Your Highness, zombies are coming

Once there was a girl with a soft voice who invited Issa to watch a horror movie, and at the same time said that she could never bear that level of fright alone.The man shook his head at the time: "I don't understand you guys at all. Is it fun to be scared to death by other people's fabricated stories after paying the money?"

Of course, the blond girl who asked the question left with a bad face. As for whether she later found someone who took advantage of her to watch horror movies with her, Isa is not sure, but if he can still see the girl now, he will definitely say: "Don't watch horror movies, I have a live version here, R18."

The twisted and crawling zombie on the building shook its red and white tail, maybe it used to be a person's buttocks, and crawled into the room from the edge of the bed. I can’t do anything with it—Roman’s previous strafing made it break off a limb, and a large amount of mucus fell down with the severed limbs. At the same time, gray foam and potholes floated on the ground, obviously corrosive of liquid.After a series of unexplained mutations, it is difficult to see the fact that it was originally human.

"Those houses are not connected. We can blow up that house." Issa said while taking out a grenade the size of a billiard ball. He needs to walk a few steps forward to do this, and he is still 50 meters away from the monster. meters, apparently too far for throwing dynamite.

"That thing didn't stay where it was, it's getting closer to us." Roman was slowly putting on a new magazine. It seemed that he was not familiar with the assembly of firearms. It's really strange that he can have a precise marksmanship . "Its body fluids can corrode the cement. Those wooden boards are naturally not a big problem. If I can come and go freely inside, I will definitely find a place that is most suitable for sneak attacks and kill the enemy. It is very smart and should know this."

"Are you trying to guess what's going on in the mind of a monster from hell, and then make a strategic plan?" Issa said sarcastically, although his voice was several times weaker than usual, he leaned back against the car, his face pale like are hypoglycemic patients.

"This is the greatest possibility I can speculate." Roman compared the gun to the house on his right. It wasn't just speculation, he thought, it was calculated by the symbiote's calculation system based on the mutant's ability and thinking mode The result is almost 90.00% accurate.When using that thing, his mind is as if several computers are synchronizing voices. Massive information, numbers, and images all need to be filtered, but the results are not satisfactory—after all, if you want to have the same level Only the mastermind of the Raymond Diamond-class ship can do it.

The use of symbionts should be completely prohibited legally. It symbolizes the limit of human evolution, and at the same time pushes the life forms carrying symbionts to a position above the law.It is not without reason that the Academy of Sciences listed its development as the top secret. The "old man who stayed on the sofa all day" in Roman's mouth, His Majesty the Emperor, once killed thousands of well-armed mech operators with his bare hands. .

Silver wings unfolded from behind His Majesty, like a god descending into the world, doomsday judgment, those mechas of the Pope State were instantly paralyzed.This is what his father's close servant said. That man has served His Majesty the Emperor for many years, and he has a serious face. It is hard to imagine such flattering sentences coming out of his mouth, but Roman, who is only seven years old, has never believed it. His father's great feats are enough.

It is said that after that, Alphonse II's physical condition became so bad that he could hardly take a spaceship to space. Of course, Roman expressed a dubious attitude towards this matter. From his personal point of view, this seems to be the emperor who finally found Lying at home without a reason, the most fundamental reason for letting the young eldest son act as an agent.

You can only use the energy of the symbiote instead of using it directly. This is the most common nagging Roman hears, and of course it is understandable. He sometimes lacks a sense of responsibility and thinks that the law prohibits both of you. They were all installed for the royal family as if they were treasures. In case of exposure and damage to the image, the Academy of Sciences would be the first scapegoat.

Roman continued to look at the half-opened window ahead. The centipede really learned a lot from insects, and it crawled silently, while the house painted in light pink looked very dreamy. With golden daisies, it seems that a little girl with braids will come out at any moment.

