Your Highness, zombies are coming

It has to be said that the zombies may not scare people, but this high-decibel shout is enough to make most people freeze for several seconds.The undead man was wearing a filthy and blackened white dress, and he kept rushing towards the prey that was slashed by the knife. When everyone raised their guns, things became more troublesome, and the thing was far away from the victim. It was too close.

I don't know whose bullet ended the monster, a big hole was opened in the forehead, and it fell directly on the injured person, and the gentleman's wailing became even more piercing.The thick blade just sank next to his collarbone, and a large amount of blood spewed out, more like a sign of a cut artery.

The accompanying ex-medical staff took him away quickly, but the smell of blood still filled the entire space, enough to attract more zombies hidden in the dark.

The warehouse door was just ahead, and Jamie squatted down and groped a few feet above the ground before he aligned the key and inserted it. "This is an emergency measure. Usually it is an electronic lock." He said casually, and then took a few steps back.

The two people in charge of exploring the road kicked open the door, and they quickly put down the flashlights—listed companies always like to make some names for energy saving and environmental protection. This warehouse is [-] feet high, and the top is mixed with transparent The noon sun penetrated through the plastic sheets, and they were placed neatly and orderly on the shelves that were two or three people high. Those iron shelves were full of boxes, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Look at what's here, they put all the cigarettes in this area, can I get one now?" a person asked, staring at the boxes intently, as if meeting a long-lost girlfriend .

"Smoking is prohibited across the board, and the captain said that commissions will be deducted."

Issa was assigned to operate a flatbed truck. There were 15 people in the team, and only he and Jamie had ever operated this kind of machine. As for Roman, he was kicked out of the car by the serious leader, who mercilessly drove him away. I rushed to the line of moving boxes.

"It's so lazy that it's evil, you're condoning crime, Chris." The team leader said confidently, like a tough guy in a movie, and quickly left with two barrels of olive oil on his shoulders.

Issa was carrying the top box in a somewhat rusty way. The last time he did this kind of thing was more than ten years ago. He was thrown into the warehouse by the boss to work. There was everything in it, from the smuggled red wine to the soon-to-be-released For the munitions to the Middle East, he still remembers the flash bomb that fell on the ground by mistake, and his boss stood more than ten meters away and said it was a box of explosives.I don't know what happened to them, Isa thought, judging from the private arsenal of that group of people, they should be doing well.

"Do you need my help?" Another flatbed truck drove over backwards. Jamie was obviously much more proficient than him, and he took down the tallest box in ten seconds.

"It's almost cleared up there. I never thought that I would come back and evacuate the entire company. This is really..." Jamie said sadly, as if he had a deep sense of guilt, and Issa hadn't had time to publish it yet. Any consolation, the young man spoke again: "It may sound terrible, but it feels so good, it's like a dream come true." He sent out a sigh of satisfaction.

There are not many people left in the warehouse, most of the daily necessities have been moved out, the place has become completely empty, Jamie has just put down the last box, a violent gunshot came from the east, and the entire space reverberates.

"...My God, help!" A man shouted hissingly from the other end.

"It's Tadlow and the others." Jamie frowned. He seemed to get along badly with the members of the security team who laughed at him.

Issa picked up the gun and signaled the people beside him to be quiet. Before they could get around the row of lockers, two people rushed over staggeringly. It's like seeing a ghost: "There's something in the freezer...it's big, and there's too much..." he stammered, panting with his head bowed.

"What?" Jamie couldn't help asking.

Issa heard a sound of water, more like the gurgling sound of a sewer pipe, and then he turned his head to look at the location where the two people were running - there was a mountain of garbage, which was Issa's first thought , but the brown-black thing was 'alive', and was squirming towards the place where several people were at a very fast speed.

Issa could see clearly that there were countless corpses wrapped in the mucus, their eyes were closed tightly, and they seemed to have no hair at all, only the smooth heads with corpse spots and sharp teeth remained.The zombies are trapped inside, more like a group of cursed wraiths.

