Your Highness, zombies are coming

Issa was convinced that this item belonged to Carol, and his younger brother, as in the past, reported all his hobbies truthfully, filled in a sketch in his personal expertise, and wrote down his preferences such as baseball and apple pie. ——Seeing this, the man became a little worried, whether such a waste would be kicked out by the base.

Then he thought, Is that little bastard really in Correnlin?In the same place as him, in a building complex with a diameter of less than three kilometers, the kind you can meet just by going out for a walk... How did Carol escape from that damn forest park and succeed? Went to Oregon.

At this moment, countless questions crossed the man's mind. After Carol hung up the last phone call, it was as if something had opened a hole in his chest. It was an indescribable emptiness, not enough It's fatal, and it won't be particularly uncomfortable, but once you think of any related things, even a single word, those memories will come out unstoppably like the water that opens the gate.

Carol would spend the entire long vacation at Issa’s California residence. Even if Issa claimed that he didn’t have time to pick him up, he would still take a bus or a friend’s private car to run over. It's so stupid that in order to avoid any possible kidnapping, fraud, or kidnapping cases, the man can only drive back himself.

Aaliyah's second marriage partner is an ordinary middle-class, middle-aged man who seems to be kind, but Carol doesn't like him, he doesn't even want to see that day, Issa also found some messy Child psychology, but that didn't work, the little bastard just cried and cried to live with him.

Even for Christmas, he didn't want to go back to that family—their mother didn't respond, as if it was normal for the eldest son to help her take over the oil bottle. Issa never had the courage to talk to her, and the way she looked at him It was very strange, as if it was just a young man who came to visit.

When Aliya opened the door, she would politely ask, "Hi, Issa, how are you doing?"

Issa remembered every time he answered, he'd nod and say I'm fine, and maybe once or twice, he wanted to say something else, but she'd already pushed Carol and the packed things to the door , as if that was her only answer.

In the end, his only connection to the woman was his brother, who was eight years his junior, though Issa tried more than once to pack up the nuisance and send it back.

He still remembered that on Christmas Eve eight or nine years ago, the little bastard kept saying that he wanted apple pie before he ran out, and Issa decided to give him that thing as a Christmas present, just as if this year's mission was completely over, and he was in After studying in the kitchen for a long time, Carol couldn't go home until the apple pie that had suffered so much was baked.

It started to snow outside, gradually piling up on the glass windows, and condensed into beautiful thin ice crystals. The sight fit everyone's imagination about Christmas, and Issa only felt that he was about to have the most terrible Christmas, the one that never gave him peace of mind. The little bastard sent a text message, saying that in a park on the outskirts of the city, the man grabbed a coat and ran out in a hurry.

The further he went out of the city, the higher the snow on the ground. It took him twice as long as usual before he drove to that extremely remote park. The bus at the only stop was out of service, and Isa stepped on the snow. , they are already deep enough to sink the entire instep of a person.

It was a playground more than ten years ago, with colorfully painted carousels and strange clown sculptures. Those things have been abandoned for a long time. Young people often come to party and add some graffiti to those old rides and foul language.

I should have banned him from going to this kind of place, Issa thought, he has already found many corners, it has been abandoned for too long, like some swings and slides are rotten, they may collapse into a pile of scrap iron at any time, especially here This kind of severe snowy weather is an accident that is almost unimaginable.

After more than ten minutes, the man still found nothing. He was almost ready to kick a corpse in the snow, which was still frozen hard.He decided to try his luck behind a birch forest, Carol always liked the kind of beautiful, full of life.

He was right, the little bastard was indeed standing in the clearing behind the woods, he was only wearing a sports coat, so thin that it was frightening - Issa ran over, the snow on the ground could touch people's knees, God knows How can California get so much snow.

Carol turned his head, his lips were pale, snowflakes were caught in his blond hair, his cheeks and ears turned pink, which was a sign of frostbite. Issa took off his coat and put it on the kid. In the world of ice and snow, the last thing he wants to do is argue with a rebellious child.

"Hurry up and go home with me." Enduring the biting chill, he grabbed a hand that was colder than his own, and hoped that the little bastard would not have a fever tomorrow, he secretly prayed.

"I just saw something." Carol said, he looked at the open space in front of him - Issa only noticed at this time that the snow there was very thin, and it was clearly demarcated from the thick snowdrifts next to it, showing a The shape of a disc, but it wasn't a big deal, and he dragged some curious baby out of the snow.

After sitting in the car for a while, the two brothers, who were too cold, regained a little consciousness. Issa drove the car and ignored Carol all the time. He was thinking about packing the kid and sending it back to Alia after the Christmas holiday. If this continues, he will definitely suffer from neurasthenia, and he doesn't want to enter middle age in advance.

"I didn't mean to," said the little bastard pitifully.

Oh, of course you didn't mean it, Issa thought, he said the same thing when he broke Arya's favorite vase before, but she beat herself up anyway and ended up crying hysterically.

"I'm sitting in the car drawing sketches, and the end point is this park..." Carol said, he tugged at the corner of his brother's clothes, and motioned for the other party to pay him a little attention. "It didn't snow at that time, and the inside looked very beautiful, just like the amusement park we went to together before."

"I don't know what you're going to say,"

"I swear that I will stay at home very well, help you with housework and cooking...don't send me back."

"Isn't it much better this way, don't act like a girl all day." Issa pushed away the kid who was about to cry, realizing that it was difficult for him to get rid of this trouble.

