Your Highness, zombies are coming

This botanical garden is much larger than those transparent houses that people imagine. When the trees of more than ten inches break and then fall to the ground, you will realize how vast the space is framed by the gleaming hexagonal glass. , the mixture of slime, flesh and plant debris occupied most of the woods, a kind of viscous secretion spread around it, with a swallowing sound-it was still growing, although it had swelled to an elongated The size of the truck.

Issa was lying on the ground. He had to give up a submachine gun. The latter was stuck under the tree trunk, and some vines were passing through it. Leaning forward a few inches, Issa held his breath. He has seen the strength of these plants with his own eyes, and it is not difficult to cross human flesh.

The vines crawled straight over, and the man clenched his dagger tightly. If this mutated plant found him, his chances of winning were still very high. Of course, this assumption did not include the same dozen of the same things in the back, and he stayed motionless in the original place. On the ground, the icy thing snaked past the back of his hand, just like being in close contact with some colorful boa constrictors.

Ten seconds passed before the thing without eyes slowly slid in another direction.I don't know what that bastard Roman was dawdling about, but Isa suddenly had this idea. After all, the young man had already aimed at the aggregate a few minutes ago—if he sees the boy later, he must give him a punch. The accident was such a surprise, Issa cursed secretly, walking on the dead leaves and dirt.

The ground was a little too wet, and the cold and sticky water quickly permeated through the people's clothes, carrying an unnecessary, rotten smell.The man stopped and looked around. The fallen leaves that had dried up and turned into pieces were shaking. They were like hot butter, gradually melting into the soil, and most of the ground became smooth and sticky. It was like being stirred evenly by something.

Issa raised his right arm, and a large piece of cloth was torn off and stayed on the ground. This durable cotton cloth, which was said to have fireproof effect, gradually disappeared on the ground, turning into a puddle of gray slime.Then he saw the instigator—the yellow-green liquid coming out from the inside of the soil, coming out one after another like scalding water.

Has that zombie started to vomit stomach juice, he guessed not optimistically, he can't move on, unless he wants to turn into something like vomit, but even if he stands up, he can only provide freshly baked food for the pile of vines. target.

He felt his left foot get tangled, maybe worse than that, like someone was pulling tight like a drag, and damn it, were those vines?Issa turned his head and stared at the grass behind him, a pale hand protruded from it, and it didn't stop moving.

"Shh, it's me," said a whispering voice.

Issa put down the dagger, and the girl who gave up her life didn't look bad, except for the messy hair and sticky dead leaves, she looked like she came back from camp.

"We have to change the place." Luna said softly. She was holding a pistol with a bent barrel, and she pointed to the ground. It seemed that the place was corroded by those acids. The place with completely changed properties is no longer suitable for human beings. stayed.

The two walked through the dense grass, some pollen from the lily of the valley made the nose itchy, Issa tried to look around, the situation was not optimistic, the vines formed a circle like a fence, as if in a Building some kind of vomit courtyard, and that hill-like aggregate, which has become a pale, monstrous sphere that, to put it into words, resembles the eggs of those mythical giant birds.

The surface is covered with red lines, some of which are translucent in the sunlight, conveying unknown liquid like blood vessels, and the bottom is constantly changing shape, with dark red blisters the size of basketballs popping out one by one , and then burst in peristalsis.

Issa couldn't see its top, it was too high, and what kind of monster Lild would become was beyond his consideration.Through the half-thawed undergrowth they reached a marble statue, thanks to some designer whose bad taste had placed more than one mythical figure in the center of the fountain, fighting a giant snake, forming a long Barrier up to ten feet.

"Where's your brother?" Luna asked, taking off the hideously corroded coat, and her elbows had begun to peel, revealing the pink dermis.

"Probably got scared off," said Issa, who was checking the rest of his ammo, and couldn't have been worse. He had only two clips, and a small-bore pistol, and they were dealing with a Thirty feet tall, giant zombies with no weak spots.