"You stay here, I'll go to that house to have a look." Issa gave up the right to argue with the mentally ill and bypassed the heavy German car in front of him. Although his right hand was temporarily disabled, he didn't think he was It is the wounded who needs protection. Compared with it, His Royal Highness Roman, who has convulsions from time to time and cannot be treated, is more worrying.

"Stop," said Roman, who seemed to be explaining what to write.

Issa was thinking about how to make the other party feel at ease, and just as he was about to speak, a black rope like a steel rope rushed towards him, like a broken rubber band, at an extremely fast speed, and Issa could Seeing how the thing moved, and the bits of meat and tan goo clinging to it, but unable to avoid it.

How can I die here? This is what he said to himself most often in countless desperate situations. Issa suddenly leaned towards the cover in front of him. There was a fragmented red sports car there. He was squeezed into a ridiculous discus because of his partner. Perhaps its fragility is more worrying than the human body, but Issa has only one choice.

He fell to the ground, and the heavy impact almost killed half of his life. The right shoulder that had just been reset seemed to be broken. Because of the pain, he lay on the ground trembling all over.Then Issa saw the black 'cable' also fall in front of him, and it rebounded loosely twice, carrying a disgusting sour smell.Even if I'm dying, I can't lie with this thing, Issa thought, propping himself up with his left hand and sitting up sideways.

There was only a short piece of that unknown thing left, and Yisa looked up. The blond young man was standing on the roof of the car. The slim long coat was dazzling white in the sun. Standing straight, holding a short silver knife in his left hand, it looks like he is in? ?It's like shooting some messianic movie.

"Are you okay?" The young man turned his head, his image at the moment is not very decent, with a dirty face and knotted blond hair, just like a troubled boy, Issa laughed when he saw it impulse.

"Thanks to His Highness, I won't die yet." The man said angrily. The mistake just now made him feel a little cramped. Issa thought, maybe it's because he hasn't been in contact with anyone for too long, and he would be so angry because of a difference of opinion with Roman. Thinking of looking ahead, only Carol could do such a mindless thing in the past.

"I was terrified just now, did you sign unexpected terms with the game company? What if something happens and they don't come to rescue you in time, or did you actually sign a life-and-death agreement, oh my god, that contract sucks, if not If you are really short of money, don’t do that, those profiteers just want to save money, and often fool people into signing unequal terms??”

Roman was talking ramblingly, it was hard to imagine that he could mash up a bunch of messy nouns in such a short period of time, and still sound logical, his tone sounded very much like those lawyers sitting in the office drinking espresso .

"Roman??" Issa looked at the pink window.

"Huh? You want me to accompany you to the game company?" The young man looked at Isa with an expectant expression of "leaving the lawsuit to me".

"It's out, idiot," Issa yelled, before choking on his windpipe from the excitement.

Roman stared at the messy thing. He cut off the tongue that was sticking out just now, and the remaining half was still hanging on his body. It was raised quite high, and people could not help but focus on the twist On the twisting tentacles.The mutant had already climbed onto the road, and Roman didn't shoot immediately, mainly because this guy was too good at hiding, and once he attacked intensively, he might hide directly in the house.

But if you ignore it, this guy will chase after him. It can be said that he is a representative of zombies who have thoroughly learned guerrilla tactics.

"I'll lure it here, if you can find a chance, throw those detonators, explosives or something else at that thing, don't worry about me." Roman said and jumped out of the car, his movements were as light as if he was performing on a stage , if he washes his face clean, he can probably play Hamlet directly.

Well, 'His Royal Highness the Vengeful Prince' is facing a monster that is so hungry that it can eat a truckload of human flesh. Obviously, its poor sense and patience were completely used up during the long wait. This humanoid centipede swooped down And down, there were still a short twenty feet away from Roman, realizing that the other party hadn't hit him with a nasty metal object, it rushed towards Roman waving its legs like crazy.

