[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

I swallowed hard, grabbed the long handle of the fire ax and was about to rush out, but was stopped by a hand extending from the side.

Looking to the side, I saw Moore's side face. He looked at the zombies in front of him with a livid face.I can understand the fear in his heart, but he still stood at the front without hesitation, just like before.

"I'm the captain, let me open the way." He whispered, and then took a deep breath. The "coach" also came behind us.

"Let's go!"

As the tide of corpses approached, Moore yelled loudly.The four of them set off at the same time and rushed towards the tide of corpses.

All equipment must be saved from now on.Because you don't know what crisis will happen in the future, you have to keep firearms and other weapons as much as possible to deal with more terrifying situations.

From behind, I could see all the veins on Moore's temples bursting.He kept waving the fire ax in his hand, trying to carve out a path among the tide of corpses.Blood, or other stinky liquids were splattered wildly, and the smell was disgusting, but there was no energy to think about it.

However, there are too many zombies, and Moore has no way to kill them all.We squeezed through the gap between the two buses, and more zombies came roaring from the two wings.

Some were so close to us that flames were already bursting from their bodies.At this time, I really feel that using cold weapons instead of firearms is a correct choice.With such a large number of enemies, it can clear a path more efficiently without aiming.Those zombies that were in the process of spontaneous combustion also stopped burning because they were quickly decapitated.

I didn't even dare to blink my eyes, my eye sockets were sore from staring, the blood on my face was throbbing, I could probably imagine how ferocious my expression is now.

But to get out of this hell, you can only make yourself like a ghost.

Originally, they subconsciously kept me at the end who jumped in line, but halfway through the rush, I saw that Vivienne's physical strength was gradually weakened, and the speed of swinging the ax also slowed down.

After all, she is still a girl no matter how she has been trained.Seeing zombies coming up in the gap between her attacks, I quickly crossed the ax to separate them, and said to Vivienne: "Let me come, you go last!"

Probably she also knows that in this case, if she insists on arguing or prevaricating, it is better to tacitly respect other people's decisions.So Vivienne didn't say anything, she turned sideways and gave way to me, and walked at the end to clean up the zombies on the other side.

"If you lose your physical strength later, you can change with me." She whispered.I agreed casually and continued to fight.

This was probably the craziest day I've had since coming to Silent Hill.To be honest, it's not quiet at all here, and the roar of the zombies makes my head explode.Countless rotten, distorted, and hideous faces kept rushing towards them, and then vigorously swung the ax in their hands, slashing a way out of them, drenched with foul-smelling mucus, corpses, and flying flesh.

The brain is already numb, and can only support countless repetitions of this mechanical action.

There is no way to look beyond the tide of corpses to look further away, and I don't know how long this bridge is, and how much it has traveled.

"careful!!--"

The coach suddenly yelled and stopped, and I also stopped behind him, and instinctively turned around to kill the zombies that rushed from behind and on both sides.

But Moore had already stepped out when he shouted.The field of view was completely blocked by zombies just now, and no one noticed that the road ahead seemed to be destroyed by something, and there was a transverse break.The bridge further ahead was heavily tilted. Moore stepped out and couldn't stand still. After falling, he slid down.

Under the high bridge, there is a lake like the sea, and it is not known how deep it is.

Moore yelled, but fortunately the coach reached out and grabbed him.I also rushed up, and the two dragged Moore up with force.

He let out a long breath: "It's so fucking dangerous!"

However, the IQ of the zombies was fully exposed at this time. Although the tide of corpses was still coming, when they passed the sloping bridge in front of them, most of them were unable to stand still and slipped down, and finally fell into the water with a plop.

"Let's go over there!" I pointed to the sloping side of the bridge, "Hold on to the railing! Zombies kick into the water!"

Now that the number of zombies coming over has obviously decreased, it is really an excellent time.Moore was a little bit in shock, so he switched to the coach to take the lead, holding the guardrail with one hand and walking slowly across the destroyed bridge deck.

Kicking unsteady zombies into the water was my favorite part of the day.Looking forward, the number of zombies that came is far less than before, and the number can be counted.

