This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

This huge avalanche even caused the entire northern land to tremble violently. The avalanche process lasted for a few minutes, and then everything returned to calm. Several meters of snow fell in the quiet snow-capped valley, burying all the [-] living dead.Under the pressure of [-] tons of snow, even if those zombies were not crushed into meat paste on the spot, they were already firmly pressed in the avalanche by the snow.

Under the moonlight, the white snow was spotless, as if nothing had happened.

The whole world was silent, it was the ultimate silence, as if all the sounds on the earth did not exist.

This silence represents death, a dead silence.

I don't know how long it took, Mijingdou woke up first. It took a while for him to get used to the darkness in the carriage, and then propped up his body. He could feel that one of his arms was dislocated, and he could hardly move. The pain made him frown. .

During the turbulence just now, his other hand held Zou Lang tightly and did not let go. Now he hastily stretched out his still-moving hand and began to grope, feeling for Zou Lang's pulse with his trembling fingers. It's beating lightly.

Mijingtang heaved a sigh of relief. At this time, the entire car body was completely tilted. He knelt and walked forward a few steps according to the position he remembered. He touched the control panel and pressed a few operation buttons with his cold fingers.The emergency backup power of the armored vehicle was activated, emitting a little orange-yellow light in the dark.After all the mechanical properties are destroyed, this small lamp can still be on for at least eight hours.

The armored vehicles withstood the pressure of most of the avalanches, and there were some deformations in some places, but the whole was still intact, and it was because of this that they survived.

Mijingdou lowered his head by the light, he clenched his teeth, and put his dislocated arm back into place.There was chaos inside the compartment. Some of the first aid supplies brought in were originally fixed on the car, but due to the loss of control in the end, everything was no longer in place.

At this time Zou Lang also woke up, his hands moved first, and it took a while before he opened his eyes, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of blood, then he struggled to sit up, the exercise just now made him feel like his internal organs were being dried He was constantly being shaken, his body was about to fall apart, and there was pain everywhere in his body.Then Zou Lang wiped the corners of his lips, looked at the blood stains on his fingers, frowned and cursed: "I don't want to sit in the VR project in the studio again in my life." Then he added, "If If there is still a chance.”

Mijingtang raised his watch and looked, "We have been in a coma for about three hours." The armored vehicle was completely buried under the snow at an unknown depth, and they were surrounded by cold ice and snow, and the temperature inside the vehicle was extremely high. Low, with Mijingtang's shallow breathing, a white mist came out.

They had been in a coma for a while, and it should be late at night by now.Afterwards, Mijingtang smelled a bloody smell, and leaned over to ask Zou Lang, "Are you injured?"

Zou Lang didn't answer him, but took advantage of Mijingtang's approach and grabbed his collar and leaned over to kiss him.

As soon as Mijingtang touched his lips, he felt the smell of blood getting stronger, and the instinct of the zombies was calling him to continue the kiss, but at this moment, he still had reason, pushed Zou Lang away and said angrily, "What time is it?" !"

They are now trapped under the avalanche, and they are still alive by luck, but the situation is very bad. There is not enough oxygen, the temperature is extremely low, and there is not enough food and water. Still dying of thirst.

"You have to let me celebrate the rest of my life!" Zou Lang covered his ribs and snorted, "And I just vomited blood, so don't waste it."

Mijingtang ignored him, unbuttoned his clothes, and felt his wound with his hands. Zou Lang snorted again in pain. Mijingtang could touch him. The lower rib on his left side was broken, and the sharp bone stubble The skin was punctured, and due to the cold weather, the blood loss was not too much.Zou Lang curled up and said, "Don't bother."

Mijingtang looked at the dazzling red, closed his eyes for a while, resisting the zombie's bloodthirsty instinct, then he said nothing, took the rescue box aside, and helped Zou Lang to bandage it.The temperature here is very low, and his speed must be fast enough, but Mijingtang's hand has just been dislocated, and he can't use his strength yet.Even the simple action of wrapping gauze is not very neat.

