Your Highness, zombies are coming

Waking up again was damn hot, and Issa tried to pull the blanket off, and he quickly realized he was in a block, alive, and put his hand on his waist—damn, he didn't want to Seeing the beauty that can only be seen on the advertising wallpaper, he thought of the crazy sex before and how ridiculous he was, and did it again and again with this kid.

Roman seemed to fully understand his preferences, and effortlessly aroused the desire he had vented just now, and then approached him again, stuffing the cock that did not conform to human physiological habits into his body, trying his best to seduce him , hugging his waist and pumping non-stop. After getting used to it, the feeling is not bad, and there is even an unprecedented pleasure.

But it was an oversex, Issa echoed in pain, they changed places a lot, and he had no memory of how he got back to bed, probably passed out.

Issa looked out the window, it was cloudy, there was not much light, and he didn’t know what time it was. Issa decided to break away from someone. He just wanted to lift up, but he froze completely. The place was full of people who were anesthetized. And the aftereffects of overexercising—the bastard did it once yesterday by pressing himself against the wall, and by the second half he couldn't stand still at all, most of the focus was on the opponent's hands, the little bastard didn't You're not welcome, and recklessly grabbed his waist, directly cooperating with his thrusting.

"Oh, you're awake, it's only been three hours." Roman said, lying on his side next to the man, like a most competent movie vase, with long hair hanging on the bed partner's shoulder, and one hand still on the bed. The opponent's chest.

"I'm glad you still remember the time. The length of your estrus can be calculated in days." Issa said, he failed to get up again, and he lay down back to his original place with a cold face and a little dejected.

"...Actually, it's only three hours." Roman said in a low voice.

"What's 'only' three hours?" Issa called, his voice hoarse from overuse. "Are you still living an alien standard sex life, this is Earth, damn it."

"I thought this kind of thing doesn't distinguish between regions." Roman said innocently, and then he sensibly helped the man sit up, and the latter looked at him coldly, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Get out, don't let me say it a second time." Issa realized that something was coming out of his body. It was much more damned and weird, and he didn't want to give Roman any chance to speak.

Roman's next reaction was to kiss Isa directly. He pressed the back of the man's head, without leaving any possibility for him to break free. After stirring with his tongue for a while, he backed out contentedly, and said softly: "There's a shower over there, I can help a little."

The latter responded with a fist, and closed the shower door heavily——Roman couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, the man didn't know at all that his ears were red, and he kept looking around in embarrassment. It's just a temptation to do something to him again.

The outer particles floating in the air trembled. Roman walked to the entrance, opened the door, and there was a tall black male standing outside. He said good morning, and then went straight to the topic: "Your brother What? Mr. Chris, Ms. Luna asked me to confirm his physical condition."

"His fever has just subsided and he is taking a shower." Roman said, he glanced at the other's hard pockets, obviously prepared - if he saw one, or two infected people, he would directly put They shot dead in this little house.

"Then I'll wait for him at the door." The visitor who didn't know how to adapt at all finished speaking and stood there like a sculpture.

"Well, I hope you have a good time." Roman finished his farewell speech, and he did not close the door. "You don't look like a commoner." He asked tentatively.

"I'm Miss's bodyguard." Another person said with care.

"She really doesn't look like a lady with a bodyguard. I mean, she hasn't been far away from any danger. There was a mutiny inside the venue the day before yesterday, didn't she?"

"We have a lot to do."

"This base doesn't seem to need professional-level armed defense. If you can keep a close eye on her, my brother won't be injured..."

"You don't understand, I still have a lot of people who need full protection." The dedicated bodyguard interrupted, and then he obviously realized his situation, shut his mouth, and ignored Roman.

Luna must have brought a lot of people here, and they were not armed, so what could it be?Roman secretly made a note of it. He turned his head and saw Issa coming out of it. The other person's cheeks were rosy, which should have been suffocated by the heat, but in Roman's eyes, it was a different scene.

The young man showed a smile, "This gentleman came to visit you specially, and it is said that Luna requested it."

Issa quickly guessed the purpose of the other party. He nodded politely. Although his waist was stiff and his walking was a little awkward, he did not look like a "patient who was going to become a zombie". It's totally enough.

"Aren't you closing the door?" Issa asked.

"I'm waiting for someone." Roman said softly, noticing that Mr. Bodyguard had gone far enough. "Callia, Colin, you can come out now." He said, with a housewife-like air in his familiarity.