But under such circumstances, my mind started to deal with things other than killing zombies, such as...

Who caused such a big break?

The more I thought about it, the more creepy I felt. The sudden cold sweat in my hands made me almost lose my grip on the railing.Trembling all over, I had to focus again.

After crossing a crack again and returning to the horizontal bridge deck, this wave of corpses is almost over.It's just that the inner world hasn't faded away. This time, the inner world has been so long that it's a bit unbelievable.

There are no lights on the bridge, so even if there are no zombies blocking the view, you can't see the end of the bridge.We walked forward for a while, and after deliberation, we stopped to rest.

There are a lot of cars here, it feels like rush hour, the cars are all jammed on the bridge, and then at one point, all the drivers and passengers disappear.

I took out the water and took a sip, then handed it to Moore, who also took a sip.Now that I finally have free time, I looked at each other, everyone's faces and clothes were dirty, and I guess I was not much better.

He took the water and put it in the bag, and took an inventory of other things by the way.Although everyone is running out of ammunition and food now, I am still the most shivering among them.Besides the bullets, there was only one bottle of gel left that was not used at all.

"Huh?" Moore suddenly leaned over.I don't like people messing around with my backpack or something, but when I thought that [-]% of these things were given by them, I pressed my breath.Moore took out a needle-like thing from the corner of my backpack, and I almost forgot about it. Thinking about it, it should be the Sanwu product I picked up in the psychiatry department, and I stuffed it into the bag at random .

He held the thing, as if about to say something, but choked.

Everyone's movements froze.

Because of this bridge deck, it suddenly began to tremble.

The frequency is getting bigger and bigger, and the amplitude of the tremor is getting more and more terrifying.The four stood up together and passed many vehicles, only to see a huge shadow approaching in front of them.

Moore's face was covered with dust and dirt, and the last trace of blood disappeared.His voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if someone had strangled his neck:

"Quick, run..."

Seeing the thing that was really larger than ordinary people approaching, I nervously pulled out the magazine and wanted to reload the rifle, but the coach grabbed my clothes and ran desperately.

"It's 'Tank'! Don't fight it, run!"

Before the words fell, the thing howled, and then a car was thrown straight over by it.Fortunately, the coach gave me a hand, and we ran away quickly, and the car hit the place where we were resting just now.And in the next second, the "tank" charged violently towards us.

It was a monster that made people tremble with fear at first glance. Its upper body was extremely muscular. It looked like a mountain of meat from a distance. The arms alone were thicker than a whole person.Such an uncoordinated proportion, but it uses both hands and feet, and the sprint speed is extremely fast.

It's just that it's not flexible when it's charging.Moore led us to avoid its attack, and then ran away with his legs.

I looked back and it had stopped.Then turned around, looked in the direction of us, picked up a fragment of the bridge, and threw it at us with a roar.

I seem to know who, or rather, what is destroying the bridge.

The piece of concrete with the twisted steel bars almost hit us, and the violent shock caused when it hit the ground caused Moore in front of him to sprain his ankle and almost fell down. run.

At this time, the tanks behind them paved the ground like wild animals, preparing for the next charge.

"Ahead, it's almost there!!" Vivienne yelled, "You can get off the bridge, the parish is ahead!"

Moore sprained his foot, and I led him to fall behind. In front were the shouting coach and Vivienne, as well as the pass to get off the bridge. Behind, there were tanks ready to charge.

"Xavier." Moore suddenly whispered, "Run, I'll hold him back."

"What..." I looked at him in shock, still dragging him forward, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

He frowned, and it seemed that his feet were very serious, and his lips were bitten so bloody: "Can't you fucking understand, otherwise, we can't escape."

Suddenly my arm was stabbed, and when I looked down, Moore took out the injection that I just dug out of my bag and hit my arm suddenly, and the medicine in the middle had been pushed in by him. into my body.

At first that arm was cold, and then the coolness immediately spread to the whole body, as if lubricating oil on every joint, from fingers to knees, every movement of mine suddenly became extremely smooth and sensitive.

