Your Highness, zombies are coming

There are not many things left in the arsenal. Similarly, it was turned into a mess. Issa found some bullets in the corner and put them in his backpack. He dared to speculate on the whereabouts of his colleagues. There were more and more monsters, and no one could tell. Must survive, including him and Roman.

"We've got to get out of security, my car is on the left," said Issa, handing Roman the keys. "Go and drive, I'll be in charge of the rear."

"But I don't have a driver's license... Hey, wait, don't open the door so quickly." Roman shouted, the outside air rushed in the next moment, it was damp and mixed with the smell of blood, he held a gun, And he had never used this kind of thing before.

There were two or three dead people standing outside the door, running over with their teeth and claws. After a few gunshots, one of them fell to the ground. Roman couldn't help but look back. He knew that he should trust Issa. The other party was a police officer who had been working for many years. , and he was just a civil servant who lived off his brain, but he couldn't just run off and drive, almost like an instinct, he felt that he had to stay with the man.

"Get in the car!" Issa said, and he killed another one, but the sound of the gunshot obviously attracted these things, and they kept coming closer, like a never-ending swarm of mosquitoes.

"You have to come with me." Roman demanded stubbornly, just like all wayward young lovers, even though the location was a street that could die at any time.

Issa turned around, and he still uneasy fired a few shots behind him. Although the light was dim, the number of undead was still increasing.Roman was already in the driver's seat, and Issa opened the door afterward, and a person jumped from behind the car, and he squeezed his body into the gap of the door—for a living person, you can pull the door through with all your might, The severe pain would make the other person wake up, but the guy infected by the virus didn't feel pain. He stretched out his hand and almost grabbed the man's clothes.

"Ferlin?" Issa saw the other person's face clearly, it was full of wrinkles, and he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses that had been used for many years. The old man who usually chatted at his desk, his face was terrifyingly ferocious. Compared with his life, Totally two people.

Before Issa could react, a bullet passed through the dead man's head, and a few drops of blood splashed onto the man's face, which was extremely cold.

"Can I say that the security system of the police car is simply amazing? If you don't close the door, this car can't start." Roman stepped on the accelerator and hit an undead who ran to the front. Until this time, he He dropped his gun and stared at the road with all his attention.

"They spent several years improving welfare just to make the public security system less dead." Issa explained, and he looked at Roman strangely: "You really haven't learned guns?"

"Of course, I'm a pacifist." Roman bypassed the main road, and the headlights of the car saw the shadows of some people, densely packed, and it seemed that a group of dead people gathered there.

"This is really bad, I just killed someone, and I don't feel guilty at all," Roman said.

"Ferlin should thank you, he won't want to become that kind of monster himself." Issa said, digging out mineral water and biscuits from the back seat.

"That's not the point. This is the first time I've shot. Even a deer should have made me nervous for a while. It's not normal." Roman emphasized, he looked out melancholy. The branches of the tree are not pleasant at all. "I always feel like I'm dreaming, Issa," he said softly.

"Today was literally like a nightmare," Issa said.

"Not only today, but every day. Every night I dream of another world, in a galaxy hundreds of thousands of light-years away, where there are spaceships, glowing stars, countless space stations... I put them Everything is written in the book, just like a memory... In contrast, this world is more like an empty shell. I remember when I met you, but I can't think of the memories of my family. There are always only ten people in the address book. And I still can't remember their faces... I might be crazy." Roman concluded, although he still looked like he didn't care, Issa knew he was not feeling well.

"You can't prove it, and you don't have a psychiatrist to see you now," Issa said, watching the car turn again, toward the narrowing road. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"The western transportation track, I hope it is in front." Roman said uncertainly, he turned his head and said softly, "I hope you can leave here and do my best."

"You may just have a problem with your brain, but your foot is not bad." Issa said, he didn't want to understand this kind of literary romance at all.

This potholed path finally came to an end, and further down, there are those dense plants, which grow out from under the concrete, turning the original road into a grass. This should be a deserted place, and there will be no infected people. The deceased——Roman wandered around for a while, and found a section of old railroad tracks. They were buried under the weeds, stained with rust, and looked like they had been forgotten for a long time.

"Is this your escape plan?" Issa asked. They walked along the track for three to ten minutes. There was nothing nearby, only moonlight, slowly peeking out from the clouds.

"Intuition tells me that it is the only exit." Roman said in a tone like a magic stick. He pointed the light forward and whistled: "Oh, a tunnel."

Perhaps because of the lack of funds back then, the tunnel looked small and crude, and the road sign at the entrance of the tunnel had been completely corroded, and no one knew where its exit was.

"There are still a few lines of writing here." Roman said, and he walked towards the stone wall next to the entrance, where there was a bronze plaque. When the light came on, he froze. There was no English written there, but a long string of fluent characters , like those garbled characters on his computer.

