Comprehensive Fear: Zombie Survival Code

But Michael’s probing eyes fell on me, and I had no choice but to cooperate with Carlos in the end. I tilted my head with a silly expression, wiped my saliva on Carlos’ solid shoulders, and quietly crawled behind him with my fingers, pinching a piece of his waist. Twist the meat hard!

"Hiss" sucked in a breath of cool air from between his teeth, Carlos's body stiffened suddenly, his facial muscles trembled twice, and he quickly adjusted to restore a hearty smile, "Haha, it's so cool in prison! It's really hot outside!"

Michael pointed to the narrow window on the wall, "This side is shady and relatively ventilated, so it's cool at night."

Listening to the two continuing to chat haha, out of the corner of my eye I saw that Kaplangill saw my small movements and turned their heads to hold back their laughter. Only then did I feel that I had vented a good meal and withdrew my hand comfortably.

Michael looked at me meaningfully, and there was a hint of exclamation in his tone, "I just saw her easily cut Kane's clothes without hurting any skin. It's really amazing!"

Carlos rubbed my head "kindly (vigorously)" and said casually, "Children with autism are amazingly gifted in certain aspects, and Jane is such an example. A gangster touched her before, and she killed him with her bare hands." Beaten to the point of paralysis."

"...Hehe." Michael glanced at me with complicated eyes, and smiled at Carlos, "You have a lot of relatives."

"No way," Carlos shrugged. "Our family is a well-known big family in the local area. After the outbreak of the zombie crisis, there were more than 50 survivors. Everyone formed a huge convoy to escape. But we haven't seen anything before. After a wave of zombies, everyone was forced to disperse, but fortunately, the route was determined before, so we have to rest here for a while, and we are going to the north to join our family."

I crossed my chest and leaned lazily against the wall. When I heard the conversation between the two, I raised my head and glanced at Carlos—the big family is still reunited, so just talk about it.

But Carlos, your acting skills are formidable, the Oscar winner is right! This is it!

"Really, then I wish you good luck, and you can find your family smoothly." Michael sincerely wished.

Carlos lowered his head and sighed wistfully, "It's the cruelest thing to see fewer and fewer family members escaping along the way."

Michael seemed to be aroused by Carlos' words, and smiled wryly, "I really envy you and your family."

"Have you stayed here and never gone out?" Carlos asked casually, "And I see that there are not many survivors here. When the zombies broke out, it must be very tragic?"

A trace of sadness appeared on Michael's face, "Yes, there are 132 prisoners and 30 prison guards in the entire prison. One of our prison guards was bitten by a pet dog when he was resting at home on vacation. After he was vaccinated against rabies, He went back to work without paying attention. Unexpectedly, he suddenly had an attack in the middle of the night, lost his mind and crazily bit many prison guards. We finally subdued him and wanted to call the police and call for help, but all communications were cut off, so we had to temporarily place the injured prison guards Unexpectedly, those bitten people would all turn into zombies the next day. At that time, most of the prisoners were letting out in the playground, and the scene was very chaotic. I saw that the situation became uncontrollable, thinking that if all the living people turned into zombies, Wouldn't the prisoners who were held in the cells be starved to death, so we quickly took the keys and released them all. We joined hands with the prisoners to clean up the zombies and several prison areas, leaving a living space for ourselves. We stay It has been more than half a year waiting for rescue here."

Carlos was slightly surprised, and then praised sincerely, "The warden, you are such a good man! You saved their lives—no wonder," with a look of sudden realization, "they all obey you so wholeheartedly."

Michael smiled nonchalantly, "You're flattering. We've lived here for more than half a year, and we've cultivated some feelings. At least the common goal is the same, and many things are much easier to handle. By the way, what's the situation outside now?"

"It's not very good," Carlos replied, staring closely at Michael's expression. "There are more and more zombies, and fewer and fewer people alive. We haven't seen a living person for a long time."

"Really..." Michael sighed with emotion, his eyes full of sympathy.

Carlos was smoking a cigarette and glanced outside inadvertently.I noticed that his eyes were fixed suddenly, and then I turned around and asked, "Michael, you have been here for so long, have any other convoys taken refuge here?"

"Several teams took a break," Michael explained, "but we didn't provide food, so they had to leave after a short stay."

Carlos showed a distressed look, "We don't have much food, so we plan to survive the hottest period of time here, and then go north to join our family."

Michael looked at Carlos, "By the way, besides Jane, I think you guys are pretty good too. Have you ever been in the army?"

"It's just some trivial skills, not worth mentioning," Carlos shrugged, pretending to complain, "Our family's broken habits, children have to be thrown into the army to train and beat them. We used to complain about this broken rule. Yes, but now I feel lucky, relying on the skills cultivated in the army, we can persist until now."

Michael nodded knowingly, "It's really lucky." Flicking off the cigarette ash lightly, he said with a smile, "It's getting late, you guys should go to bed early. I'll ask someone to bring you some water."

"Thank you." Carlos extended his hand towards Michael in a friendly manner. "It's a pleasure to meet you. On behalf of our family, I thank you for your generosity."

A smile appeared in Michael's silver-gray eyes, "You're welcome," said with emotion, "In this world, those of us who are lucky enough to survive must work together to survive together."

He let go of his hand and nodded to us. Michael's eyes paused for a while on Angela, then he turned and walked out of the prison area, made a gesture of apology to us, and locked the door neatly.I saw a large bunch of keys hanging from his waist, and he quickly led the others away.