"With this hormone, you should be able to escape." Moore suddenly shook off the hand I held him just now, took off his shotgun with few bullets left and turned to face the tank.

"I tricked you in before, but you saved the coach, Vivian, and me. I'm really embarrassed not to give you back such trust." He smiled and loaded the bullet , "You said it yourself, even if there is one person who survives to the parish, yes, that person should be you. So get out, don't talk nonsense."

The tanks had already begun to charge, the bridge deck was shaking wildly, and it felt like it would collapse soon.Moore pushed me away forcefully, and under the effect of hormones, my legs and feet started to run forward uncontrollably.

I originally thought that Vivienne and the others would be with me, but they actually made the same move as Moore, pointing their guns at the charging tank.

Don't be fucking stupid!Let's run together!

Such words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

The sound of the wind whistled in the ears, and then there was Moore's scream, which was even louder than the roar of the tank, followed by the sound of gunfire.

You don't have to look back at all to know what kind of scene is behind you.But what I didn't expect was that the roar of the tank continued to rush towards me!

Despite the hormones, I was running much faster than usual, and the distance between me and the tank sounded like it was still shrinking!

How could this be... I can already feel it right behind me.

How could it be... that Moore and the others were not in vain...

I knew I should keep running, but I looked back at the last moment.

The huge body of the tank, with its rotting face and blue eyes, was right behind me, and the stench from its mouth hit my face.

But it stopped.

For about a second, everything was silent, and then the huge body of the tank was suddenly lifted up and fell hard to the ground behind it.

Who the hell can throw a tank over his shoulder?

The splashed dust made me unable to open my eyes for a while. After coughing violently several times, I immediately closed my eyes and watched the dust fall. The shadow that appeared in it turned out to be in the shape of a big triangle.

I rely on? !

How is he? !

The triangle head came up quickly and pulled me, trying to move on, but I saw the body of the tank trembled and was about to stand up again.

"Wait! I have to go back and save Moore and the others!" I picked up the rifle and was about to run back, but was blocked by the triangle head and pushed me forward, "You fucking let go! I'm going to save people! "

The tank stood up staggeringly now, it gave up pestering me, and started chasing back to the other three just now.

I heard that my voice was already hoarse, and the taste of blood gushed out of my throat, but the triangle head would not listen to me at all, and finally even picked me up and walked down the bridge.

"If I don't go back, they will die! They will die!!—"

I couldn't get rid of the triangular head at all, and he didn't care about other people's lives or deaths.

Temporary deafness appeared, I couldn't hear any sound, I only knew that I was screaming desperately at the top of my throat.The corner of the dry mouth was torn and bleeding, and the fishy smell swayed away as soon as it entered the mouth.

And after this phenomenon ended, the first sound I heard was a roar.

I heard that right!

Before I could doubt it, a heavy motorcycle suddenly rushed into my field of vision.It was still speeding freely on the bridge that was almost destroyed by tanks before, and drove straight towards this side.

The man on the locomotive let go of one hand, stepped on the accelerator with his foot, and rushed towards the tank as if he was desperate, but turned over and jumped out of the car in the next moment, rolled over and stood up, and drew out his two guns to continuously shoot at the rear station hit by the locomotive. Unsteady tank shooting.

I was stunned by the series of coherent movements.Finally, under the swift and fierce attack of the man, the tank finally roared and fell to the ground.

The triangular head was finally willing to put me down.I hurried back and watched the coach and Vivienne slowly walking over with Moore on his back. Moore still insisted on giving me a thumbs up.

Seeing that they were all right, the tense nerves finally relaxed.

Looking back at the savior who suddenly appeared, the man with the old-fashioned [-]-point hairstyle retracted his guns, walked over and kicked the tank's body:

"Fuck, these are some monsters."

The author has something to say: emm thinks about it and Xavier is probably not the kind of person who is blindly kind.It's straight-tempered, you treat me well and I treat you well, if you look down on me and think I'm a little bastard, then I'll let you see how rascal I am, but if you treat me heart and soul, I'll show you too.

Good night~