This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Mijingtang came to the largest garden square in the city.

This garden square is full of various flowers and plants, and there is a large fountain. Even in the last days, it has not been abandoned and has been carefully taken care of.

In a city full of high-rise steel buildings, in the last days sprinkled with blood again and again, this place is like a garden of Eden. After every disaster, survivors will gather in this square, light candles, and express their condolences to the dead.

It is now 04:30 in the afternoon, and there are not too many people in the garden square. Mijingtang walked in here and did not attract much attention.

Mijingtang has been careful not only to subdue those rescue team members, but also not to hurt their lives. Such a reserved move is more energy-intensive than killing them with one blow.

He was shot in the shoulder, the gun fired in the back, almost through the body, and he himself dug into the flesh with his fingers to remove the bullet.After walking this distance, his shoulders still hurt a little, but the bleeding has gradually stopped. The flesh and blood of zombies are much stronger than human defenses. Apart from the pain, his actions have not been affected in any way.

But his condition was not very good. His stomach began to hurt after he passed the second quarantine station. Later, he realized that it was because of hunger. The struggle all the way exhausted his physical strength, and the temperature of his skin It was almost freezing.

Mijingtang originally wanted to cross City B, but after passing through the third division, he realized that it was almost an impossible goal.He adjusted the battle plan in time. If he had to choose a place to die, he hoped to find a suitable place.

At present, it is not too far away from his destination.

Mijingdou bit his lip, wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and abdomen, and walked more and more slowly, the colic pain in his body gradually became unbearably severe, making him feel anxious and uneasy.

The hungry internal organs want to digest something, and if they are not given flesh and blood, they seem to melt themselves.

Cold sweat kept breaking out, soaking the slightly long hair on his forehead.

A burst of sharp pain struck, as if a knife had been stabbed into his body. Mijingtang lowered his head and covered his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. It was a mouthful of cold blood. Even if he lost the temperature, these things were still circulating in his body.

He had never been so hungry for blood and food.

Not far from the side of the park, several children were playing in a small park.

One of the little boys just fell and broke his leg, crying.

Mijingtang stumbled over and sat on the bench beside him, and then he was surprised to find that he came here following the smell of blood.

That smell permeated the air, which was a great temptation to him.

He raised his head and glanced at the children. The fallen child was frightened by his gray-blue eyes, stopped crying, and took two steps back.

Mijingtang tried his best not to look at those children or listen to their voices. He closed his eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, curled up and lay on the deck chair in the park, concentrating on the desire in his body. Doing wrestling.

He wanted to eat flesh and blood, to bite people, this desire kept appearing in his mind, and it was about to drive him crazy.

A voice suddenly rang in his ear, "Brother...Brother...Are you feeling unwell?"

Mijingdou was struggling with the instinct in his body, he opened his eyes, and saw a little girl standing in front of him with twin ponytails, about six or seven years old.

"Get away...get away!" Mijingtang gritted his teeth and cursed, his eyes were blurry, his clothes were drenched with sweat, he almost couldn't control himself, he rushed over and bit him recklessly, he only had to open his mouth , you can end all your suffering.

Inside his body was a black hole that was clamoring and ferocious, about to swallow him up.

But his remaining human consciousness told him he couldn't do that.It was a child, only a few years old. If she turned into a zombie, how sad her family would be.Moreover, this child reminded him of Little Orange.

In his life, he had never hated himself as much as he did at this moment. He even hoped that he would die in that disaster, so that he would not live in this world so difficult and lonely as a zombie.

Mijingtang twisted his clothes with his hands, hoping that she would leave as soon as possible.

The little girl took two steps back in fright, but still summoned up her courage and said, "Brother, I... I know you. My mother said that you are a hero. You saved everyone. Brother, this is for you..."

As she spoke, she opened her palm and put a candy in her small palm.

It was the kind of candy Zou Lang bought for him before...

Mijingtang picked up the candy with trembling hands, tore off the wrapping paper, and put it in his mouth. The familiar taste filled his mouth, and the slight sweetness subdued the smell of blood.A sliver of his sanity was brought back.

