate handed by Issa, and put the dishes in it very smoothly.

The man silently took a bite of the white, moist and tender egg white. It felt like you picked up a used book on the side of the road, only to turn around and find that it was a limited edition from the antique market.In fact, he doesn't have much hope for a mental patient like Roman, but the other person is much better than the two he met before, and will not hinder his actions. As for how long this person can live, he just tries his best to protect it. .

"Let me ask, is this thing edible?" A brown mass suddenly swayed in front of Issa, and he raised his head unexpectedly. It was a hare, whose blood had just been drained, and it smelled very foul .

This has completely exceeded his expectations. Is it actually a platinum limited edition?

"Of course." Issa was suddenly a little curious. What kind of occupation did the blond man in front of him have before? Maybe he was a backpacker, maybe he was a cooking show host. The former is completely an antonym for Roman's flawless skin, and the latter It is an area that single men will not pay attention to at all. Thinking of this, the man asked: "What did you do before?"

"Before you came here." The rabbit that failed to survive in the apocalypse was placed on the cardboard, and the layer of dark brown fur was pulled off without any hindrance. , many habitable planets need to be occupied and surveyed, and I often lead the lead troops."

I knew it would be like this. It really takes a little patience to chat with delusional patients. Issa Ying nodded at the other party. His medical knowledge is limited to combat first aid. There are no such things as fragile nerves that need to be cared for and treated carefully. The scope of his consideration, he decided to continue chatting to kill the numb thinking that had been washed away by two months.

"Occupy?" I have to admit that Isa's random choice of words is completely out of the instinct of male creatures.

"There are primitive planets inhabited by groups of people who are moving towards intelligent life, and their social structures are quite primitive, and rather than allow them to continue to occupy their territory there - those star systems were found by the Imperial Army at the expense of a lot of resources, there is no reason why we should not go to Occupy them." When talking about such illogical questions, the blond young man's expression was almost cold, he cut the rabbit's abdomen, and picked out the unnecessary internal organs.

"Do you think this policy is wrong?" Realizing that the people around him were not speaking, Roman blinked and gave the perfect voter-attractive smile like those politicians on TV. "Let's put it this way, the third planet KI-4 in the Raphael galaxy, 'Blue Star', have you heard of it? 90.00% of that planet is ocean, and there are some Talilan stars living under the water. They Not very friendly, often attacking when our troops are alone. Only quieted down after I spent several months destroying several of their main nests."

"It's a popular attraction right now, with fully transparent undersea tunnels and underwater facilities. We also hired some Talilan stars as employees. The civilization level of that race has probably improved by dozens of cosmic years." See Chat The subject seemed not very interested, so Roman stopped talking. He turned his attention back to the rabbit meat, and took out the jar of black pepper sauce to study it carefully.

Issa just thinks that his companion looks like a reliable and kind normal person when he's not talking, and Roman's brain must be muddled by those damn science fiction.The rabbit meat gradually turned into an attractive food in the frying pan, and it tasted quite delicious. The former mercenary may not have been able to eat something that can be called a delicacy for several months, just for this The man thought, he should find a few books on the treatment of mental illness and study them carefully.

Roman didn't start breakfast, he took out a slender metal box from his coat pocket, and quickly pressed keys on it with his fingers, a green letter pattern appeared on the place touched by him and then disappeared, and when he finished typing, a A beautiful set of knives and forks with the imperial coat of arms engraved on the end emerged from the silver metal one after another.His Royal Highness squinted his eyes contentedly, and then used the set of silver tableware to cut them out of a disposable paper plate. The weapon generation instrument of the Imperial Research Institute is really easy to use. His Highness sighed, and began to taste meat that he had never eaten before. .

However, this scene happened too quickly, or was too insignificant. Issa had already left the campfire, and he took out the electronic telescope. This area is too flat, and even a small town five kilometers away can be included in the scope of the imaging mirror.

According to the food and drinking water stored in the car, it will be no problem to use it for another two weeks, but the man glanced at the map again. There is a weapon shop in that town, and there are too few gun shops in rural towns. Yes, and it's a lot less risky than going to a big city.Issa looked at the blond-haired young man. The latter caught another wild rabbit from nowhere, and watched it carefully in mid-air. The poor rabbit stood there blankly, and he didn't know that it was forced by Roman's coercion. , was still frightened by the corpse of his companion.

"There's a weapon shop in the town ahead, do you want to go?" Issa had the idea of ​​seeking opinions since he was a companion, although he didn't report any hope.

"Oh, that's natural." Hearing the words "weapon shop", Roman's eyes were almost shining and he looked at his companion. Under the bright light not covered by a cloud, the man noticed that the other party had a pair of purple pupils , like those stones in jewelry stores, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them.

As for the rabbit that was still alive, it was listed by Issa as something forbidden to be brought into the car, and ran into a nearby hole in a hurry. Well, apparently a certain prince was guarding the rabbit nest to catch them.

This is obviously a small town that survived the gold rush at the beginning of the last century. The roads are a bit narrow, and most of the shops on both sides of the street are tightly closed. There is only the sound of metal billboards creaking and shaking in the wind. An ordinary Sunday morning.

The midday sun is almost dazzling. Although the living dead are not afraid of the sun like some novels say, they will obviously avoid exposing themselves to the scorching sun. Perhaps in their poor brains, after all Know that the corpse will be dried in the sun.

The two walked slowly, trying to minimize the noise as much as possible, while Isa prepared a large-caliber pistol with a silencer and gave it to Roman.The gun shop was at the corner of the street, unsurprisingly, it was covered by a rolling shutter door. The man put down the tool bag he carried with him, and took out an alloy clamp from it. The whole process was quite slow.

About three to ten minutes later, Roman tapped Issa on the shoulder. Due to the hot weather, the latter asked with his lips profusely, "What?"

Yisa looked in the direction indicated by his companion, and on the other side of the street, a dozen or so zombies had appeared scatteredly, turning into shaky phantoms under the action of the hot air.It was predictable that within 5 minutes, the group of things would discover the smell of fresh human flesh.

No one spoke, only the sound of breathing and metal rubbing between the two of them, the crack on the shutter door was enough for one person to step in, the only problem was the wooden door that was still locked inside.

The zombies sweeping the streets began to howl. Obviously, they had already smelled the fact that humans were nearby. The aimless living dead began to stride forward, like addicts who lost their drugs, moving crazily and fighting at all costs. search up.

Roman didn't shoot, and he also knew that once he reacted, the zombie group would quickly lock on to the two of them. In fact, the waiting time was running out, and the two closest to them were less than 20 meters away.