Your Highness, zombies are coming

'He' raised his head, and a black bird just landed on a treetop not far away, looking at him silently, he could see the rotten texture under those feathers, just as the other party was not interested in him, the two If an infected person is not interested in devouring genes, they will just stand there, like two parallel dead trees, without interfering with each other.

This is a bad weather, the sun is too bright, scorching every inch of land, and every dead guy, those hot rays may burn eggs, he subconsciously thought, but what are eggs?He twisted his neck, and a small piece of skin on the back of his neck peeled off to the ground, dry, like a piece of ancient brown paper.

It's too boring, he thought, my life shouldn't be like this, there are still many things I haven't done, and there are still people waiting for me, but he thought for a long time, even the water in his brain was almost dried up, There is no clue, only some raw meat, and human images, those things are divided into food, occupying most of his memory.

The other side of the street corner started to quarrel again. It seemed that they found food again. He dragged his left foot and walked slowly. There were fallen leaves, advertisements, and green banknotes on the side of the road. No one cared about them. Stuff gone, their desires clipped to the last, gnawing at everything that lives.

A big meal was going on at the gas station. Those guys squatted on the ground, grabbing every little piece of raw meat and internal organs. When he walked in, the group of zombies were still glaring at him. When he was sure that the intruder was not Willing to share, they turned their heads dully and stuffed the flesh into their mouths.

He heard the wailing in his body, the smell of blood excited those things, they jumped up and down, wishing they could run out and get into the raw meat.When the host refused this behavior, they were like crazy, swelling in his nerves, and the intermittent violent stimulation would even make a dead person feel pain.

He was in pain, as if his whole body had been crushed by a car, or rather, he wished his whole body would be crushed and he only had to bear part of the pain.He stumbled into the convenience store, and then closed the door. It was very quiet inside, only the smell of mold growth. Viruses don't like these things.

This is a well-equipped shop, where human food and daily necessities are piled full.He is much more familiar with these things than "which piece of human meat is delicious and juicy", he walked slowly past the shelves, staring at the colorful packaging, good wife series black pepper juice... um , is a good brand, he picked up the thing subconsciously, perhaps because it hadn't been used for a long time, the glass jar slipped to the ground, and turned forward with a gurgle.

He followed behind, trying to pick up the thing, but every time he was a few steps late, the spine seemed to be nailed into a whole line, and even bending over would risk fracture, so he couldn't stop and walked all the way Next to a glass cabinet, human beings like shiny things, and there is a whole mirror decorated nearby, with those shelves printed and reflecting his shadow.

He stared blankly ahead, not because the zombies there were so hideous, he was much better than most of the same kind, except for one thing... He turned his head and lifted the dry blond hair with his hands, a The crimson bullet hole was just on the side of the skull, so deep that the bottom could not be seen.

Why can I still move, he thought, a wound like this should let me fall to the ground and rot, destroying the body of the brain stem, those viruses cannot be controlled, unless it reaches a greater density, he stopped He got down and stared at his fingers in a daze, how could he know the density of those things, just because they were particularly restless?

He must have studied these things, long ago, maybe just a few days ago, he just forgot.

"You're a walking corpse thinking only of the wreckage you left behind," a voice called, hoarse and staccato, like a rusty old tape recorder.

"I think you misunderstood, I just lost my memory." He explained in a good-tempered manner, a little curious about where the talking guy was.

"Look at yourself!" the man yelled in a terribly weak voice, which startled Roman. He turned his head and stared at the mirror. There was a person standing in it, but it wasn't him, it was a The guy looks like a skeleton, with a little hair on his head, the skin is dehydrated, and then loosely attached to the outside of the bone, and the cartilage at the tip of the nose is also missing. It looks like a mummy that has been placed for thousands of years.

"You're blocking me from looking in the mirror, sir. I also really want to get a haircut or something." Roman said, the other party didn't move, as if he was really dead, Roman said in a considerate tone: "I understand, being a long zombie It's not easy to be like you, but you can think about doing a special show or something."

"You don't seem to understand," said the mummy, and once it became agitated, its entire face became disfigured: "You are gradually dying, and finally become like me, unable to move, unable to stop thinking, a wild dog can bite your ribs out, and the bugs will build a nest in your body and reproduce, but you are still 'alive', like a plant, unable to resist any ravages."

The young man nodded, "It does sound terrible, but that has nothing to do with me." He said in that irrelevant tone, while studying the cooking tips on the seasoning.

"You're a zombie! A rotting dead man!" the thing on the other side of the mirror yelled angrily.

Roman originally wanted to agree casually and send that guy away, after all, it was too noisy, and then he thought, is he really a zombie? Those guys who only have appetite and eat unpalatable raw meat, how could he It will be assigned under the same species as these things.

