Your Highness, zombies are coming

It's been three days since they left the base, but they still haven't seen the Portland road sign. In terms of intercity traffic in the past, this is almost impossible-the team chose several old roads from the 30s, and the bumps were too much , the ups and downs that can shake people's bones apart.According to the team leader, the highways are blocked by cars that look like scrap iron, and many people often die in those places. If you are unlucky, you will encounter hundreds of zombie groups.

But those ghosts have been all over the United States, and even on such deserted roads, they have encountered a small group.Counting from the day when the virus broke out, 120 days have passed, and those corpses still show no signs of decay, and the microorganisms that are good at destroying corpses have failed on them. It means to fall down.

The small group of zombies was quite hungry. When they were still a thousand feet away, the convoy heard a low roar like a gust of wind. The two large trucks and the off-road behind them sped up their speed one after another. ahead, and getting closer.

Issa hadn't seen the zombies outside for more than a month. They became more malnourished, their cheeks were sunken to the point where only the cheekbones remained, and their teeth were more obvious than ever, like sharp awls. Just showing a dead tan, the fat between the bones and the skin of these zombies seems to have completely disappeared, and the exposed wrists are as dry as tree trunks, as if they could be easily broken.

The first truck approached those monsters. Almost everyone predicted that these flimsy things would be crushed to pieces, but most of the monsters avoided them. They ran very fast, probably faster than sprinters. The world record holder is even more terrifying.

These zombies left the road until the second truck left, and they rushed straight to the car behind.The off-road vehicle at the front stopped suddenly, and slithered on the ground for several seconds - a zombie fell on the front glass of the car. The glass was completely cracked and almost turned into something like a spider web. The driver could only Hit the brakes.

This decision could be fatal. Immediately afterwards, the zombies swarmed up. They seemed to smell the smell of humans, and they tried their best to slap the protective net outside the car window, just like some unreasonable robbers.

"People in car No. [-] get down." The leader gave an order, and through the walkie-talkie, he made everyone's guns aim at the living dead. "Hope the bullets hit the zombies, gentlemen, start shooting."

Those zombies obviously haven't mutated yet, and only one bullet to the forehead can kill them. The almost dehydrated corpses are very light, and even a few small-caliber bullets can make them take several steps back, and then fall completely to the ground .

"We have to ask the maintenance department to add a guardrail to the front of the car, which will scare people out of their hearts." The driver who was in the same car as Issa said with emotion. He is a young man in his 20s and looks like a prospective graduate. , It took half a minute to even load and unload the magazine.

"Zombies have become smarter." Issa said, looking at the corpse lying on the side of the road, the eyelids of the thing had almost shrunk, the eyeballs protruded from the outside, and the abdomen was much plumper than the rest of the body, obviously eating somewhere After a meal.

The walkie-talkie that was converted into a receiver never rang again. Issa once suspected that it was broken, and he began to worry about Carol, a guy who ran around and couldn’t even use a gun. How could he be outside? Been bouncing around for so long.He decided to torture the little bastard, and let him explain how he ran from Forest Park to the base and then slipped out of it—it was more elusive than a wild cat.

The entire carriage was surprisingly quiet, the noisy driver was staring at the bad road conditions, while Roman and Issa turned around strangely, the other party was closing his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up yet—in fact, he had been in the car before Sleep, and then kill three of them at once when the hordes of zombies came to harass, but those gadgets are obviously enough to keep the aliens refreshed.

"What's wrong?" Isa asked.

"I'm trying to analyze the virus." Roman whispered, he smiled at Isa, he closed his eyes again, and those three-dimensional maps about battleships and planets slid across his field of vision, flashing in an incalculable amount.

"Neither, there is nothing in it." Roman said to his brain, and he emptied the pile of data that was still spreading.

"Your Highness, there is no need for you to look for a planet in your dreams. This kind of thing itself is a human imagination and only exists in your subconscious."

"I feel it, as if I've seen it with my own eyes." Roman said that humans don't often have such dreams, and the consciousness remaining in the cerebral cortex will dissipate in a short time, even the genetically modified to the cutting-edge imperial royal family the same.

He dreamed that he was sitting on a spaceship and was gradually flying away from a lavender planet. It had three layers of pale planetary rings, each of which was brighter than the other, like the skirt of a girl floating away.However, large-scale explosions are taking place on that planet, and they can be seen from space, flowers of death that bloom and then gradually fade.

Then he looked to the other side, a huge ship was suspended, it was bigger than all the motherships that Roman had seen, the lines were straight and full of layers, but the surface was more like a shell riddled with holes, When he got closer, Roman realized that there were tens of thousands of reliefs, densely covered like some cosmic fungi, with a strong sense of ominousness and madness.

The ship stretched out its main cannon, and even the weapon was covered with carvings. At the same time, a large number of red light spots began to converge, and a section of crimson laser light hit the planet, and a black spot appeared at the place where it hit. That thing began to spread, from the inside to the outside, as if it could corrode to the innermost part of the planet.Then it starts to shrink, swallowing everything it can, like a true black hole.

