Your Highness, zombies are coming

At first, there were footsteps coming from the ground, chaotic and irregular, just like a group of drunken drunkards.The voices were getting closer, and Issa forced himself to open his eyes. His head was heavy, with pain from the inside out, as if he had been filled with a case of beer-no one would Drink, said a voice, but why not?he asks.

Well, that's because they're all dead and about to eat Chris's Human BBQ.

The tone of the curse was too flat, as if the Chris inside had died, the man couldn't help but shiver.He woke up and saw some wobbly little legs, walking stiffly, the effect only disabled people and zombies can do.

Yes, those walking corpses are just ten feet away, at least three or four, wandering aimlessly in the room - they obviously haven't found a living person lying on the ground, which is a big deal for zombies Not often——Issa breathed slowly, and moved towards the desk next to him. The movement was very slow, but every time he pulled the wound in his abdomen, probably a rib was broken, he thought with a little discouragement.

Before he could even climb behind the only cover, a zombie had already slowly walked over. It was a woman, still wearing ten centimeter high heels on her feet.The man took out a dagger, and he remained lying on the ground, waiting for the other party.

The lady tripped and it was still struggling on the ground, the shoes seemed to be quite in the way.Issa cut from its throat all the way to the back of the spine.He was running out of strength, though the dagger from the future had always been able to treat corpses like tallow.

He carefully climbed behind the desk, and the noise of the other zombies became smaller and smaller, as if they had gone away.Issa glanced at his watch, the minute hand had just passed a quarter of a circle, and it hadn't been too long since he passed out. These walking corpses were probably attracted by the gunshot, just like wild dogs smelling meat .

God bless, I hope I don’t meet any big guys, Issa looked out again, there was nothing at the door, he just breathed a sigh of relief, but choked up in the next second—the ground started to shake, One blow followed another, followed by a roar worse than that of a racing car motor.

I should not have prayed of any kind!Issa thought angrily as he climbed over one desk after another—thanks to the high efficiency of capitalism, these desks were designed to save space, giving him enough room to hide.

But the voice was getting closer and closer, as if an unknown monster had been lurking a few feet away, but the man saw nothing, he squatted halfway beside the office chair, not daring to move until he saw A drop of liquid falls from above.Issa looked up, and the monster was on the ceiling above him, with sticky secretions all over its mouth.

He and the thing looked at each other for two seconds. In fact, Issa was looking at it one-sidedly. The thing had no eyes, and instead of the eye sockets, there was only a protruding forehead, and the blood-red folds were squeezed together, piled up on two rows of teeth. face.Issa realized that what was waiting for this thing was probably the movement of the prey. For hunters with zero vision, they often use the way of capturing vibrations.

As animal experts say, when you encounter a poisonous snake, you can stay still and wait for it to leave.But damn scientific theory, who would be foolish to hang out with a monster like this and expect it to pass a free meal—Issa stared at the zenith, that thing had shark-like teeth, and Those sharp claws had already dug into the wall. It was twice the size of a normal person, and it obviously possessed unimaginable strength.

Issa put his hands on the office chair, which was connected to five small wheels, a structure that was easy to push. He pushed the chair away with one hand, stood up and ran outside.

As he expected, the monster pounced on the first thing to move, and it jumped onto the chair, which wobbled around several times, with some zombie still sitting on it, until the chair was still, It also sticks out its tongue, a cylinder as solid as a steel cable, and pokes at the sponge.Perhaps the smell of industrial products was too strong, or it finally realized that it had been deceived, the monster roared, the sound was angry and sharp, it jumped suddenly, and quickly crawled along the side wall.

The man hadn't reached the safe exit yet, the previous injury was a little more serious than he imagined, with every movement, a broken bone trembled precariously, Yisa rushed forward with all his strength, the endless pain made him As he became more conscious, he pressed the cross relief in the middle of the dagger, killing a zombie in seconds.

But he was still too slow, the huge monster jumped down from the zenith, and even the ground shook. Issa looked around, he was standing in the middle of a corridor, and in front of him was a drooping Tongue mutant zombies, while the remaining space is gradually occupied by walking corpses, they are obviously attracted by a monster with a loud voice.

