Your Highness, zombies are coming

No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a rare good weather. The air is mixed with the smell of morning rain, and even the blood on the ground has been washed away.Issa stopped, and in front of him was a long blockade. Some temporarily pulled up nylon ropes constituted this crude isolation. There were a few vacant rooms that were ignored, but now they are crowded with people.

The staff in white sterile suits went in and out there, covering themselves tightly, even using transparent masks.Issa noticed that there were more than a dozen members of the security team standing nearby with guns, looking heavily guarded. They looked inside the house from time to time, as if some zombie with four rows of teeth would pop out of it.

"Are you watching?" a guard called to him.

"I just don't know what happened here, I just passed by." Issa said, he waved his hand to signal that he was about to leave. "Stay away from here if you don't want to get infected," he heard another person say.

This is really strange, they didn't deal with the infected immediately, Issa recalled the scene just now, those medical staff were walking in with some freezers, he bet there were some medicines in them-but what Something that can cure the virus that kills those damn zombies?

He thought of the vaccine that Luna had mentioned. It did exist, but it seemed to come out of nowhere and suddenly came into use.Issa kicked away a piece of shell casing, he frowned, and realized the intention of the blockade area a little belatedly, it was an experiment, an experiment that no one could predict the result, and it was for this reason that there were personnel with guns standing in front of him. Outside, avoid minor accidents that may occur.

Issa thought of the zombie who had just died, and his crazy words. Lild mentioned it many times, about the fact that the entire base was a laboratory of a certain big family, and Issa Been filtering out that pile of stuff as trash.

This is really strange, he is relying on a neurotic speech to deduce the problem, the man sighed, he did not take a step forward, this is the only way to Luna's office, and he is not sure Go ask any questions.

Maybe this is Lild's last conspiracy, Issa thought, but his jealous lover will definitely agree with both hands and feet after knowing it, and it's not a particularly important thing, if Roman can be prevented Such a decision is not too bad, the man rubbed his forehead, he was probably too worried, just like all middle-aged people with endocrine disorders.

The man soon appeared at the door of the moving department. An old man with gray hair was sitting, humming an old song that was out of tune, basking in the sun slowly. "Are you here to register?" he said.

"What?" Issa asked.

"We need twice as many people this time as the porter team departs tomorrow morning." The gentleman who registered took a breath and looked at the newcomers through his glasses.

Issa nodded, and he asked uncertainly, "Will you be in Portland?"

"Ha, are you going on a trip? They will go there. The cities around here have been looted. Portland would be a good choice." The old man flicked the soot off his clothes, even though his uniform had been With thousands of holes in it, he took down the booklet hanging aside and opened a few pages. "Sign your name on it and see you at the gate tomorrow morning at six."

The man took the pen, he hesitated for a while, and then wrote Roman's name after his own name, of course the suffix is ​​Chris - even if I refuse this, that guy will always have the ability to sneak over, Issa has some Numb thinking.Roman is essentially the kind of stubborn bastard who will never give up until he achieves his goal. Unfortunately, he also has the ability to make all reasonable and unreasonable plans come true.

Issa walked back to the room. He stood nearby, smoking a cigarette for a long time, until the sunlight stretched out his shadow, he threw away the cigarette butt and walked back.

"Oh, you're back." Said the young man standing at the other end. There was a large plate beside him, and some blue ripples were still floating on it. It was obvious at a glance that it was the product of outer particles.

Issa's eyes focused on the strange thing, "What are you doing?" He asked, and then subconsciously looked at the two children, who were sitting on the ground, flipping through outdated magazines, seemingly not noticing Strange sight here.

"Let me think about it..." Roman thought, and he put a bread on the disc.

Issa couldn't help walking over to look at that thing: "You actually made pizza... There is no oven here." The man looked at Roman in disbelief, he simply didn't know how to reprimand an alien who had no common sense, even though the food was finished It looks great.

"I did think about it." Roman said, pointing to the plate, which was still glowing, "So Azathoth improvised one, did you smell it?"

"What do you smell..." Issa lowered her head. The thing that was still in the state of soft flour a minute ago has turned golden yellow and looks edible. Human luster.