"I'll do it..." Zou Lang regained some strength.

Mijingtang refused to give up. He didn't know whether he was angry with Zou Lang, himself, or fate. The instinct of zombies, the desperate environment, and the confined space all made him upset After struggling for a few minutes, Mijingtang finally couldn't help but lowered his lower body and licked Zou Lang's wound.Then he bit the gauze with his teeth and wrapped up Zou Lang's wound. The bandage was so ugly that it was an insult to his instructor's name, as if the usual rescue class was taught for nothing.

Zou Lang looked down at a bow tie tied on the wound, and wanted to laugh a little, but grinned in pain when the wound was involved, then looked at Mijingtang who was a little annoyed and raised his eyes to look at him, completely restrained, he touched it His hair comforted: "I'm fine."

Mijingtang injected him with anti-inflammatory drugs, helped him put on his clothes, and then asked Zou Lang, "Now, what should we do?"

Looking at him, Zou Lang felt that the little instructor who usually led the army had completely lost his sense of propriety at this time, and said, "I wisely asked them to pack a few quilts. You go and open the bunk and we can continue talking."

Thanks to these things just now, during the rapid rotation, they didn't have a head-on collision with the console. Otherwise, in such a serious collision, their injuries must have been more than that simple.

Mijingtang obediently followed his instructions, unwrapped a few quilts, and gave Zou Lang all the quilts that could be spread, and finally put on two quilts himself.

Zou Lang was still shivering even though he was wrapped in a quilt. Although Mijingtang was also cold, he was a zombie after all, so he was more energetic now.

Zou Lang said in a low voice: "We are now near the middle of the canyon. A huge avalanche has buried everything. The limited forces of the Northern Army still have to clean up the mess. No one has time to dig us up bit by bit."

Mijingtang looked at him, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Zou Lang slowed down, endured a wave of pain, opened his eyes and continued, "The snow outside is not likely to be thin. Even if we try to open the door ourselves, the snow will leak in and drown us."

Mijingtang agreed with this, and the mutant zombie deformed the door, so it might not be able to open normally.

"There is not much hope for foreign rescue and self-rescue..." The above two points are unfavorable factors, and then Zou Lang changed the subject, "I asked, the temperature at the bottom of the valley is only low in winter, and in summer, the ice and snow will melt. Maybe you can go out. There is no air here, but I brought a few cans of oxygen cylinders, so I should be able to use it for a while.”

Mijingtang said: "You don't plan to wait until next summer before going out."

Zou Lang suddenly smiled at him, that smile was a bit familiar to Mijingtang, it was the expression of his little trick, and sure enough he said, "It's not us, it's you."

Mijingtang felt a little ominous in his heart, leaned over and asked, "Zou Lang, please explain clearly to me!"

The distance between the two of them was so close, and the light was so dim that Mijingtang could clearly see the cold sweat on Zou Lang's forehead.

Zou Langpi smiled and said, "I didn't bring any food, and I am your food."

At that moment, Mijingtang was trembling with anger. He watched Zou Lang prepare everything meticulously. So he was already ready to die by himself? !

Zou Lang didn't see Mijingtang's anger at all, he leaned on the shell of the armored vehicle carelessly wrapped in a quilt, and said, "The zombies don't consume much, and the Ymir raised by the destruction faction has hibernated for a long time. The water and the oxygen in the oxygen tank are enough for you to survive, if you are hungry, you can eat my flesh and blood, it is so cold here, it is frozen to keep it fresh.”

Mijingtang gritted his teeth and cursed: "I don't have such a perverted hobby!"

Zou Lang made a surprised expression, "This is not a pervert, you are a zombie."

Mijingtang was really angry, his eyes turned blood red, and he said, "Zou Lang, you are smart, but I don't like the feeling of being calculated by you!"

Zou Lang looked at him, and finally put away the foolishness. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Mijingtang's eyes. Instead, his expression was a little sad. In the small space, his voice was sour, "I'm not that smart. , This time, I may have saved some people, but I can't save you, I can't save me."