"Run." Issa said in a low voice.

"Wait, the entrance is blocked by it," Jamie reminded, pointing to another door. "We can go into the cargo aisle."

They rushed to the door dozens of feet away, but this did not mean any degree of safety. The monster had completely discovered the food, and it was pouring over like sewer sewage. It is difficult for you to understand a viscous The pile of corpses can reach that speed.

"Hurry up, damn it... it's almost here, it'll swallow us in no time," Tadlow yelled, and he fired at the thing indiscriminately until the bullets in the magazine were spent dry Two clean.The zombies that were hit, even one that was hit in the skull, didn't stop moving, they still opened their mouths, howling like the hungriest beast.

Jamie was still squatting on the ground, holding a large bunch of keys in his hand, and he obviously didn't know which one it was.

"Have you ever opened the door, mentally handicapped." Tadelo yelled cursingly, and he was about to snatch the pile of keys when Issa held down his wrist.

"Quiet." The man withdrew his hand and turned his gaze back to the monster again.

"I see Cardiff," said Tadlow's companion, trembling all over. "He was eaten, those things just tore him in two..."

The door lock slammed, drawing everyone's attention back. The monster was getting closer and closer. Give it another two seconds, or less time, and the slime on its edge could touch the exit— —God knows what harm those snots will do to the human body.

"I'm going to get in the car," Tadlow said, rushing out first.

This is the back door of the supermarket, and it is completely in two directions from the parking lot. A wall blocks the outside of the supermarket, and the road to the front door is on the left - it is blocked, and a container truck is lying there. Both ends of the car were crushed out of shape, leaving no room for passage.

"Go this way." No one spoke anymore, and they all followed Jamie. In fact, even people like Tadlow had no chance to complain. The thing seemed to be fully awake. It was squeezed out, like some kind of spoiled pudding, shaken, and pustules-like brown-red bumps appeared on the outside, and then flooded over the walls and buildings like a tide.

They can only escape endlessly, and there are still some scattered zombies on the street. Before these sad predators can even react, they are swallowed by the huge ball of slime-it is expanding, just like the Isa number Just like the pile of plants I saw a few days ago, it is hard to imagine any weapon that can kill them completely.

"We can't run any more," said Issa, noticing that two of the team were on the verge of losing their strength. "Jamie, is there a way to climb the tallest building you mentioned?"

"Of course... I worked as a cleaner there..." said the young man, wiping the sweat from his brow with effort. "Turn left at the next intersection, and I'll show you around Portland Panorama."

The Yakland Tower, built in 2015, is [-] stories high. If it were in New York, it would only be the most common office building. However, this is Portland, and there is nothing taller than it within dozens of miles. of the building.As for the slug-like monster, no one thought it could climb eighty flights of stairs, and the narrow passage was enough to throw it off.

Issa pushed the revolving door and walked in. This lobby made of white marble is extremely beautiful, and the pillars of the same color are carved in the style of Roman columns.The monster was blocking a place within walking distance. The zombies inside were squeezed onto the transparent glass, forming a black mass. Their faces were pressed into a flat surface, and the brown-black teeth were on the outermost surface. It was more like a piece of lifelike , a relief depicting Purgatory.

The double-layer floor-to-ceiling glass is cracking, and it won't be long before it will fill the entire space.

They dealt with a few scattered zombies. The fire escape was still dozens of feet away. There was a huge vibration and roar at the door. By virtue of inertia, the pile of dead bodies directly reached the center of the hall. They twisted their bodies and grew ferociously. Mouth, as if that organ could never be closed.

They followed closely behind their prey, and some began to crawl. The eyes of these creatures were tightly closed, leaving only the outline of the eyeballs, and the body was too smooth, with mucus, and could even pass through the narrowest space, as if Even the bones disappeared.

