Your Highness, zombies are coming

Roman opened his eyes, and the sunlight passed through the gap in the curtains and hit the wall. It was a piece of blue wallpaper with cornflower texture, which was warm and pleasant.

He remembered that he arranged for this house by himself, and bought it at a very low price just two months ago. When he woke up, he felt that this place was too strange.

Maybe because he just moved, he still remembers the empty room before, pure white, with only transparent monitors on all sides... The young man patted his head, what was he thinking, he had never lived in that kind of room. stuff inside.

He walked into the bathroom, and the person in the mirror was squinting, with a bewildered look. I might have had a nightmare, Roman thought. In the dream, Issa looked at him coldly, as if he would never listen again. Without any explanation, he turned around wearily, leaving him alone.It felt terrible, like entering an ice cellar.Roman lowered his head, let the cold water wash his cheeks, and left those messy and unrealistic fantasies behind him.

Azathoth, what time is it?

A thought popped into his mind, but of course no one answered, he took out his phone and stared at the screen for a while. Seven o'clock in the morning is a good time to prepare a good breakfast and then go out, although there is no place to go shopping , the road is still closed.

The whole town is still sleeping, the streets are still covered with mist at night, and even the noisy birdsong have disappeared, maybe they have found a drier place, the recent rain is terrible, Roman thought nonchalantly, He took out a stack of leaflets and advertising letters from the mailbox.He stared at the purple flyer that had just been torn out, with pictures of men on it, and contact information at the bottom, same-sex dating site, hell, where did they find us, we've only moved in for a month .

The notebook that had been convulsing was placed on the table. After a night, when Roman opened it, the garbled characters remained on the screen—the font was not ugly, smooth, as if there were some kind of rules, and then the row of things disappeared. , soon appeared a line of 'Leave' written in English, that word and the exclamation mark behind it almost occupied the entire screen, maybe it was a virus, Roman thought, and pressed the power off button casually.

"Is this the purpose of your waking up early?"

Roman turned his head, his cohabitant just came out of the bathroom, his hair was wet, the towel was still on his shoulders, and he was only wearing a pair of low-slung jeans.

"I'm making weekend plans," Roman licked his lower lip, and he turned his eyes to other places, such as the new flowers on the windowsill. It's not healthy to be stimulated in the morning, and he scooped up a leaflet in a self-defeating manner. "Today there is an open-air market. It's in the park next to the forest farm. We can go there on foot."

"Why don't you drive?" Issa asked, referring to the newly bought off-road vehicle, and he could only be the driver—a certain writer's driving skills once made him suspect that the other party was holding a forged driver's license.

"There are not many parking spaces there, and most of them are reserved for exhibitor families." Roman said, he took out the cake made last night from the refrigerator.

"You made carvings on the dessert." Issa looked at him, with a look of discovery of a new type of weapon, curious, and at the same time with the urge to disassemble and study. "Are there any left?"

Roman gave each other a strange look, and the man explained in a serious manner: "We can bring one or two for sale so that we can park there."

Of course, Mr. Writer couldn’t conjure up two or three cakes. The two of them put on their coats and walked slowly outside the town. A morning walk was obviously a good choice. In the open sky, the town park is on a man-made grassland, surrounded by cedar trees that are hundreds of years old, and those small shops are lined up, decorated with colorful banners and triangular flags, which looks like the same thing.

"Mr. Andrew!" cried a young man, a curly-haired, rather lovely girl, emerging from a bakery. "I wanted to inform you, but I've been too busy recently, thank God you came."

"This is an annual gathering. The weather forecast was finally accurate once it was delayed for half a month because of the heavy rain." The girl named Gray said, she stepped back a few steps to give way to pedestrians, and more and more people came. More and more, it seems that most of the people in the town have been dispatched.

"If I understand correctly, this is to commemorate Felix killing the brown bear?" Roman asked, and he spit out a term that Isa didn't understand at all.

"Oh, this is a story from more than 50 years ago, my grandma told me..."

Issa couldn't continue listening, he received a call from Luke, a young man who had just graduated from the police academy, and a hurried voice came from the other end of the phone: "Issa! Is that you? "

"Who else do you think?" Issa said dryly, realizing that there was an emergency. "What happened over there?"

"We were clearing the dirt, and Leon found a bus, a tour bus, and it's been buried like that for days." Luke paused for a while, and he seemed terribly nervous, and said in a bloody tone: " Just halfway through the digging, the car went out, and it just hit a police car."

