Your Highness, zombies are coming

Roman didn't continue the topic, he realized that Issa's attitude towards younger relatives was similar to his father's attitude, even his restless younger sister, Mefilia and her restless brain. The glass in the City Hall was broken into pieces, and the old guy will not pursue it.He would just half-slump on the chair, and then issue a warning to the research institute—as if the group of old men who couldn't walk were the ones who did the bad things, and it had nothing to do with the girl who acted like a baby in his arms.

Can't think about it anymore, Roman looked out of the car window with some melancholy, he still remembered the tragedy of trying to use outer particles to complete his homework ten years ago - he destroyed the entire study room, and the chandelier on the zenith fell directly , and those ore flakes that store books have all turned into powder.Perhaps because of sexism, he didn't get the same treatment as Mefilia, and the embarrassing Emperor kicked him out of the main star and sent him to find a nickel-ore planet by himself.

He had to fly through the jump gate in a primitive ship, and it felt terrible, like being thrown in a blender dozens of times, and in that time, he had made at least ten jumps .

"I can understand you, Your Highness," Asatos said.

"Oh, come on, it's you who proposed to experiment with the electronic board in the study." Roman said, he noticed that the car had already driven into the road next to the base. "Although I have always wanted to settle accounts with you, this is not the time, Azathoth."

"I need to monitor a person, [-]/[-]." After Roman finished speaking, some small, dust-like things drifted away in the car, and no one would notice this—they had just caught up with the convoy, and Jamie was talking to the front The companions in several cars were chatting, and Carol was describing the current situation of several big cities with his elder brother. Such a peaceful atmosphere is like mist, which only needs a little wind to blow away.

One thing that no one expected was that the base was extremely lively at this time. After a few cars drove back, the people who were partying and drinking in the square became even more excited, and they dragged the gentlemen of the moving team out of the cars , placing plastic cups filled with beer in the hands of new entrants.

Those people cheered and yelled, and some people jumped on the makeshift platform to take off their clothes and circle around, as if the group of zombies outside the high wall were just a group of horror movie actors with makeup on, Jamie looked around and asked in a low voice Said: "Are they crazy?"

The three people in the same car also looked dull. You must know that before the convoy left, this place had just experienced a mutant zombie attack. The shadow of the virus was so heavy that everyone couldn't breathe. Happier than Independence Day.

A brown-haired girl came up, she was even wearing a green cheerleading uniform, "Hey, gentlemen, what are you doing standing around?"

"We just don't quite understand, what are we celebrating here?" Roman forced a smile, a freshly opened bottle of beer was spilled on his head, and when the hair was sticky and sticky, no one could be happy.

The girl widened her eyes and looked at several people with the expression of looking at the zombies that suddenly broke in. She explained: "The vaccine has taken effect, and hundreds of people who were infected last time have recovered, and none of them died. People say this potion will fight all infections... that's amazing, isn't it, like the flu."

She took Jamie away, and the young man kept staring at her stupidly, without any resistance at all.The remaining three people were still digesting the explosive news. Carol was the first to speak: "I want to find a dormitory or something. They must not have left beds for missing persons."

"You can come to live with us, the area is very large, and you only need to move another mattress." Roman said, he seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, such as the role of a considerate girlfriend, and even Issa could bear it. Can't help but look at him.

"Are you sure?" Carol looked at him suspiciously: "I always feel that someone will stand by my bed in the middle of the night and pour a big glass of ice water."

Roman pretended that he didn't hear any comments. He took the lead to pass through the crowd. Those people seemed to be drugged. One moment they hugged each other, and the next second they might fall to the ground. The world has been crazy for a long time, and now This carnival is nothing at all.

A gentleman with a plastic orchid on his chest stood on top of the van, holding a megaphone in his hand, as if mobilizing all employees of the company to create performance, and vowed: "Ladies and gentlemen, zombies can no longer Stop us, their time is past..."

"Even if there is a vaccine, they can't fight the monsters outside." Carol said coldly. He was pulled by a plump lady for a while, and he looked like he was fighting a zombie.

"That's right, if everyone is like you, and even girls can't handle it, then don't even think about this kind of war." Roman nodded, watching a brat explode with satisfaction, of course he didn't believe that the other party could destroy The whole earth - just such a random human being can survive to this day, except for the explanation of miracles, there are only some inexplicable reasons left.As an atheist, Roman certainly leans towards the second explanation.