The blood in Mijingtang's eyes gradually faded.

Soon it was time for dinner, and the children had left. For a long time, he curled up alone on the bench in the park, with his eyes tightly closed, enduring bouts of dizziness and severe pain.

Mijingdou couldn't stop thinking about that person.Muttering that name over and over like a spell.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already a sunset.

Relying on a piece of candy, he survived the most difficult time.Then he got up and walked towards the depths of the greenery...

Zou Fang has called the rescue team and relevant security departments, and the rescue team has withdrawn.In the area near the city center, they issued a level [-] warning through text messages and media, urging citizens to return home or enter a safe place as soon as possible.

Now they still haven't found any trace of Mijingtang, he seems to have evaporated, no one knows his whereabouts.

As time goes by, the longer it drags on, the more uneasy everyone feels.

"Where is he now?" Zou Fang asked.

"The last time it appeared was in area c4." Fang Yazhou pointed to the map.

He's slowing down, and if he can't escape...

Zou Lang looked at the route that Mijingtang had passed, and his eyes fell on a large green area on the map.

Zou Lang suddenly raised his head and asked, "Brother, where did you bury my mother-in-law?"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mijingtang finally arrived at the Anjing Cemetery in the city, which is a cemetery located in the center of B.

The cemetery at night is extremely quiet, surrounded by lush pines and cypresses, and the imperial well hall goes up along the white marble steps. The road in the middle is lined with various tombstones, neatly arranged in rows.Under each tombstone there was once a living life.

Human beings are inherently afraid of death, but at the same time they are heading towards death, and no one can escape the clutches of death.

The sky is full of stars shining in the sky, and the road to enter the park has long been closed.

Mijingtang has been here once, and this time it is all based on memory.He stumbled all the way up, the hustle and bustle in his body reached the extreme, he could no longer hear the voice clearly, and he couldn't see the road in front of him clearly, he moved his feet forward numbly, just relying on the most basic instinct, at this moment, Only then did he truly understand why zombies were called the walking dead.

His mother's tomb is close in front of him, and just looking at it can give him the greatest comfort.

In the darkness, Mijingtang suddenly heard the sound of a bullet being loaded, he raised his head with difficulty, and behind the surrounding tombstones, countless guns were aimed at him, and he just walked into the encirclement.

Mijingtang was at a loss, but he didn't even have the strength to escape.

The moment he knelt forward, someone hugged his precarious body, "Instructor, are you leaving me again?" Zou Lang's voice rang in his ears.

Cold, without leaving a word, a note, just like when you left him in the hospital.

"Wake up!" Mijingtang pushed him away with the last of his strength, trying to stand up straight, his eyes were full of despair, "Mijingtang is dead. I'm just a zombie."

He couldn't figure out why Zou Lang still pestered him until now, what else could he give him?He feels that he has lost his dignity as a human being and has been abandoned by the human world. He is loathing himself and feels that he is not worthy of his treatment at all.

"I don't want, I don't want to be locked up in the research institute by them, I don't want to drag you down like this for the rest of my life..." Mijingtang originally thought that if he became a zombie, he would lose the ability to cry, but at this moment, the corners of his eyes were very sour.

Zou Lang looked at him and turned his head slightly, "I don't care if you are a zombie or not. Since I met you, my life has changed. You are my most respected and beloved instructor. You have saved many people, and you are the one who saved them." In this city, even if you want to escape, you have endured until now, and you have not bitten a single person. You are only sick now, even if your appearance and body change, you are still you."

"I have nothing left." A line of tears finally slipped from the corner of Mijingtang's eyes.

"Who said you have nothing. You still have me, and friends who are willing to be with you." Zou Lang reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The surrounding lights suddenly turned on, and the muzzle of his gun was put away, and Mijingtang saw familiar faces one after another.They used to be his comrades in arms.

Mijingtang lost his mind for a moment, and Zou Lang stepped forward again, holding him tightly in his arms.He whispered in his ear: "I don't want to lose you anymore..."