The whole scene was too depressing. In the dream, Roman’s eyes never left the planet. He even thought that he could destroy it along with it—but that was really ridiculous. As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, 6000 million warships The leader of the world will be sad to death because of an ordinary planet.

"You just don't want to admit that you almost cried, Your Highness." Asatos interjected.

"Do you want to rebel? Computer, I need to find a planet that was destroyed by the Pope."

"There are too many planets like that, and those lunatics treat resources like renewable garbage..." Azathos quickly changed his tune, as if he realized that his master was in a bad mood. "It will take some time. I can only analyze the existing data and make some assumptions."

Roman decided to continue pretending to be asleep. He leaned his face on the man's shoulder, as if he would not get up no matter how bad the road conditions were.

This bumpy road finally came to an end, and they reached the main road in and out of Portland, a suspension bridge across the Columbia River.The road into the city is completely empty, as opposed to the reverse lane that is packed with traffic at the other end.Those cars were at a standstill, and many of them still had their doors open. One truck had completely deviated from the road, with half of its wheels hanging outside the protective belt.

It's the same in all big cities. When people find that the escape road is blocked, they can only choose to leave on foot, leaving only these means of transportation that were almost collided together, as they were on the day of the incident.

A place where everything is still, it feels like a grave, the streets are covered with dead leaves, the bushes are still too green, and the flower beds are almost dead.The convoy drove very slowly, and it was not easy to choose a road that would allow large trucks to pass. The two motorcyclists ahead had already driven onto the main road.

"Portland used to be the 'City of Roses'. In the spring, there are colorful roses everywhere. These flowers are so common that not many people would like to use them on Valentine's Day." Said the young man who was driving. He seemed to be here before. After studying in college, he pointed to the high-rise building a few blocks away: "It's the tallest place in the city, and there is a toilet with floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor... It's a nightmare, and there are always outsiders who pay to try that thing. "

"French windows, you mean they pay people to visit...?" Roman seemed to be very interested in this topic, and he added enthusiastically: "I've only seen interracial people doing this."

"You left after college?" Issa asked preemptively, not wanting to hear about alien interests at all right now.

"No, it was at Easter." Jamie replied, sitting in the driver's seat. Every normal person who survived knew that it was when the virus first broke out, and those dead people came back to life in the most incredible way. Come on, like Jesus Christ woke up three days after his death, but those dead can only bring disaster, panic, and more death.

"We're almost there," Jamie said, as the convoy pulled into a parking lot next to a large shopping mall with its glass doors open. After four months, these shiny things were half destroyed by dust and lifeless. of.

The leader of the team was a veteran. Issa had seen him in Luna's escort. He was a man who was silent and observant. He jumped out of the car first. In the next moment, he casually knocked down the pedestrians on the road with his baton. Corpse, just like everyday food. "Jamie," he called suddenly.

The young man ran out of the car in a hurry. Issa picked up the magazine he dropped on the seat, and suddenly had the idea that he deserved the high unemployment rate of college students.Roman was still arranging his hair, looking like he finally realized how long he had slept, and the man angrily dragged him out of the car together.

"...It's like this, we just need to walk into the staff corridor and open the door of the warehouse... Do you have any questions?" Jamie stood among everyone, and the atmosphere was like they organized a doomsday attraction Like a tour group.

"How are you sure there's still food in there? The survivors may not even leave dog shit behind." Someone questioned, and his friends all laughed.

"Gentlemen who have doubts about this can stay outside, and I will deduct part of the reward. The door was locked by Jamie, and I prefer to believe him." The leader glanced at them, and no one interrupted.

The place to go is next to the gate, a metal gate that says visitors are not allowed to enter. It was originally an automatic gate. After the power was cut off, this structure was firmly resisted by metal pipes. It took them almost 5 minutes to destroy it. Lost that damn strong lever.

The [-]-watt lighting is enough to illuminate this corridor clearly. The inside is very clean, and there is not even a shadow of a zombie. Such a place often reminds people of fear, and you will never guess which corner, or Behind the pillars stand the living dead who have been killing you.

Issa was at the end, sweeping the flashlight across the wall, and there was about five feet of blood, almost all over the wall, as if it had been splashed with a bucket of paint. "That doesn't look like a gun," he said.

"It's even less human." Roman added that he was very close to the man, basically only two clothes away.

Some people chatted, and Jamie, who was walking in front, suddenly shouted: "Hey, don't open that door." He was referring to the team members who had laughed before, but this sentence was obviously a bit late. A stench came from the room that had just been opened, just like the disgusting smell that those zombie piles could achieve.

Most of the people raised their guns reflexively, and faced the room silently, until Jamie reminded aloud: "It used to be a frozen meat warehouse, and I guessed it would be so smelly."

"Great, we almost shot at a pile of rotten beef," said a man in a baseball cap, visibly frightened, walking towards Jimmy, who was about to pass the door. The door of the frozen meat store, a knife was slashed on his shoulder, and the next moment, his screams echoed throughout the corridor.