"This is really great, isn't it?" Roman sighed, ignoring the protests in his mind, the poor, crystallization of the core technology of the empire cried out in grief and indignation: "This is an insult, a huge insult, You actually used outer particles to make prehistoric junk food, is there anything more terrifying than this? I want to tell your father about this..." Its owner chose to shut down the phone with a smile on his face.

They set the table like it was a real vacation, and Kalia even set up some plaid and a candle in the center of the table, "Colin has a present for you," said Kalia, tilting her head Prompting the boy, Colin fumbled for an intercom.

"This is a single receiver. I recorded the frequency of this morning and put it in it. It will only accept that signal, no matter what time it is." Colin said, and he handed the thing to Issa , and then added embarrassingly: "...Mr. Roman did most of it."

Issa buried her head in her food, ignoring the look the young man gave to the two children.I just went out for an afternoon, did the three of them already stand in the same camp - he thought blankly, and received the expected question in the next moment.

"Have you registered with the moving department, Mr. Issa?" Colin blinked his eyes and asked. In fact, more than one person did this. The blond young man also stared at Issa, as if the other party would fly away with wings at any time. of.

The man nodded incredulously, but didn't intend to speak.

Roman glanced at Colin again—the boy continued to ask, "Will you take us with you?"

Issa ate the last bite of the pizza. In fact, the dish was delicious, but if the chef continued to act like this, he would choke sooner or later. "No, you are still too young, you should stay in the base."

"Oh..." Colin responded without surprise, he thought for a while, and then said again: "Actually, Mr. Roman wants to know, did you write his name?" This is obviously not in someone's script , Roman looked out the window with a focused expression, as if a large group of zombies floated outside.

He didn't dare to ask this question. Issa thought, this is really rare. Could it be that the other party's thick-skinned barrier unfortunately failed?Obviously, both of them deliberately avoided a certain topic after last night. Although the quarrel was overshadowed by intense sex, it did not mean that it did not exist.The two adults didn't speak any more, and Issa left the dining table in silence. He lay on his side on the bed, listening to the intermittent voices from the other side.

After a while, maybe a long time, Issa felt the approach of another person, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, not at all ready to sleep.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Issa couldn't help asking.

"I decided to send you away early in the morning." The young man whispered, and he put his hand on the back of Issa's left hand. "The base is not safe. About 200 people were infected by the polluted water source. Maybe there are some guys who have not been quarantined running around outside. Maybe it's good for me to stay with Colin and them..."

Oh my god, is this possessed by Azathoth?Yisa first thought that he had long been used to the other party's stalking style, and when the alien was depressed, he felt strange. "What's the matter with you?" he said straight to the point.

"I know you stood at the door for a long time, two hours and 34 minutes, and you just refused to enter the house." Roman said, his voice was a little muffled, as if soaked in water. "Issa, you don't want to see me."

Well, there was a point, Issa scratched his hair, but there was no rule that a man could not find a place to be quiet, especially when he met a young lover who was good at making trouble.He felt the trembling of the other person, the trembling from the fingers he put on his body, and Issa pulled Roman directly into the quilt, it felt like a large ice cube was put in, it was too cold.

"I do get mad at you," Issa said, stroking Roman's long, soft hair, who looked pitiful with his face buried in the pillow, only the pinnae of his ears showing.

"This kind of thing is nothing, I often quarrel with Carol." The man thought for a while before saying, he is not very good at saying this kind of thing, he originally wanted to say that every girlfriend would do this to him , but then he realized that after the girls slammed the door and left, there was no news from them again-this is not a comforting example.

"He's your brother, that's different." Roman replied, he was huddled on the other side of the quilt, in a position where he was about to fall, and Issa had to pull him back.

"I have registered your name," Isa leaned into the young man's ear and said word by word, "In the name of Roman Chris."

Roman turned his head sideways, the messy hair covered his face, with traces of being wet. "If only I were your brother," he said, looking at his lover who was close at hand. "We'll have a lot of time, and people will take me on trips."

"I've never taken Carol to do these things before." Issa added, looking back at him a little strangely: "Don't you realize that once this assumption is established, we are in hellish incest?"

"Sounds good too..." Another person said shamelessly, the man bit his lip, stopping him from the source.