In the cemetery, two people embrace each other tightly. This is the embrace of humans and zombies, and the embrace of lovers. It seems that nothing in this world can separate them.

Mijingtang had endured to the extreme, everything in front of his eyes seemed to turn red, he coughed twice, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, at this moment he was held in Zou Lang's arms, he couldn't bear it anymore, and tore him apart with his hands. clothes, biting hard on his shoulder.

Zou Lang protected him, and made a gesture of shooting at the people on the side, then he hugged Mijingtang, gently stroked him and knelt down, and said softly: "It's okay, you're hungry, it's over It's gone." For a long time in the past, Mijingtang actually did a lot of things for him, but since Mijingtang turned into a half-zombie, he has to pay more for this relationship.He had to be stronger and more determined to be able to hold his hand.

Mijingtang bit with his teeth, and the warm blood flowed down his throat, stopping the colic in his body. He felt that every cell in his body was longing for flesh and blood, greedily sucking the blood.

He closed his eyes tiredly, and lay on Zou Lang's shoulder.

After that nightmare, he suddenly lost his position.

He wanted to escape, wanted to leave, but in the end he found that he just wanted to escape from himself.

This time, he wasn't fighting zombies, he was fighting himself.

This was the toughest of all his battles. In the end, he didn't win but he didn't lose either.

All this has become a fact, and he must accept it all and learn to adapt to it all.From now on, he must survive in human society as a zombie. He is destined to be a different kind, but he is not alone.

Zou Fang on the side glanced at it, sighed and said to Fang Yazhou who was standing aside: "Put people back temporarily, the people on my side will issue a password later, deal with the losses of the citizens, and write a report to the higher authorities. You need to be more tactful to reduce his culpability. It’s just that I guess he won’t be in the institute for long.”

Facts have proved that the research institute can't trap him at all.

In the dark, Fang Yazhou also nodded worriedly. After this escape incident, it will be difficult to deal with the follow-up about Mijingtang.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Mijingtang and Zou Lang got in the car back to the research institute.

The entire escape process lasted twelve hours and ended in failure.

In the car, Mijingtang was still in a state of embarrassment. He was covered with Zou Lang's coat, and Zou Lang held him in his arms. He was still very cold, and his hypothermic body temperature seemed to be hard to cover.

Zou Lang looked at the dark red on his shoulder, where the blood had dried up, he unbuttoned Mijingtang with a bit of distress, "Let me see your injury."

Mijingtang said: "It's not in the way anymore."

Zou Lang looked at it, and found that the bleeding from the wound had stopped, and the strong resilience of the zombie had taken effect at this time, and it was already in the process of automatic healing without surgical suturing.

"Instructor, when did you recover?" Zou Lang asked him.

"It's been ten days." Mijingtang lowered his head and replied. At first, he only remembered some fragments of words. Later, the dots connected into lines, and the lines converged into planes. He remembered everything and finally recovered. sanity, but he said nothing to anyone.

During those ten days, after careful consideration, he still couldn't accept such a life.

He was like a butterfly caught in a net, struggling hard, even if his wings were cut.

But now he finds that he has no choice but to face it bravely, and there is no way out.

After the heartache was over, Zou Lang still felt very angry. He rubbed Mijingtang's face with his fingers and said, "It's only three things, let me tell you, there will be no next time, do you know? If you dare to run again, I will kill you this time." Tie you up! And you are so stupid, run again next time, you take me with you, I am still a mobile blood bag anyway."

Hearing this, Fang Yazhou, who was sitting in the front row, coughed heavily.

Mijingtang lowered his head, and obediently followed the training. He suddenly felt that this seemed to be a good suggestion. If there was a next time, he would think it over carefully.

After the lesson was over, Zou Lang pulled Mijingtang over and kissed his cold forehead lightly.

The car was shaking, and Mijingtang didn't know that he had run so far. In Zou Lang's arms, he was about to fall asleep drowsily.

Since he was a child, it seems that he has never poked such a big basket.

He didn't know what fate awaited him.

Human beings will eventually pass judgment on this alien species.