They spent several days doing nothing, and Carol even turned over a deck of cards. For Roman, this ancient gambling game he had only seen in the projector, he was pushed onto the table, and then Losing several games in a row - even Colin could beat him, the result embarrassed the boy, so he gave Roman his entire deck.

Then someone loses the money anyway, and Carol jumps back into her bed, shaking a bag full of chips.

"You guys are extorting! I've never played this before." Roman said, burying his head in the pillow, a state of being deceived.

"You can win the money back another day." Issa reassured, the only use of those plastic chips is to buy food for everyone, it's not a big deal, well, although now there is an extra use for bullying aliens.After filing the complaint, Roman still looked like he was being bullied. He kissed the man several times before he gradually planned to sleep.

It was a quiet and silent night, and even the wailing of the undead could not be heard. Roman opened his eyes, and blue light flashed from his pupils. In his eyes, it was a base , a light spot is moving on it, quite insignificant.

"He has been away for 1 minute." Asatos explained.

Roman carefully leaves the bed, he doesn't want Issa to know, whether it's stalking Carol, or the stupid things that kid may have done-both facts will make the other uncomfortable, and Roman doesn't want this mess Press on the man.

He didn't intend to catch up with Carol in a short time. There were still a lot of outer particles left on the kid, enough to transmit the other party's coordinates back... The light spot stopped, and it had lasted for five seconds, Roman Think, he remembered that place, a warehouse in a remote area - when he walked in there last time, he lost consciousness directly.

Roman's heart beat faster, and he realized that as long as he walked another hundred feet, he would eventually discover something about the secrets that bothered him and about Carol. The door of the warehouse, the latter's door is still locked, and the chain is stained with rust, as if it has never been opened.However, the particle map clearly shows that Carol is inside, separated from him only by a wall.

The young man raised his head and looked at the cement house. It was built in a single, rigid, and without any sense of decoration. It just stood quietly on the ground, as if it was used to store goods. He didn't think that Carlo Al could climb that window a few dozen feet high.There must be another entrance here, he thought, the outer particles flew up lightly, circling around the whole building, these small things are like signal receivers, transmitting the materials they touch back to the processor of the brain .

Roman put his hand on the wall, he looked at the structure diagram carefully, and then he froze - the pain suddenly filled his mind, it was so vivid that it was hard to ignore, just like when he was facing Lild, like It was as if some percussion instrument was beating inside... He leaned against the wall, but the pain continued and grew stronger.

The mental brain that was chattering just now seemed to have disappeared, leaving only pain. Those things were like a pincer attack of ice and fire, making people gradually lose even the strength to stand up.The highest technology of the hell, it must have a virus, Roman thought, and everything began to distort before his eyes, like some abstract paintings that no one could understand.

When the deadly pain subsided, he found himself sitting in a chair surrounded by gray concrete walls and a glass window, like a half-built house.He was not surprised, but continued to write and draw in a notebook, which was not in English, Roman thought, he recognized this kind of writing, which was the lingua franca of the Pope.

The sun gradually shone into the room, making it unbearably warm-this is really strange, I don't hate those lights at all, Roman soon discovered that he had no way to control this body, as if he just borrowed the perspective of the other party.Then he watched himself stand up and walk out, and there was only rough grout in the hallway.

There was a knock on the door downstairs, he opened the door without hesitation, and smiled at the man.

Roman looked at him in disbelief, if he could—it was Carol, leaning against the door in a black jacket full of holes and hair like a hedgehog.

"Hi!" said the kid, and he entered the room unceremoniously, and sat down on the floor. "I've been away for a year, and you still live in such a crappy place."

"I'm not a legal resident, you know best." The answer was a man's voice, which sounded like the most elegant musical instrument, and he sat beside Carol and patted his back gently.

"Aren't you curious at all? Why did I come back suddenly?" Carol said, he looked out the window quietly, and there was only a dead old tree there.

"I killed him." The blond young man spoke again after a long pause in the declarative sentence: "He started drinking again, and quarreled with my mother, only this time, he slipped. He said five years The previous incident, yes, he tried to moles his stepson and got kicked down the stairs by the person involved - predictable, she was very angry."

"I just didn't expect it to be that serious," Carol said, his eyes so moist that the fluid might slip off at any moment. "They were fighting in the kitchen and I didn't even see who picked up the kitchen knife..."

"That bastard is a murderer, and there's nothing wrong with killing him." Roman heard himself say, and he put his arms around the crying brat, stroked his back—oh, cuddling with Carol, he I was so disgusted by this body that I almost vomited.