"Needless to say, I've seen it." Issa said that the place where the mudslide was not far from the park, it only takes a few minutes' drive, and a bus driving at almost full speed is coming here, its entire body The shell, the front sight, was covered in dirt, like a huge, blackened clod.It didn't make a turn, and crashed straight into an old tree. Everyone present heard a loud noise. They all turned their heads and stared at the twisted and deformed iron block in amazement.

Everything happened so suddenly, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was so quiet that the sound of the air pressure rod deflated could be heard clearly—the back door of the bus was opened, perhaps as the last safety device, so that the passengers would not stuck inside.

"...Is this a tour group?" Gray asked uncertainly.

Roman shook his head, he stared at the car closely, as if some monster would come out of it, it was an inexplicable sense of panic, his heart was suspended in the air, he grabbed Iraq Sa, who was about to walk over to check.

"There may be someone alive," said the black-haired police officer. Before he could finish his sentence, a man got out of the car, his face was extremely pale, and he staggered forward two steps, his head shaking violently. It seems that the neck has lost the strength of support.

The strength of the young man's arrest was not light, and Isa couldn't get rid of it for a while. A few dozen feet away, he asked loudly, "Sir, do you need help?"

The man turned around, his movements were very strange, like a puppet, unable to twist his body, he could only change direction by footsteps.He still tilted his head, and the light spots permeated the shade of the tree and fell on his face and flesh and blood—half of the skin of this gentleman had been peeled off from his face, revealing the red and white mixed dermis, and the other half of his intact face was frozen , as if not aware of the wound half an inch away.

"Oh my God, he needs urgent medical attention," one man yelled.

This time, the wounded gentleman 'woke up' completely, he opened his mouth, showing his brown and black teeth, with a hideous expression, he roared like a beast, and rushed towards the crowd.

"Stop!" Standing at the forefront, Issa ordered, "Otherwise I will shoot."

The opponent was unmoved, the way he bared his teeth and claws was enough to remind people of something other than human beings. Issa aimed at his left knee, and the guy tripped a few feet away. He was obviously unwilling and twisted his body towards Crawling forward, the place where he was shot rubbing against the ground needlessly - no human can do this, unless his pain nerves are paralyzed.

There was screaming from the crowd, and a middle-aged man ran over. He was obviously startled by the guy on the ground, but he still said to Issa: "You can't do this, he was trapped in the mudslide for two days. Possibly insane."

Roman just wanted to refute a few words, but the face of the kind-hearted man became distorted, and he hissed - the man on the ground grabbed his ankle and bit down on his calf.Roman kicked away the man lying on the ground. The guy rolled on the ground twice in a row, and his ribs seemed to be broken. "He shouldn't need us to pay for the medical expenses, right?" the young man asked in a low voice.

"If it is, we will have to pay a lot of money." Issa said, pointing his gun at the front, more than a dozen people have already left the bus, all with strange pale complexions, and everyone's state is similar to that of a Halloween party It was the same at the end, covered in blood, and they all looked towards the center of the park in unison.

"I think it's still too late to run." Roman sighed. He turned his head and said to a large group of people behind: "Ladies and gentlemen, leave quickly, we encountered a carload of rabies carriers."

This sentence worked, people no longer stopped there to watch, but walked slowly towards the town, most of them didn't realize what happened, until the tour group rushed out like crazy, A person fell to the ground, and Issa fired several shots in a row, but it was useless. The guy on the ground still bit the other person's shoulder tightly.

Many women screamed, and of course there were one or two gentlemen. Only then did they get nervous and ran out desperately—there were still people in the car, and the passengers who had been standing outside had already stepped out. Once they started moving, the speed became much faster, and Issa stopped only two or three, but the gun was out of bullets.

"Issa!" The young man just knocked down a person. A few seconds ago, the guy without half an arm was only a foot away from them. "We have to get out of here."

The two looked at each other, as if they had practiced countless times in tacit understanding, and ran towards the woods behind them, followed by five or six people. They made hoarse growls and dragged their feet on the ground. For a while, there were only fallen leaves in the woods The sound of churning.

"They're gone." Roman said with his lips, he blinked his right eye, looking relaxed...

Nothing could make him nervous, Issa thought, and then he heard a roar, very hoarse, bursts from above, and he looked up, and there was a blood-red thing lying on the tree , its limbs were thin and thin, some cloudy liquid was dripping from its mouth, it let go of its claws, and rushed directly towards the man.

Issa took several steps back. The ground was unbelievably slippery, maybe it was moss, he thought, but his consciousness and his body's reaction were completely different. He slipped and fell, and behind him was a sloping hillside.