I thought with horror that if the fire spreads again, most of the van will suffer. If I don't flee at that time, I am afraid I will be burned alive in the car. But to escape, I'm afraid to die faster! Worse!
After a long time, I suddenly reacted, and I was really frightened: "Call the police!"
I touched my trouser pocket with one hand, empty. Where's the phone? Where did the phone go? After thinking for a long time, I ran wild just now and hid under the van for a long time, really not sure where I fell.
How to do? How to do? The fire is about to spread!
Just when I was in despair and Liushen had no master, I suddenly rang a bell, shocked my body, and banged my head against the door of the car, and it didn't hurt.
When people are extremely nervous, they really become mentally retarded and dull. After a while, I reacted and said to myself: "Yes... Phone... Phone."
The driver’s phone fell on the driver’s seat, and as the ringtone continued to tremble slightly, I reached out and picked up the phone. A woman yelled with a cry and almost pierced the eardrum.
"Husband, husband, come back soon, something has happened at home!"
I covered my mouth and said in a low voice: "I am not your husband, his phone dropped and got into the car..."
But the woman on the other end of the phone was obviously frightened. She turned a deaf ear to what I said. She kept crying and talking upside down:
"My parents are crazy, I hide in the kitchen, they... ate Xiaojuan, and Xiaojuan wants to eat me again... Ah, the door is about to be smashed... The people in the village are crazy!"
"I'm not your husband!"
"What do I do... What do I do... I'm going to die!"
"Run away!"
"Can't escape, people in Taohua Village are... crazy! Ergou just ate his mother... woo... I told you not to go out, you are going to die, what should I do now! What should I do if I am at home alone! The door panel is about to break!"
"Peach Blossom Village? Where is Peach Blossom Village?" I saw that the phone number belonged to another place. I thought it was my husband who went to work in the magic city, and my wife and children stayed in my hometown.
My heart is tight, does this mean that it is not just the magic capital, but also a small mountain village in a certain place thousands of miles away.
The tragedy of cannibalism also happened
"Quickly come back! You'll be back by train right away! Ah!" There was a noise on the phone, and women's screams were mixed with er, er, low growls, intertwined with the howling of corpses outside the car.
I hung up the phone. I didn't know how long the signal would last. I first called my parents who were thousands of miles away. After making several calls, the phone finally got through, but no one answered. There was a burst of sadness in my heart, tears flowed out, and I knew in my heart that most of the two old people are more ill-fortune!
I then dialed the police, and the phone kept busy, making my heart anxious, more like being roasted on a charcoal fire.
After making a few more calls, I finally realized that I’m afraid... I can only rely on myself.
Suddenly, my heart moved. The door was not closed tightly at first, and the phone was in the car again. Is the car key still inserted in the car
I raised my head slightly and looked over between the two seats in the front row. I felt cold. There was no key in the keyhole under the steering wheel.
The interior of the car was getting hotter and hotter, and the air seemed to be burning, but fortunately, the fire did not continue to spread and gradually diminished.
I have a big mouth, and finally I don’t have to worry about the van being ignited. My nervousness relaxes a little, and I feel dry and thirsty, sweating profusely, and throat spraying.
It's a fortunate fortunate thing that this van was changed into a freight truck, and the two rows of seats at the back were removed, and it was filled with dozens of boxes of drinks and mineral water. Anyway, don’t worry about thirst for now.
I tore open a mineral water box and drank a bottle of mint mineral water. The cold water line reached the chest and abdomen. It was not fully relieved. Suddenly, I saw the branches in the green belt on the side of the road tremble. There seems to be a person hidden.
The sharply trimmed shrubs were luxuriantly branched, and I stared at it for a while, and finally found a white Sensen's face. After careful identification, it was the gang member who sent me away with the phrase "we need work experience" from the small broken company. Hey, she is not dead yet!
The platoon is more than 30 years old, with protruding cheekbones and thin lips. At this time, the makeup on his face was completely messed up by rain and tears. That face is not much better than that of a zombie.
Suddenly, I was a little gloat, ha ha, you have today too.
The shrubbery green belt where the platoons are hiding is only a few meters away from the van. She must have seen me in the van and kept looking over here.
I rolled the car window about an inch, exposing a pair of eyes, and looked at her.
As soon as the platooner saw it, a look of surprise appeared in the anxious eyes. She pointed to the tip of her nose and then to the van, which meant: "Can I go up?"
I shook my head. It wasn't because I hated her that I couldn't save myself. After all, there would be a companion by my side at this time, and there would be some comfort in my mind, but the group of corpses scattered all around at this time. The van will definitely be seen, and it will hurt me.
The platooner looked disappointed and pleading. I was a little apologetic, and slowly rolled the window.
After a while, there was a tink in the car window, and I looked up and saw that it was a small stone thrown by a platoon.
I rolled down another inch of the car window and saw her gesture with both hands, one, eight, seven, four, eight... and so on. After a series of digits, I was confused, and suddenly reacted, it should be a phone number.
The zombies were swimming around. She didn't dare to speak loudly. She gestured to her phone number. Do you want me to call her? What does she want to tell me
"what the hell?"
I picked up the phone and dialed.
It was connected, and the platoon people only heard the voice pressed down and said: "You let me get in the car, and I will benefit you. Someone will save me and bring you with you!"
I said, "Who will save you, your husband? Save it, even the police can't save you."
The platooner said hurriedly: "It's not my husband, the person who saved me is very backed, and he will send a helicopter to rescue me."
It's a thin mouth, I can talk, and just open my mouth.
I rushed straight up with an anger, and you really took me for two hundred and five, and said viciously: "You are just a recruiter for a small broken company."
I immediately hung up the phone, opened the mobile web page, the phone rang again, hung up without thinking, then rang, and set it to a blacklist.
I breathed out a sigh of anger, settled my mind, and continued to read the webpage for a moment. The webpage was overwhelming with news of global corpses, but these news were spontaneous by netizens. It seems that the formal news system has broken down.
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