The two kids who had been separated in the small town came out, Colin was the same, wearing his baseball cap, and Kalia was dressed more normally, a light-colored shirt and jeans, minus the mess The jewelry and makeup are much more beautiful.

"I've been wanting your address." The boy came running up, and he shrugged. "But Miss Luna refused to say a word. I heard that you guys came back, and I waited there until I realized that the big man was looking for you."

"Can we go in and sit down?" Colin asked casually.

The two adult men exchanged glances, and showed gentle smiles at the same time, Roman said: "Oh, honey, you can take us to the base and learn about the facilities, after all, it's too big here, and I don't care about it at all. Figure out the direction."

Issa seconded in a rare way: "Sounds good."

Colin agreed, and looked very happy, and the two men who had left a bunch of suspicious marks in the house were relieved.

"You must have done something shameful in there," said Kalia, who hadn't said a word since we met, and then hit the nail on the head at the last moment.

"But I have no objection to walking outside. No one wants to see your room after you finish your business."

Seeing her serious and straightforward appearance, Issa could already imagine the miserable life of her future boyfriend. He sullenly pretended not to hear anything.

"They opened a school in the warehouse in A District, from elementary school to high school, it's like a normal school, it's not a big deal - they have exams, man, I can't believe I have to face it after the end of the world The same life as before." Colin said, he frowned tightly, as if he had been hit very hard.

"Don't worry about Colin, he failed the literature test." Kalia added coldly from the side.

"What happens if you fail?" Roman asked.

"Make up lessons." The girl said indifferently, "People in the base have nothing to do, especially college students. They are very happy to see a little boy crying to Shakespeare's plays."

"I can't believe you guys are still learning such sissy stuff," Issa said, apparently siding with Colin, before asking, "Shooting, or gymnastics? You're just squatting in classrooms , learning a lot of knowledge that can't kill zombies doesn't sound good."

"There are three hours of physical education..." Colin replied sadly.

"Let's go here, Colin also has to make up lessons today, I have to go with him." The girl stopped at the fork in front of the road, which should be the dormitory area, and many people stood on the road chatting.

Roman looked around, with a worry on his face that "it's not so safe for children to walk alone on the street". "We're fine, we can continue to take a walk or something."

This neighborhood is not as safe and reliable as advertised. Issa estimated that this type of dormitory is allocated according to gender and age. A large number of young men gather here, sitting on the ground with nothing to do. In places with excessive male hormones, violence is everywhere. Unavoidable behavior—especially when they have already formed a gang, Isa saw some colored cloth strips tied to people's wrists or belts, which are not decorations, and in the absence of any means of communication situation, this is the method used to separate factions.

Someone is following them, Issa thought, although he didn't know it was a pedophile, but he was still looking for trouble with Roman-he automatically classified Roman as a group prone to sexual harassment, but he didn't worry about it at all, just worried about that The bastard's safety is better than worrying about his own, and he also wants to know who can come back intact after molesting the aliens.

They walked into a dormitory building, and Colin walked to the corner of the corridor familiarly. On the wooden door was a large poster of Resident Evil 12. A zombie with a face full of wrinkles and blood blisters was standing in the dark background. A bow was forcibly pasted on the top of the head, and I don't know what kind of bad taste it is, so I can appreciate this kind of thing in a world where the living dead are rampant.

"Mr. Liard?" Colin called, but there was no answer.

Well, the door was only ajar, and it only took a little effort to push it open. The light in the room was poor, and the lights were not turned on. Of course, in a place like the base, you can't expect [-]/[-] power supply.There are simply two beds, tables and chairs inside, and there is no one on them.

Colin walked in, and he thought he heard a gasp.

"Hey, don't come into other people's houses." Callia called from behind, but she still followed. But it's not so messy, the girl frowned and stepped over the pile of rubbish.

"Are you okay, sir?" She saw Colin stopped in front, and seemed to be talking to someone, and Kalia looked in that direction, her eyes widened and she shouted: "God, we have to hurry Get out of here."

That Mr. Lild was leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground. His complexion was not normal, with a faint blue color, but a large piece of flesh was ripped off from his neck to his right shoulder, and no blood was seen. When it flowed out, only the exposed flesh and meridians could be seen—that person was not dead, and after hearing the voice of an outsider, he opened his eyes.

Both kids thought he was going to pounce on him like a zombie.

But he spoke up: "Hi, nice to meet you, today is not a good time."