Tadlow kicked open the safety door. His skill was not bad, and he directly killed a zombie hiding behind. However, his companion was in a bad state, running almost at the end of the four. They had just climbed a flight of stairs. , those things have poured in, accompanied by a rotten, suffocating smell.

Issa looked at the young people beside her. They had been running for a long time, and everyone was exhausted. At this moment, only dying people would stop.

"My God, it's got me!" screamed the gentleman at the end of the line as he stumbled on the steps, a hand protruding from the slime grabbing his ankle.

Issa looked around and saw that this was already the corridor on the second floor. A life-saving ax was hanging next to the fire extinguisher, which fully complied with the latest regulations on escape routes.The man picked up the ax, and the situation wasn't too bad. The zombie was stuck between the metal fences, and there was no way to get out.

Tadlow grabbed the ax with one hand, he seemed quite anxious, cursed God from time to time in his mouth, he quickly chopped off the zombie's wrist - that messy monster no longer protruded upwards, obviously Stumbled on that little door.

"Now, what the hell should I do?" Tadlow scratched his hair, and he helped his companion who had been paralyzed by fright. "We're stuck here."

"There are two exits from the building," Jamie said, licking his lips and pointing to the ceiling. "It's split in half from the inside, which means there are two lobbies and a fully connected office on the 42nd floor."

"It's fucking great, we might be killed by the stairs." Tadlow said viciously, his hostility was not only aimed at Jamie, but also the black-haired man who hadn't spoken.

Issa didn't take this matter to heart. He had encountered many such gangsters, and most of them could speak cursing slang more smoothly than ordinary people.Compared to this, the more worrying issue was the bullets. He only had half a magazine left, and the other two had already run out of bullets.If there are any infected employees of the whole company on this road, they probably only have the option of waiting to die.

"How many more floors?" Tadlow asked.

"Tenth floor." Issa said, they hadn't rested all the time, and without the walkie-talkie, the convoy couldn't find the lost person. Similarly, there was no reason to wait for them at the same place.

"Yes, after that, we will be safe." Tadlow sneered, an ominous light flashed in his eyes. Of course, he himself has a fierce appearance, and it is difficult for anyone to capture this—this The man turned sideways, and he gestured towards his companion.

As Jamie said, the 42nd floor is very wide, with dark floor-to-ceiling glass, and rows of neatly arranged desks.

Everyone was gasping for breath, Issa was about to take the next step when an electromagnetic communication sounded from his pocket and the other three were staring at him - 10 minutes ago, they had exchanged messages and no one was carrying the communicator.

"I should have known..." Tadlow yelled, looking at Issa like he was looking at a zombie who should have been killed. "Betrayer, last time you knocked out a whole team of us at the base, together with that male whore, and now? Are you going to kill us all?"

Jamie stared at the two of them in a daze, apparently still not understanding.

"Give me the intercom!" Tadlow said.

"That thing can't communicate." Issa said, he knew that the other party was talking about a kidnapping related to Lild, and he really couldn't explain that—not many people knew that the group of zombies in the base kept intelligence in life.

"Give it to me!" Tadlow repeated. He snatched the thing from the man's pocket, but no matter how hard he pressed the call button, the burst of communication and wind could not disappear.

"I've seen the panorama of Portland..." A young man's voice came out from the intercom. He was still leisurely lamenting the color of the Columbia River, which sounded out of place.

Tadlow pursed his lips. He seemed to be aware of the importance of this useless electronic product to Issa, and he threw the walkie-talkie out. There was a window pushed out in that direction.

Issa rushed over subconsciously. No one could guarantee that he would receive this radio wave again. Carol was already very close to him, and he could not give up this opportunity.There was a heavy blow on the back of his neck, an elbow, and the force was so damn good, the man wanted to raise the gun, but he obviously just fired a bullet to the ground.

"We can't waste bullets." A man said, took his weapon away, and kicked him hard in the stomach a few times, the sharp pain gradually blurred, not a good sign, Issa thought, the vision Everything in it gradually distorted, and finally disappeared completely.