Your Highness, zombies are coming

Relying on the fabric that His Highness Roman could afford, they barely managed to buy today's food, including the green beans and compressed biscuits that Roman didn't like. No matter what he accused, he was silent like a real softie.

"Azatos found a recipe that supposedly turns compressed biscuits into a cake... I'll have to try it tomorrow, you can't leave the staple for something so horrible, Issa, can we get a little chocolate? Just a little? "Roman said, he reluctantly glanced at the purchasing area, and then followed behind the man.

Issa ignored the complaint. He received several leaflets and planned to find a suitable job tomorrow. If Roman is willing to stay with a group of girls and knit sweaters, he will not object, but he must not be in vain. Eat and drink for nothing.

They were walking on a relatively secluded road. The building of the entire pharmaceutical factory was tall and spacious. When the soles of their shoes rubbed against the ground, there would be a slight echo. Above their heads was the divided sky, which was a clear blue and transparent. It's a little too much-those environmentalists should be moved to tears, when the endless stream of cars and never-ending factories have come to a standstill, and the traces of human beings have slowly faded away.

As soon as the man reached the corner, a young man ran directly into his arms. Issa took several steps back to avoid the fate of the two of them falling together. The latter raised his head, his face was pale, and his open lips Trembling badly.

"I saw someone die," he said, and gasped several times. "It's a girl with red hair. She fell on the ground... The clothes are messed up, I can't see clearly..."

"Take it easy," Issa said, looking in the direction the man was running towards, and at the end was a wall with a bathroom sign on it.

"Is it there?" the man asked.

"Right at the door, God, the first time I've been this close to a dead man, it's covered in blood..." the man murmured, holding his head, like any good citizen's reaction to finding a dead body-typical, but It's also very strange that someone can go two months after the end of the world without seeing any corpses, Issa thought, this is really amazing.But right now is not the time to pay attention to the welfare of the base, so he decided to go to the scene to have a look.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" The gentleman who ran out shouted: "Don't, don't go there, you will cause trouble, and the security team will list you as suspects."

"Why? We just went to the bathroom." Roman said casually, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The other party finally put away his gaze on Roman's face, and he explained: "This area is a fully automated workshop of the factory, there are too many things in it, and it has been unable to be used by the base, and most people would not run here. "

"You're here too, sir," Roman said.

"...I won't go back again!" The one shouted angrily. As he walked further away, he finally turned around and said, "Listen to me, hurry up and go."

Issa watched the distraught good man, and almost at the same time, the two people present said, "I was thinking..."

Roman stopped, and he glanced at his companion beside him, motioning for him to speak first.

"The zombie who kidnapped Colin may be him, or a group of zombie accomplices." Isa said.

"Oh, Mr. Chris, are we telepathic?"

"To shut up."

The restroom was hidden at the back of the building. The warehouse and the high wall formed two shading panels, and there was almost no direct sunlight on it. Issa looked at the moss on the ground and sighed. According to his old profession, this place It is completely in line with the ideal place for dating, dumping corpses, and assassination.

As the terrified gentleman said, the body of a young girl was lying in the middle of the road. She was wearing a red dress, lying prone on the ground. The back of the dress was cut into a V-neck, revealing her fair and delicate back.The white tiles under her body were covered with blood, and they merged with the bright red dress, and the boundary was indistinguishable. From a distance, it looked like she was wearing an unbelievably gorgeous long dress.

Issa frowned. He carefully turned the corpse over. The fatal wound was on the abdomen. It was different from the knife wound or the gun wound. It was a scene where a whole piece of flesh was torn off. Outside the base, this kind of Wounds are common, and zombies have a natural tendency to do them.

"They're such a waste," Roman commented.

"She shouldn't have come to this kind of place." Isa withdrew her right hand, the girl had no pulse at all, and she didn't know how long it would take before she turned into another dead thing.

"But she came here alone in the red dress of "Welcome to Bite Me." Roman glanced at the corpse. It was a pretty girl. Her hair had fallen down in a mess, but traces of well-dressed clothes could still be seen.

"It looks like she's dating." Issa said, he couldn't understand the mentality of young people, there were a lot of zombies across the wall, and there were various underground gangs in the base, how could they have such a thing? The courage to run to the most remote corner to seek death.

The man took a few steps back, avoiding the blood, and glanced around, only the footprints of another person remained at the scene, apparently it was a man, he stepped over the girl's body, and left towards the south. There was also a lady's purse on the ground, and Issa took it and rummaged through it carefully.

"What are you looking for?" Roman asked.

"Anything," Issa said, and there were a lot of things in there, chips from the base, lipstick, and a mess of candy. He finally found a small notepad, torn thinly, with a lot of cards in it. Paper.

Issa skipped the first few bills with some disappointment. The user recorded the increase in the price of snacks in the past two months. Perhaps only Roman would need it.He flipped through it quickly, and a postcard suddenly slipped to the ground. There were only some moans about love and pain on it. When the man thought he was going to get nothing, he saw the back of the postcard.

"See you at the old place on the afternoon of the 20th, love you Stresses."

"Isn't today the 19th?" Issa asked a little strangely.

"You slept for a total of two days." Roman said softly, those extraterrestrial particles were falling on the girl bit by bit, obviously doing some surveys that only aliens could understand. "She's likely to 'wake up' within an hour, why don't you wait until then, it's much quicker to just ask the victim."

"No, I don't want to talk to zombies." The man sighed, and he put the piece of paper in his pocket. If the dead in front of him came back to life, he could imagine how frightened she would be. No one could comfort her. On the contrary Yes, the human had to kill her - he didn't want to be such an executioner yet.