Those tentacles winding out from the slit in the center of the mutant's body are not as soft and edible as some sea creatures. They look more like decayed metal that has been sharpened into sharp shapes. , stretched and twisted continuously outward, becoming more and more impatient.

Roman whistled excitedly, and at the same time, the knife in his hand flashed liquid ripples, like molten metal reshaping, into a more slender and sharper shape, and some tentacles stretched out towards him first It was directly cut into several pieces by the knife, fell to the ground and writhed in pain, and finally turned into a puddle of solution that corroded the ground.

But Issa's attention was focused on the monster that was getting closer and closer. He saw the monster raised its body. The sight was so disgusting that one could spit out all the food they ate yesterday, from its abdomen. , those skins composed of brownish red and white tendons, hoarded into abrupt and tangled lumps of meat at every connection point that should be 'human' and 'human', completely highlighting the boundaries that are not obvious from the back— —it was like a nasty black joke, connecting people end to end and making them into the shape of a living creature.

After hesitating for a while, the man took out two or three incendiary bombs. He couldn't guarantee that throwing the explosives at such a close distance would cause zero damage to his companions. Even though Roman said that there is no need to worry, young people are always a bit heroic and overly optimistic of.

Those ammunition packaged like insecticide were thrown on the giant centipede in a series. The orange flames quickly strung up and covered its whole body. On the ground, the air began to smell of burnt rotting protein, and Isa suddenly felt that he had really cooked a disgusting dish, a charcoal-grilled centipede.

Roman didn't stop there, he continued to shoot at the mutant with a submachine gun.

"There are not as many bullets as you think." Issa said to him, he was already sitting on the ground, the previous several times of strenuous exercise almost made him hurt more, and the sound coming from the whole arm The needle-like pain made him deeply doubt the possibility of his shoulder recovering. "The group of zombies over there will come directly after the commotion."

"I'm sorry, just to see that it's not dead yet." Roman said in a drawn-out tone, although his tone was full of regret. "I swear that next time I will never let any of the zombies go, oh, as long as they appear in front of me, I will definitely cut off their heads. You see, when this thing first popped out of the warehouse, it had been killed I hit the head, but it came back to life, and its level is getting higher every time, isn't this really some kind of game loophole?"

"I don't know," Issa muttered to himself. This virus is evolving towards a direction that is more difficult for humans to resist. What will the earth become in the end?Is it a different world full of all kinds of strange creatures? Some explanations of the animal world flashed through his mind: This mature brown-red humanoid centipede is swallowing the residue after digestion, no matter how you think about it, it’s hell and those horror movies The sight to be seen.

"But it's not impossible. This virus controls the cerebellum center of the creatures after they die," Roman said, looking uncertainly at the scorched and rotten meat. "I made an inference based on the information you said. If it can control the cerebellum, it is also fully capable of invading the limbs of zombies at a higher concentration. Of course, because the central nervous system is destroyed, such The body can no longer be used normally, so further mutations have been launched?? Speaking of which, these lifeforms were originally experimental clones, is it because of some research failure? Such a large area has been put into the game. "

The man looked up at Roman, it was not a friendly look, the light brown pupils were bloodshot, mixed with anger, surprise and other things, he stood up, his brows were furrowed because of the pain in his shoulders.

"Roman, I don't know what happened to you. The paranoia is almost curable, but you have to know that those walking corpses on the street already have jobs, interests, hobbies and relatives like you and me. That The damn virus has ruined everything. Open your eyes and look at the world. Two months ago, this was a downtown area. There might be a family of three living in the house next door. They ate together, joked together, although life It may be difficult, but they are alive?? These people??” Issa was very close to Roman, his expression was serious and sad, and the youth could even see the shape of his pupils constricted slightly because of anger.

"They're all gone and turned into those walking dead." The man said weakly. The companion in front of him seemed to be shocked, motionless, and his well-shaped eyes stayed on Issa's face, as if evaluating The credibility of the opponent's words.