Your Highness, zombies are coming

Roman was leaning against the wall, and in a corner a hundred feet away, he could still hear the gunshots outside Warehouse No. [-], just like a recording played in a loop, never stopping.

But compared to the interior of the house, this kind of dark corridor is considered a good treatment - they have concentrated all the civilians in this house, you can imagine how chaotic it is, there are evangelical believers When the prayer was mixed with the crying of the baby, the effect was amazing.

Roman pressed his forehead. The power of those voices was so terrifying that he even felt dizzy after a long absence. He automatically ignored another possibility—the wound last night almost cut to the aorta, and there was a lack of some With the work of the brain, it becomes impossible to bid farewell to those little troubles after injury.

He hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet.

Azathoth is the intelligent body he has been in contact with the longest in his life. Although he is talkative, has weird hobbies, and likes to swipe the screen, he may also be the person who understands him best.Together they have experienced countless wars, the most significant, almost magnificent space battlefields.It also includes those newly developed war machines and the mental interference of their drivers. The Institute once judged that it would take Roman 30 years to reach that point, but this brain did it ahead of time.

It feels like on your wedding night, your closest friend comes to your door, doesn't say a word, and stabs your wife.

"Don't stand there in a daze, you haven't been normal since last night." His companion said, stuffing a gun over, the bullets had been reloaded.

"I'm just thinking about family ethics drama," Roman muttered unconsciously, and he felt that he was starting to have a headache.

"Are you referring to an affair?"

"Oh, yes, an affair. How are you and that girl named Luna going?" Roman felt that his throat was very dry, and he glanced at Isa with some anxiety.

"A perfect night...by the standards of a horror movie." Issa replied succinctly. He realized that the blonde lover was standing aside with her back hair raised. , some unreasonable alien will pounce on him directly, and then mark him with a bunch of marks.

"It's a pity that I couldn't participate." The young man raised his head, and a zombie with a forked tongue clinging to the wall met his eyes. The thing froze for a second, as if it felt like a human was looking straight at him. It's hard to accept yourself.

It swooped down, with saliva and meat foam splashing around, it seemed that it had a full meal before, but these things would never feel full, even if the stomach burst, it could still stuff fresh meat into its mouth.

Roman took two steps back, and he only fired one shot, which directly hit the elongated skull due to mutation, and the thing fell to the ground in one fell swoop. The pitiful fighting power was staggering.

"What's wrong with them?" Roman looked at the corpse with some sadness. He thought of those sturdy mutant zombies outside the base.

"I've encountered similar things before." Issa said, he thought of something that was half-human, half-dog, like a cheap product made on the spur of the moment, quite vulnerable.

"It should have been researched by that literature teacher. You can't expect too much from a liberal arts student." The man finally said.

They stepped over the corpse and continued to walk to the other end of the alleyway. This place is located between the two main warehouses. It is very narrow. It's unclear if it was a human, or a few mice.

An hour ago, a temporary team left Warehouse No. [-], consisting of security teams and some base residents with hunting experience. According to the plan, this group of people will be divided into more than a dozen groups, and they will go to different areas to start cleaning Work.

But unfortunately, Roman met a person, a member of the security team who was beaten to the ground by him last time. The man was so excited that he almost put his hand on the face of an alien. Issa knocked him unconscious before he did anything worse than that, they weren't sure how many 'acquaintances' were around, most of them had guns, it wasn't a good time to talk about the past, the two Personally had to choose a path.

Yisa stopped suddenly and looked forward in surprise.

"I saw a box move," the man said.

"Oh, there might be a cat inside," Roman hesitated for a while, the cardboard box tens of feet away was quite big, not something that small animals could push. "Probably a zombie cat?" He said uncertainly.

The two put away their guns at the same time, and the thing was moving in the opposite direction, without the reckless eating spirit of zombies at all—Roman decided to open the box, and he walked over quickly, but the cardboard box ran away. faster.

This strange line of defense was vulnerable to Roman. He kicked the box open, and there was a man squatting inside, with a small figure and wearing a loose jumper.

"Hey, Colin, why are you out?" Picking up the kid, Roman asked...

The boy panted and said intermittently: "I just left Warehouse No. [-]... Kalia didn't come in, so I came out to look for her."