"I'm Roman," he said, feeling like he had a long surname that seemed to signify some messy glory, and he was trying to remember, and the annoying mummy still wouldn't let up, its hands went through Glass directly grabbed Roman's wrist.

"Hell doesn't pay attention to names. There are only dead people and half-dead people." The thing murmured, its strength was amazing, and it pulled Roman to a position close to the mirror, and behind it was a red desert, only Humans lying on the ground struggling, and monsters holding thorns and whipping them. "You belong to us, it's meant to be."

Roman frowned, he never recognized these talking things, although he lost his memory and wandered around like a zombie, but no one, and no mummy could control him, he punched the mirror In fact, although it looks extremely strong, it is not something that can be broken with bare hands.

The guy on the other side became even more anxious. It called its companions. Those guys with twisted limbs stretched out their bodies one after another, revealing their scaled arms, trying to grab Roman.

When the first punch came down, the glass vibrated twice, nothing happened. Roman smashed down again, and without hesitation, a small crack crossed the mirror—those monsters had poked their heads out They opened their mouths at the same time, revealing the mouthparts hidden in the mouth. Those things with sharp teeth can still be stretched, and they are poking towards the young man bit by bit.

Roman ignored them, he hit it with his elbow, more fine cracks appeared on the mirror, and those ghosts became anxious, twisting their bodies even more crazily, eager to eat his flesh and blood.The young man didn't stop, as if those horrible things were all phantoms, and his only purpose was to destroy the mirror, his hand hit the glass again and again, quartz fragments, blood, and maybe some finger bones were exposed outside.

Those things had already begun to tear at the corners of his clothes, as if they could swallow him in the next moment, but he didn't intend to give up, Roman thought, it only took one click, and this passage would be completely destroyed.

The thing finally cracked into something like a spider's web, and the monsters withdrew one after another. They had to give up some organs before leaving the mirror. "How is this possible?" the mummy shouted. Staring at Roman.

"Glass will shatter, idiot." Roman said, ignoring the wound on his hand, and pounding on it again, the other world disappeared completely, and those fragments fell to the ground, revealing the dark green back, they were more It looks much more, just for a short while, it fills the whole space, the world becomes the same color, only Roman is in it.

I don't belong in these places, he thought, he felt the moving air, and the cool wind, those dead senses seemed to come back, and then he heard the beating of his own heart, everything he was familiar with, those stories about empires, families, and The existence of another man is not here.He longed for those things, and was willing to give everything, that was the solitary obsession buried in his blood.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only endless blue and sizzling burning objects around him. He walked through the exuberant flames, stepped over the corpses, and walked back to the ground. The solid and real ground was simply Let people miss.

"You finally woke up. I just dealt with the infected people in the entire base." His brain said, with a hint of credit in his tone.

There were corpses everywhere, and Roman looked at them in a daze. Compared with those damned dreams, reality was more cruel.Azathoth had obviously experienced a fierce battle, his hand holding the sword was even numb, as if he had swung it thousands of times.

After walking for a while, he stopped. At the bottom of the stairs of a certain building, there was a red dress, which was too bright in the sun. The user was Colin... the boy who had been following him.Roman walked over in a bumpy manner. After all, there were so many corpses on the road. Most of them mutated, with strange-shaped organs growing out, lying on the ground like some horror-themed props.

He knelt down and put his hands on the child's eyelids. His eyes were still half-opened, staring straight at the sky, and the other hand was holding Kalia. As you can imagine, the latter was obviously very unwilling to accept it. Such sissy treatment.

The girl fell on the steps, white scales appeared on the back of her hands, but they failed to spread to the whole body, the mutation was stopped, but the virus in their bodies also stopped working, which finally killed them-he had promised to The one who protected the siblings, in the end, killed them himself.

"It's the last batch of vaccines," Roman turned his head, Luna was not far away, leaning on the wall with one hand, standing there with some difficulty, "There are [-] vaccines in total, women and children are given priority."

She laughed weakly, and said softly: "You don't need to blame yourself, if there is an accomplice, it must be me."

Roman stood up, and the flames quickly devoured the two small bodies. The only ash drifted away with the wind and flew into the sky. He watched those small things disappear from his vision. "That's not your fault. I knew Andrecia a long time ago. He is not so normal, but I never thought that he would destroy the world... and I have one last chance to erase this mistake .”

"They drove off the helicopter and flew away due east." Luna said, she knew the terrifying power of the other party, like a humanoid killing machine, which could kill thousands of people without thinking. Mutant, she hesitated for a while before saying, "I hope Mr. Chris is okay."

"He will." The young man said, those particles in the air drifted over and lingered beside him. For a moment, Luna even thought that she had an illusion. She saw a pair of ice blue wings flying over each other. The back unfolded, and gradually became clear, showing a metallic texture, with some blue fine lines sunken inside, forming a series of strange patterns.

"The docking rate is 80.00%, and the wing system is activated." His brain said this.