Your Highness, zombies are coming

Issa was woken up by an old song, and the distorted female voice kept repeating "he broke her heart, the young soldier will never come again", the singing was soft and hoarse, as if breaking up could be like a gospel Tell the world the same.Did that little bastard finally extend his hobby to music? The man straightened up with some effort, his waist was so sore that he had the illusion that his spine had been dismantled and then forcibly joined.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked towards the source of the sound. There was a person sitting at the dining table, it was Colin, and he was playing with something in an oversized jumper.

Issa's first reaction was to pay attention to his clothes. Damn it, he didn't know what was going on in this burned-out brain—the man just grabbed a coat and put it on, where he could see it, It's a series of crimson marks that would be pale enough to be explained by allergies.

"Oh, you're awake," said the boy, jumping off the bar stool and walking over with a cup of brewed black tea. "I heard you were sick, so I stayed here."

"Thank you," Issa sipped his tea. He felt that something was wrong with his throat. After a while, he asked, "Where are Roman and Kalia?"

"They went to Warehouse No. 2, and supplies are being distributed over there. Mr. Roman said that he will prepare a big meal. I haven't eaten his dishes for a long time." Colin said, with a look of expectation on his face. There is no haze, as if he just went to the theme park yesterday instead of almost getting into the stomach of an eight-legged monster.

People should leave some room for fantasy, even if the earth is about to be destroyed, people have to eat first, right?

The boy climbed back into the bar chair, he seemed to have a soft spot for the chest-reaching chair with an old-fashioned radio on it, almost the size of two bricks, and the battery was exposed, don't know which A product of the age—these things are no bigger than the shell of a fingernail in the shops, and even so, they often fail to sell.

"I just found it in the house." Colin said, he picked up the big guy, pressed the play button, and the old song from before began to sing tirelessly again. "It can also receive radio waves, and I was almost able to tune the frequency."

Issa stood aside, watching Colin carefully rotate the parts. The antique radio gave out a harsh communication sound, as if it would be exhausted at any moment, but it gradually quieted down, and some noisy voices came from inside. And gradually become clear.

Whatever was playing over there, even the ramblings of a sleepwalker, would have been a heartening result—there were other beings alive on this continent trying to spread the message to others.

Both people in the room held their breath, listening to the rare message word by word.

"Welcome back to our show, Amy and I will continue to read some letters from the audience." This is really rare, they can still communicate, Issa thought a little surprised, and he even asked Colin to turn up the voice Some.The man in the recorder opened his voice and said: "Mr. Anthony, who lives in District C, said that his sex life is being severely persecuted. The distribution staff refused to distribute condoms to him on the grounds that there are more heterosexual couples. These rubber membranes are needed."

"It sounds... to the height of discrimination, Mr. Leeds, do you think this question is true?" Another female announcer echoed.

"Oh Amy, those stock sizes don't fit anymore..."

As a temporary guardian, Issa directly turned the FM button. According to this trend, the two cheeky hosts must make the show a dirty joke.The communication sounded again, and the man decided to leave the room to Colin, his brain was still throbbing and aching, probably from the aftermath of last night, he decided to go outside to get some air, smoke a cigarette or something.

Colin received the signal again, some wheezing sound came from the other end, it sounded like wind hitting the microphone, very vivid, and then a person's voice.

"I've arrived in Portland, and the journey was not so smooth. I met groups of mutants on the road..." It was a young man, his tone sounded extremely casual, with a cynical tone.Issa felt that the voice was a little familiar—but after being distorted by radio waves, this kind of thing often happened, and he felt that he was a little oversensitive.

"...I see the bridge, it's a good spot to shoot. God, it's crowded up there, wish I'd seen her earlier, I remember having this on my graduation trip, my brother was always so boring, He can't reject all my suggestions just because he has been there, it's really unfair."

The man stopped in his tracks, and his heart hung in the air for almost two seconds before it started beating again - nothing could be wrong, he thought, there would never be a boring brother like me again.

Issa listened carefully, almost as carefully as taking each word apart to study it. The recording didn’t last long, and the player seemed to have taken enough photos. He turned off the radio and prepared to go down a place.

"Are you all right? Are you dizzy?" the boy asked.

"I'm fine." Issa's expression was too serious, although he was usually cold enough, but this time it was different, Colin thought, he had seen a similar situation on Kalia's father's face before. After that, the middle-aged man rushed to the factory gate, and before a group of zombies rushed in, he forced the electric door closed, but his uncle left nothing behind, and was just dragged out by the monster.

Colin rolled his eyes, apparently not ready to believe the words, "Mr. Isa, where are you going?" He trotted ahead of the man's pace, and when Roman left, he promised him that he would take care of people who might go everywhere. Patients running around.

"I'm in a hurry." Issa said, he paused for a while before explaining: "I just found out the whereabouts of my unlucky brother, I have to go to the moving department, maybe they still need someone or something. "

It took Colin a while to digest the message, and he asked hesitantly: "But that man is about to run to the city center, like crazy... Is he really your brother?"

"No one knows better than me that that little bastard will never learn to behave." The man laughed and said in an almost indulgent tone. He opened the door and walked out. The sun at noon was shining brightly outside.

The boy who stayed in the room was lost in thought, and after a few minutes, he uttered a clear emotion: "They must all belong to the secret service."