"Stop the bad jokes, we need that bazooka, those bullets are useless, the ignition point of palm oil is much hotter than they go off."

"Relax," Issa held down the other's excitedly waving arm, Luna glared at him fiercely, the man took out a piece of bandage as if by magic, the dazzlingly white one, and wrapped it around on her elbow.

"You love him very much, don't you?" Luna asked suddenly, as if it was because of the pain, she continued tremblingly: "Be gentle with ladies, don't become angry with embarrassment, to be honest, Roman is not your brother at all."

The bandaging action paused for a moment, and a bow was quickly tied at the end. The man didn't reply. It seemed that he was born with a certain silent and even withdrawn element, but it also gave him a trustworthy cognition.

Luna withdrew her hand and said in a somewhat businesslike tone, "But you can't always indulge Roman, he has a chance to shoot, hasn't he? But now, we're stuck in the monster's garden, just because he suddenly doesn't want to Use the bazooka."

"If you want to send him a few punches, I won't object, ma'am." Issa said, picking up the backpack that Luna had just dropped and rummaging through it. A box of chewing gum and pepper spray stood alone in the corner.

"Aha, can you ask the owner before doing it?" Luna watched the other party shake the can of irritating liquid twice, and she even had an urge to snatch the spray back.

The sound of those trees breaking one after another, and the sound of gurgling and melting was getting closer and closer. The two didn't speak any more, and they stuck closely behind the marble sculpture.They only had one chance, and Luna took the metal jar, feeling a little regretful that she should have brought a dozen of these jars, and started tapping on the stone carving until, on the third blow, she threw the worth The two-dollar bomb, and praying that Issa shoots it.

This must be the largest anti-wolf spray that has ever been dealt with in the history of mankind. It was thrown more than ten feet away. On the trajectory of the aggregate, a bullet penetrated its outer shell immediately, just like beforehand. Set up the same.

It was not a large-scale explosion, it was just a few square meters of compressed gas, it left several inches of craters on the white giant egg, and a little bit of flame, they expanded like charcoal Scope, that part of the white film began to curl up.

At the top, the pale as plaster cast zombie said, "My guests are hiding here, Layla."

The lower half of his body had been detached from the polymer, leaving only a few thorny connections, and as for the female head, there was a giggle in his chest.

"Can I request a refund now?" Luna asked. She looked at the surrounding intersections. There were more and more vines, and they had become a high wall that was difficult to cross.

"Why? The good show has just begun." Lild tilted his head and asked puzzledly, the burning sore wriggled violently, swallowing most of the scorched black skin. Not a single spark was shed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are standing in the city-state of Troy..." the zombie said aloud in a tone like reading aloud, and he even bowed sharply, just like the opening words of any drama.

"Hell, it's coming again. Can you be more careful when choosing teachers in the future?" Issa tentatively fired a shot, hitting the guy's shoulder directly, and the small bullet hole healed directly. He also squeezed the bullet out of the pool of dead flesh.

"Which area are you referring to?" Luna asked, turning her head sideways.

"Every time he mentions professional knowledge, he will be very excited, just like the one who came out of the SM club."

Before the manager of the base could react, a certain zombie had already jumped to the ground, and those thorny things were wrapped around his body, still growing slowly. He raised his hand, and two blood-red heads emerged from the eggshell. It came out with the outline of a person, but it was covered with disgusting brown-red mucus.

Luna took a deep breath, and even the hand holding the gun trembled a little. This cannot be blamed on her, after all, not many people can recover from the zombie shape of their companions immediately - those two disgusting things are still growing, and after that The neck-like structure stretched out endlessly, like a coelenterate with a human face, twisting its body in mid-air.

"Now, imagine that you are receiving punishment from the gods, like Laocoon who predicted the will of the gods, and he is right behind you now." Lild pointed to the group of stone sculptures.