Almenta, he pronounced subconsciously, is a very familiar name, like a mark that will never be forgotten.

The planet has an olive-green halo, and looking down from space, you can see the huge Central Continent, which is the hub of the empire, and hundreds of millions of spaceships pass by every day.The palace of the royal family is suspended above the largest sea area. The outer protective film can refract light and resist attacks. It glows with different colors at every moment—they are not imaginary, Roman thought, he has seen everything with his own eyes.

How can a guy like him, who often makes mistakes in English words, write things? He doesn’t understand the characters of this era, that’s for sure. He is the first heir of the Andrew royal family, born 2 years later, At that time, the ancient Earth languages ​​had been buried for many years, and only specialized scholars could decipher them.

"Find anything?" Issa asked, standing right behind Roman.

"You're not a cop, head to toe," Roman said, softly, as if talking about the bad weather.

"Okay, I admit you're out of your mind."

"We were hypnotized. You used to be a mercenary. As far as I know, you worked against the police. You also have a younger brother who is only 20 years old. I just had a fight with him not long ago." Roman Interrupting the man's words, he continued: "You were very angry at the time and took Carol away."

"I didn't..." Issa said with some hesitation. He tried to recall some longer-term memories, such as the medal of the police academy. He didn't remember what happened at all, as if someone had written it in a document. Tell him that silver thing is important, that it's too boring.

Another person's voice seemed to be coming from far away, and it was distorted: "It was raining that day, a heavy thunderstorm."

Issa raised his head, and the place outside the tunnel was wet, and the rain seemed to fill the entire space in an instant. "What's going on here?" he asked.

"I guess, this is the dream of an Arthurian." Roman said, lightning flashed across the sky, his face was as perfect as a sculpture, but lifeless.

"I met someone," said Issa, his mind like a projector spinning at high speed, filled with visions, that weird night, and that strange visitor. "His name is Andrecia, and it is said that he is your old friend."

"I know him." Roman sighed, with a look of reluctance to mention the past.

"Hmm... an old lover?" Issa asked, he had a bad feeling.

"Of course not, his body is not human at all! I just tricked him into a military spaceship," Roman said, before his companion asked questions, he continued to add: "That's no big deal, I was going to return it to him."

"But he's a psycho, and he refuses to accept it, right?" Issa said, "He wants to destroy the earth, and then use a damn space-time shuttle to go back."

"You mean, I crushed his last bit of sanity." Roman said gloomily, he took a breath and accepted the bleak fact.

"Is there a way out of here?" Issa asked.

"It should be possible," Roman said, leaning halfway against the wall, and said wearily: "The biological waves of the Arthurians are completely different from those of humans, and they don't even use voice to communicate, they only need to 'meditate' to understand each other's thoughts — it's bad, there's no crime in their society, there's no individual minds, and if they see the slightest sign, they can execute an individual."

"Facing other creatures, this high-level brain wave can sneak into dreams. Of course, he can't communicate directly with humans." Roman closed his eyes and said softly: "This town is your dream, and my part, Just in this tunnel, this may be a mistake, he failed to completely erase my memory - you only need to destroy this tunnel, and you can leave here."

Yisa looked around, this is just a weak project, only a small amount of explosives can destroy the hole. "I've got to go back to town," he said.

"You don't have to," Roman said, pulling out his gun, and laughing. "Just kill me, and this area will die."

"This joke is not funny at all." Issa said coldly.

"Issa, I'm dying, at least in this dream," Roman said, looking at him like a rainbow about to disappear.

"You..." Issa wanted to scold him to wake him up, but a thought flashed into his mind, choking the rest of his words. He grabbed the young man's left hand and pulled up the sleeve, exposing a hideous wound there. , has festered, like a huge mouth that devours life. "That's impossible, you can't get that damn thing," he said, though he wouldn't believe it himself.

That psychopath would kill Roman without leaving any loopholes, a voice said, and Issa put his hand on the young man's forehead tremblingly. No difference was found.

"I know a convenience store, they just came in with a batch of fireworks," Issa said, trying to calm himself down. "We can destroy this and get out of here."

Roman didn't speak, he looked out of the tunnel, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating half of the wilderness, above the swaying bushes, there were countless zombies, moving slowly under the roar of thunder.

"This is not the first time I have fallen into a dream. After all, it is Andrecia's usual method. I will find a way to leave." Roman said in a word: "They are coming, Issa, both of us will Die here."

The undead staggered over, and Yisa knocked down two of them. There were too many of those things, and it almost made people feel desperate. He had just taken a few steps when he heard the sound of the safety catch falling.

"I'll break your wrist, I swear!." He shouted viciously, the young man pointed his gun at himself, with an indifferent look on his face.

Roman was still leaning against the wall, his blond hair was torn into broken silk by the strong wind. He tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Don't trust your brother, Andrecia is his spiritual mentor..."

"See you later, Issa," he said, and pulled the trigger.