I looked at the vigorous figure of Michael going away, and then at Angela who was still coaxing little Baby, and I felt a little doubt in my heart: Michael seems to care about Angela?The eyes I looked at twice were a bit strange...

Touching my chin and thinking for a moment, I slammed my right fist on my left palm, and suddenly realized—could Michael be a pedophile! ?

Carlos' helpless voice floated from the side, "Although I don't know what is going on in Jane's head, but let's restrain ourselves now, I want to talk about something serious."

Who is cranky!Obviously it was Michael who was weird.

But now is really not the time (are you sure?) to fret over such small issues.I turned around quickly, and Carlos lowered his voice and asked Angel, "Can no one hear us?"

Angela closed her eyes and scanned it, then nodded, "No problem."

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief and put down their vigilance and vigilance for the time being.

"This warden, it's not easy." Carlos leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, puffing, but his tone was a bit cold.

"Huh," Jill sneered, "As a prison guard, even if he can cooperate with the prisoner at a critical moment, he can easily get along with the prisoner and establish his own prestige in the past six months. This person is either very capable, or "

"It's not a prison guard at all." Kaplan, who was packing his luggage, raised his head and said calmly, "But..." He frowned slightly, staring at Carlos, "What he said is well-founded and his thinking is clear. Where did you find the clue? of?"

"Hands, to be precise, are calluses on hands." Carlos spread out his palms, and I saw thick calluses on his right index finger and thumb. The calluses on this part will be very thick. For the prison guards, they will patrol with batons for many years, and there will be calluses on the palms and the pulps of the five fingers."

He looked up at us with firm eyes, "Michael's hands were smooth just now, without any calluses."

Except for Angela who was still confused, everyone else showed a clear expression.

I blinked and suddenly understood.I'm so scared, dare to love this gentle and elegant warden, Nima is a prisoner at all, maybe he is the boss among the prisoners? !

Recalling that among the group of people surrounding us today, there were only two people wearing prison guard uniforms, and the rest were all prisoners wearing prison uniforms. When the number of prison guards and prisoners is extremely unbalanced, it is necessary to be able to eliminate the gap between prisoners and prison guards. Suspicion, and the ability to convince the public, this person must be quite capable.

Therefore, the person wearing the prison guard uniform may not necessarily be the prison guard, but may also be the prisoner boss!

I just said how I felt that Carlos and Michael were extra vigilant when they met each other today, and improvised all kinds of lies to prove how we are united. While showing our skills, we tried our best to conceal the military atmosphere in him and Jill.

It is to paralyze the opponent.But judging only from the callus on the palm, is it too arbitrary to conclude Michael's true identity?

Kaplan helped me express my doubts, "But from this point alone, I can't be absolutely sure. The warden should spend more time in the office, and he doesn't need to personally patrol the prison area with a baton."

"Indeed, I have also considered this issue," Carlos nodded calmly, and pointed to the window casually, "But no matter whether he is the warden or the leader of the prisoners, there is one thing, he must have lied."

We coincidentally looked in the direction of his finger. A row of narrow windows was facing the watchtower outside. There was a light bulb with a large wattage, which could clearly illuminate the surroundings even in the night. A rope hangs from there, and a ragged, almost rotten white skeleton hangs there.

My pupils suddenly constricted.

I remembered that after Carlos looked out the window, his expression changed a little.I now understand what's going on--

The clothes on the skeleton were not prison uniforms or prison uniforms, but ordinary T-shirts and jeans.

This shows that this person is a foreigner, and was hanged instead of shot to death, which means that he is not an infected zombie.

Carlos asked Michael if any other teams had stopped, and he replied yes, but said he would leave soon.

But maybe the truth is... After they got in, they couldn't get out again.

Murder and robbery.

Four words suddenly appeared in my mind, and at the same time, my heart suddenly sank.I looked at Carlos worriedly. He took the last puff of the cigarette, dropped the cigarette butt and crushed it hard, and said decisively, "It seems that we have to get out of here as soon as possible."

Everyone's faces were not very good-looking. They thought they had found a place to rest, but they didn't expect it to be a wolf's den that eats people and doesn't spit out their bones.

Only Jill's expression didn't change, and his voice was condensed with an unquestionable command tone, "Go to bed early and get enough energy to deal with the troubles that will follow."

Although Jill usually gives people the feeling that Kaolin Flower is not close, but when people are uneasy, looking at her iceberg face that has not changed for thousands of years, I also feel calm down.

Anyway, when the sky fell, there was a tall man standing on top of it. Carlos Gil and the others didn’t eat dry food. No matter how strong they are, my big licker is still standing here, transforming into a representative of justice and punishing evil, crushing and ravaging more than 30 strong men It is also a matter of minutes ╮(╯▽╰)╭ (I want to face the wall by myself!)

So, it must be no problem!

I felt relieved, seeing everyone walking into the packed cells one after another, and I was about to run to the door to sit and watch for everyone, but just as I took a step out, I felt my ears were being pulled by someone, turned around in surprise, Kaplan rushed I smiled softly, and a different kind of light flashed in my blue eyes, "Jane, everyone is going to bed, and we can settle our accounts."

Me: =dish=!Kaplan you black!

"Aww!" He mercilessly pulled my ear and dragged me to the deserted second floor, I silently shed two lasagna tears...

Ya Butterfly~~ Quickly give me back Kaplan who is my [deleted] person/wife loyal dog/pure and harmless [deleted]! !

The author has something to say: Kaplan's post-autumn settlement...

ps: The last chapter is an eternal anti-theft theater, just buy the countdown Chapter 2 in the future.Sorry for the trouble QAQ