"The warehouse should have closed an hour ago," Issa said, noticing the kid's wide-eyed, typically over-shocked expression.

"There are zombies in there, and they've been in there from the beginning." Colin finally got his words straight, and he recalled with a pale face: "I've been standing at the gate, waiting for them to open the door, but there are two security guards. The team has been guarding the door, holding guns, no one has the guts to go forward... Then I heard someone calling for help, at first it was a man, he screamed like thunder, many people watched In the past, they started running away."

"A lot of people rushed towards the gate. Behind them was a woman with makeup that was thicker than Kalia's. Her chin was covered in blood. She ran very fast. A security team member was at the gate. I was pressed to the ground by her. The person next to me pushed open the door, and I took the opportunity to run out."

"Are you planning to go to Calia?" Roman asked.

"That's right!"

"Then do you know where she is?"

"On the way from the dormitory to the warehouse." The boy said with little confidence, looking at the two adults pitifully, his eyes were moist, as if he could squeeze out a few tears at any time, aha, look at the child brought out by Roman, completely Just like him, Issa remarked.

Of course, the road is not as simple as Colin said, it is very long, from Warehouse No. [-], around those water storage towers, and those roads full of cars parked, it is said that the first batch of refugees drove over Well, at that time, there was obviously no dense crowd of zombies outside. These people just drove in, and it was unbelievably relaxing, as if they lived in another place.

The whole area fell into dead silence. When all human beings disappeared, this rescue base was just like the outside towns that could be seen everywhere.

"Did something happen to Kalia?" Roman asked, trying to dig out some clues from the few remaining messages.

"The school split into two groups and were supposed to leave together. But one boy went missing and the teachers from the other group decided to go find someone and they stayed there."

"It doesn't sound very good." Issa commented, he didn't want to add the next sentence at all, for example, Colin's description is no different from the beginning of a horror movie, and then they will revisit the murder scene.

The school was built in the former exhibition hall. It is a curved two-story building. Several basketballs are placed in the open space in front. Issa noticed that several of the bullet casings on the ground hit the wall directly. Terrible, or overwrought.

The glass door was open, and Roman walked in the front. He picked up a baseball bat from the ground and stuffed it into the boy's hand.

"We'll leave the last step of saving Kalia to you, doesn't it sound good?" He said in a tone that made a lot of sacrifices.

"Great, I can finally knock her unconscious with a baseball bat." Colin replied dryly.

The interior of the house is quite bright, half of the lights are turned on, and they are flickering intermittently, shining on the glass display cases, there are bloodstains on the glass and the floor, it seems that someone was dragged around after being injured——Yi Sa followed the red footprints, they ended behind a door, which was covered with children's colored paper, and there were some strangely shaped children's idols, such as Iron Man with an oval body.

Roman kicked open the door, and it was a completely sealed corridor. Some white cotton wool was stuck between the floor and the ceiling, like some special fishing nets, so fine that even plankton could hardly pass through.

"Oh, they're like spider webs," the boy exclaimed, and he even poked them with a baseball bat, which stuck to them like they could for decades.

"Yeah, specially hang up a child like you." Roman pulled a certain child behind him, then he raised his head and said displeasedly, "They're sticking to my hair."

"It's just two or three." Issa said, he found the lighter, and a small flame burst out.

"Wait, what are you doing? With my hair?" Roman yelled, tugging at the strand of blond hair tangled in the web, which showed no sign of falling out.

These protein-looking things did burn, and Issa set the pair on fire and chopped off a section of his hair before one of His Royal Highness went berserk.

"I have to change my hairstyle." Roman said painfully.

"Happy to help you." Issa said, and the other person seemed to hear the deep meaning of "shave your head bald" contained in that tone, and finally stopped tossing his hair.

Issa looked towards the corridor, those gauze nets were more like ignited wires, they were burnt clean in one go, revealing a few doors that were ajar. Eight-legged insects crawled out from inside, densely covering most of the wall.

Issa remembered these things, they emerged from the body of the huge 'centipede', with pink mouthparts on the abdomen, as long as the timing was right, they would pounce straight on the zombie's face, and began to attack deeply. Mutations.