If I can leave this ghost place completely, the first thing I do is to kill that son of a bitch. Issa picked up the knife. Compared with the monster in front, this dagger is only as big as one of its nails. It's hard to inspire confidence.

Maybe I'll have to ask Roman for a longer weapon, although his things are always too fancy to wear on the body-the man has his back against the wall, and the monster is already rushing towards him, crawling on all fours at a terrifyingly smooth speed, One more second, Issa thought, and I might be saying goodbye to the world.

"Everyone, please let me go, what happened here?" A voice came from outside, and in the next moment, an arrow pierced the mutant's shoulder.

The roar of the monster became louder, and Issa even had the urge to cover his ears. He looked towards the other end of the corridor. It was a man in a red hoodie, holding a mechanical crossbow in his right hand, just like that. Standing casually in the pile of zombies - in fact, he has already trapped several zombies, for example, he inserted an arrow into the shoulder blades of two walking corpses, and the two poor things fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The man took two steps forward. He was wearing a hood, and most of his face was covered in shadows, leaving a vague and inaccessible impression.

"What a big guy..." the man said to himself, he twisted his neck, and then said in a playful tone: "Come on, I have a Frisbee here."

This mutant is obviously easy to be teased. Perhaps its genes do contain a part of the spiral chain of a large dog. There is a big meal, but in the remaining will of this zombie, it is not as good as the guy who injured it.

The stranger took a few steps back. He seemed to be quite familiar with bows and arrows. Within a few seconds, he had replaced with double arrows and shot them all at the monster's upper body.The last arrow hit the thing in the middle of the forehead. He whistled excitedly, and ran towards the hall without looking back.

Issa followed and walked over. He dealt with some dying zombies. The other party didn't seem to be eager to kill them, but just nailed these walking corpses to the wall, looking at the living people passing by with distorted expressions. Waving twice in the air.

I hope that this mischievous gentleman will not miss, Isa looked at him in silence, that person was bouncing around on a row of tables, at the same speed as that mutant who was running around madly, the latter had already caught up with a huge target Nothing different, it sticks out its tongue, the thing draws a long scratch on the wall, and the man sidles away, as precisely as rehearsed.

It's hard to describe this person's skills, he just ran around like playing, without any consideration of a safe distance from a certain monster, but after a few minutes, he was still standing there intact, the mutant lying on his back A few feet away, the ground was covered with its 'blood', some tan fluid that came from a wound.

"Hey, look this way." The man said, he took out a short knife, and he stood there quietly, while the mutant was sharpening his claws and rushing towards him.In the blink of an eye, he jumped onto the back of the monster, plunged the blade into the stubby neck of the monster, and then cut the final connection down, the ugly head rolled on the ground, and finally stopped , it still opened its mouth, as if it has not yet understood the process of its complete death.

Issa watched the man stand up, he seemed to turn his head to look at himself, and then ran over at an unbelievable speed—no, he rushed up directly, and he hugged Issa tightly, as if about to It's like killing someone with all your strength.

"Issa..." he said, surprisingly softly. "I actually got to meet you."

"Carol, if you want me to bleed internally, keep doing this." Issa said, his worrying brother finally let go of his hand and carefully supported him.

"I didn't mean to," explained a young man whose hat of terrible taste had been pulled back by Issa, revealing the blond hair that fell to the ears, missing the hairspray, and the overlong bangs hung softly on the on his forehead.

"I guess I need an explanation, about these months," said Issa, who kept looking at Carol, who had all ten fingers in place and was wearing a mess of silver. ring.

"How did you find me?" Carol asked as he kicked a zombie off the couch and sat down with his dark-haired brother.

"This is my question time." Issa picked a comfortable position, like a parent who just left the school's open day, with a skeptical look, but also as if he knew everything.

"It might take a while." Carol said, putting his hand by his earlobe, turning the metal stud on it, thinking about it for a while before he said, "We rented a jeep, the big red There are four of them in total...The next thing, if I tell the truth, you won't scold me, will you?" He looked at his brother uncertainly.