"What's the matter?" He watched the young man turn his head suddenly, with a look of surprise, Roman dragged him to the corner, and the two of them were almost stuck together, Isa wanted to push this clingy little bastard He was on the ground, but he soon realized that those blue particles had completely enveloped the two of them, like a layer of fog, and he saw that the buildings and the ground were covered with the same blue color.

A group of people came from the path behind the warehouse, and several of them were holding guns. They were not random electric shock props, but genuine ones.They looked around, and the Pathfinder who was walking in the front was very careful. He even walked directly in front of the two of them. It seemed that in his eyes, the front was just a mass of air and a concrete wall.

As Roman said before, he can use outer particles to become invisible - Issa is not so relieved about this kind of magical alien technology, he hugs Roman as much as possible, although some little bastard pushes forward rubbing back and forth...but that's still tolerable.

"It's the third one." One of them said, he looked at the girl's wound, as if evaluating something.

"This is the third one we saw. God knows how many people were kidnapped by those ghosts. We must find their gathering place immediately. Luna still hasn't issued any instructions. Her reaction is really slow." Another Said the hoarse voice.

"Even if she is the daughter of the big boss, gentlemen, she is just a girl, and we still have to deal with it by ourselves...Okay, let's send her on the road." The man who explored the road raised his gun, mercilessly talking.

"...Wait, she woke up, why don't you ask me something?"

Issa turned his head as far as possible, and he watched the girl stand up from the pool of blood, her eyes were wide open, her face was so pale that there were only a drop or two of blood, it is undeniable that even after death, she is still a rare beauty.

"Hey, who the hell hurt you?" a man asked.

The girl sat there in a daze, as if she hadn't recovered from the death. She didn't react until the executioner's gun was pointed at her forehead, and she yelled almost hysterically: "He bit it, he bit it! This is impossible..." Then she let out a cry like crying, her brows were wrinkled, and she looked heartbroken, but no tears could flow out.

A bullet was shot straight between her eyebrows, and the intermittent sobbing stopped immediately, and then those people wrapped the corpse in silence, which was obviously not a happy job—although they still retained human thoughts, But in essence, they are no different from the living dead. They will rot, crave raw meat and infect humans. Temporary soft-heartedness will not get any good ending.

"You can go away." Seeing those people disappear completely, Issa finally pushed away a little bastard, who had already touched Issa's whole body through his clothes, and the man almost couldn't hold back The urge to punch him.

"I thought you liked..."

Issa glanced at Roman coldly, and the latter swallowed the second half wisely.

He took out the postcard, looked at it carefully, and said, "Tonight, I want to go to the file office."

Most of the documents are stored in the central building, the former office of the pharmaceutical factory. The shell of that building is all glass, and it is also a large area of ​​silver gray in the sunlight. Compared with other cement buildings, it is much better—— — It is said that many people proposed to convert it into an activity center, but in the end it was nothing.

It is not difficult to sneak into it, especially if you bring an alien with a supercomputer. In order to save electricity, the electronic locks of this building have been replaced with the most primitive iron locks. It may only take a few minutes for them to Found the reference room where the archives were stored.

Those bookshelves were full of file folders, and Issa was relieved to scan them with a flashlight. They were at least in alphabetical order.

"Before you make up your mind to look through the files, I have to remind you that the signature on a love letter is likely to be fake." Roman said, he was using those outer particles as lighting, those small particles floating in the The air was trembling, like a midsummer night full of fireflies.

"Oh, then have you written it?" Issa asked casually.

"Of course there is..." Roman paused for a while, and he seemed to recall some not so good memories: "...I wrote an anonymous letter to the teacher."

Now it was Issa's turn to be silent. He looked at Roman in disbelief, thinking in his heart that aliens were not so normal. "How old were you then?"

"You can ask whatever you want." The young man covered his face in self-defeating, and after a while, he whispered: "The letter was handed over to the principal, and then sent directly to my father..."

It was the first time for Issa to sympathize with a person so much. This was almost the worst ending that a love letter could encounter. He tentatively comforted him: "My father said you shouldn't fall in love early?"

"No, he said that I shouldn't leave evidence, which would not be good for the royal family's reputation." Roman said, and then he looked at Issa expectantly, as if those childhood blows were completely gone.

"Did you write it, dear."

"there has never been."

"Have you received it?"

"Frankly, no." Most people will write something "full of sadness and pain" at a strange age, and then give it to the person they like the most.Unfortunately, Issa has already started work at this time, and the thing he likes the most is his own gun, so on the other hand, he will not receive anyone's love literature.

On the contrary, Carol has been writing to him, and every few months, he will send a very thick, seven or eight-page long letter-he has never been able to really read it, and the kid's handwriting is not good. How about it, he often writes down everything he has done for a few months in detail. Yisa suspects that it is actually the little bastard's diary, and he is his terminal hard drive, only responsible for archiving.

"How about this, I will write to you in the future, and then you will have the opportunity to write a love letter to me." Roman squatted down with the man, and suggested in a cheerful tone. The latter's answer was a thick stack of folders , They were mercilessly thrown into the arms of a lover.

There are a total of four registers with surnames ending in S. Thanks to the base’s excess human resources, they are organized very beautifully. Most of the people’s addresses and occupations in the base are noted on them—the only problem is that there are too many, and there are too many registers. Know how long it will take to find Mr. Stresses.

Issa took the flashlight and searched quickly. He found a lot of ridiculous names, which were obviously nicknames, such as peeping stars, zombie terminators, and the like. As the registrar said, they I don't care if the name is true or not, as long as it works... The man suddenly stopped moving, he returned to the page he had turned before, and pulled out the paper almost tremblingly.

There was simply a name written on it: "K Thunderbolt Kid", the boring title of that bastard kid who should have died two months ago. (Note [-]) Note [-]: Carol's nickname has been mentioned, in English, K·Skurry-----