Back home, the little bastard was as annoying as ever.That Christmas, Carol ordered a lot of movies about aliens and pseudo-scientific documentaries. Issa was forced to watch them together in front of the TV. The most unbearable thing was that the kid would ask him to watch Afterthought: Do you think there are aliens in this world?what do they look likeis it beautiful?

If I still see him, Issa will definitely answer these gibberish questions, like taking Roman out for a walk or something.

"Did you hear that, Issa." Some alien shook his shoulder, then held up a form as if to take credit. "I found the protagonist of the story, and there are so many information about him."

Roman quickly approached, and he realized that the piece of paper held by his companion was quite important, at least for Issa.

"What did you find?" Roman asked, trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

"I don't know." Issa said weakly. At best, it was just a blank piece of paper with Carol's name written on it. There was no place of work, no allocation of accommodation, and it was almost impossible to start with information.

"Is it Carol?" Roman didn't look at that picture again. In his cognition, there was only one person who would make Issa out of his usual appearance--about Carol, those messy fantasies in Roman's mind had never Stopped, does he look like himself?It shouldn't be an accident that the first time a man made up a lie, he said that the two were brothers.

He just couldn't control this imbecile assumption, what about the dignity of being the first heir of the empire, the mighty authority, Roman just wanted to cover his face, he didn't even have the guts to ask Issa the truth.

Issa put away the document, still in his usual unkind manner, as if Carol would survive like a weed. "If he's still in the base, he'll be fine—as long as we find that pile of zombie lair and destroy it."

"What did you find about that Mr. Lover?"

"Enough to keep us up tonight."

The two returned to the place where the corpses were dumped again. It was foreseeable that they would leave footprints on every inch of the concrete floor in the base in just two or three days.The gentleman who wrote the love letter and probably infected his girlfriend works around here, he is a night watchman, he has his own rest room, and he will patrol everywhere with a gun.

It does make sense, the unlucky guy got infected with the virus on the way to duty, and then remembered his human girlfriend and wanted to drag her into the water or something-this is disgusting, Issa thought, he actually wanted Transforming one's own woman into a zombie is almost the same as killing her, if not more cruel.

They walked around those buildings for more than ten minutes, but they still didn't see half a zombie or a shadow of a person.

"If I committed the murder, I would definitely not stay where I am." Roman speculated, he decided to persuade his companion to go home and sleep, and if possible, he could also do some pleasant physical and mental activities.

Well, although he himself was a merciless murderer, and he never thought of leaving the murder scene immediately.

Roman didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't have the extra energy to count the number of people killed in the war.When the Templar-class ships of the Papal State were blown up one by one and turned into interstellar dust, no one could count the exact number of people participating in the battle.As the commander, Roman was just sitting on the commander's seat, where the outer wall was made of millstone, which was extremely hard and almost transparent. Around him was the vast sea of ​​stars, but there were explosions everywhere. residues after.

In those ruins will be human remains, used jugs, or statues of gods, and they will always drift in the universe until they are forgotten in the deepest corners.According to the Pope's statement, the dead will follow their old god, Hypnos, into the eternal dream palace, forever immersed in a dream that has never been touched and will never wake up again.

Roman sometimes thinks about it, and thinks that statement is romantic and terrifying, but it will definitely not appear in his worldview.In his education, all the resources and feats he wants can only be conquered or exchanged. As for dreaming or something, his father will directly kick him out of the royal family after he knows the news.

The Andrew family almost used thunderous tactics and absolute power to win the top position. Few people remember that 100 years ago, they were just down-and-out nobles exiled to the border asteroid, only three generations away from the royal family at that time blood relationship.

However, the feats of those elders and the history that can’t be written in dozens of books are no longer important, Roman thought, he is just an ordinary person making a living on the ancient earth, unfortunately, he has to participate in various zombie fighting Events, of course, aren't all bad.

Roman looked at his companions, this man is always like this, he is good at taking responsibility that does not belong to him, although he himself has never admitted this - this is not a good habit, Roman thought, but he did not Can't look away.In his previous life, he had never encountered such a pure and unscrupulous way of living.

I like this kind of casualness, it's really terrible, His Royal Highness thought belatedly.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and one could hear the sound of the wind and the roar of the undead outside the wall, so when the sound of some mechanical friction sounded, the two people without a target quickly stopped in their tracks.

The workshop was completely sealed, and the front and rear doors were made of alloy, and they also had combination locks that were rarely seen in the last days.

"You can cut them open, Your Highness, just like those old-fashioned mechas that are outdated." Azathoth suggested, as if the thick metal was just a big piece of cheap plastic.

Of course, it is impossible for Roman to rush in like a bandit. If he and Issa still want to retain the residence right of the base, although he doesn't like it very much, but before everything is checked, the Kelunlin base is more like a picture. Without a scratch ticket, there may be nothing down here, but the possibility of winning the jackpot is not ruled out.

Although the building has been sculpted to look hard and unfriendly, it does have one or two vents, placed some twenty feet above the ground, as if to allow only air to pass through.

"Can you climb up?" Issa withdrew his gaze, and he turned his head to look at his blond companion, as if it would be an unbelievable anecdote that the other party said that he couldn't.

"...It should be possible." Roman sighed, he tapped the keyboard in the silver box for a long time, and pulled out a gadget that even Issa recognized. It only needs to be pressed lightly, and it can be fixed with a rope and a grapple. It took only a few seconds for the propeller on the wall to go back and forth, and the young man stood on the windowsill.

Issa gave up the chance to climb up. He had already seen the trace of the lights coming from another corner. The person who came was a troublesome acquaintance.

"Go inside and take a look, don't come out yet." The man said to his companion above, and quickly left the place.