The two were silent for a while, they were wrapped in quilts and sat opposite each other in the armored vehicle, the time passed by every minute, and everything became a torment.

These were the best methods Zou Lang could think of.There simply wasn't enough food to fit here, nor enough oxygen for two people to use.The temperature was extremely cold, he didn't come to help, he just treated himself as food for the zombies.

What the cold initially brings to people is a pain like a needle prick. As time goes by, the peripheral nerves will gradually lose consciousness, and then there will be sleepiness, an endless sleepiness that will overwhelm people.

At the fifth hour, the air in the armored vehicle became thinner, and Zou Lang got up suddenly, and took a bunch of things from his neck. These Yujingtangs had been given to him as relics. The chain was put back around his neck, and his forehead was pressed against his cold forehead.Zou Lang's lips had already turned white due to the low temperature injury and lack of oxygen.

Mijingtang felt the temperature on his forehead, and it was difficult to accept that the person who warmed him was gradually turning cold.

But he understands that as a human being, once the core temperature falls below 33 degrees Celsius, his life will be in danger at any time.

Just thinking about the scene of guarding Zou Lang's body in this small space, Mijingtang felt that he was going crazy, and said in a trembling voice, "We are not dead yet! Don't be discouraged at this moment!"

Rather than being trapped in this small cage and being tortured to insanity, it is better to live and die together.It was not the last moment, and he would never give up hope.However, Zou Lang sighed and did not speak. He lay down on his side. Human instinct made him curl up his body in order to preserve more heat.

Mijingtang lowered his gray-blue eyes, and he suddenly hugged Zou Lang and said, "I want you to stay with me, I want you to cheer up and how can I get out..."

Zou Lang also gave him a hug, his body was trembling, the chills were like waves and could not be suppressed, his consciousness seemed to be drifting away gradually, "I think...but I might...can't last long... "

In this extremely cold environment, he has reached the limit, and he will fall into a complete coma at any time, and then his heart and breathing will begin to fail, until he dies.Mijingtang lowered his head and felt Zou Lang's pulse, which was very weak.He wrapped Zou Lang tightly with more quilts, including the ones on his body, and then he opened the oxygen bottle to release a trace of oxygen, increasing the oxygen content in the air.

"Don't be too busy, come here, let me see you again." Zou Lang's voice gradually became low.

Mijingtang crawled over obediently, lying on his side beside him, Zou Lang raised his hand with the last of his strength, touched Mijingtang's face and said, "I... can't bear you..." His eyes lightened Blinking lightly, it finally closed and never opened again.

Quiet, everything around has returned to the terrifying quietness.In another hour or two, even this dimly lit light would go out and the place would become a place of death.

Mijingtang lay down and looked at Zou Lang's face, his expression was calm, as if he was asleep, but Mijingtang knew that as a human being, if he was left in such an environment after being injured, even if he was only in a coma now, he would still With a weak heartbeat, his time is running out.

Mijingtang's lips were trembling with cold, this is the cold place that zombies hate the most, but he has nowhere to hide.The cold can drive him crazy, but not enough to take the life of a mutated zombie.He blinked, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. He stared at Zou Lang closely, and suddenly said, "You don't understand, I'm already dead, I'm a zombie, and you are the only thing that exists in me." The reason in this world. If you are dead, what is the point of my existence?"

After saying these words, Mijingtang got up suddenly and began to beat the iron wall beside him, making a bang, "Is there anyone here?" He was shouting with all his strength, "Is anyone there? Help, help us!"

Tears slid down, touched the floor of the armored vehicle, and instantly condensed into ice.

Mijingtang felt that he had gone crazy. It was several meters under the snow, how could anyone respond?But he still seemed to be venting, punching the iron shell of the armored vehicle tirelessly, his blood stained the deformed iron wall, and because of the power of the mutated zombies, fist marks began to be left on the iron wall.

Mijingtang didn't expect much from the rescue, he was just afraid of the silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Mijingtang suddenly stopped in surprise.

He heard a sound from outside, it was the sound of something hitting the metal wall...