The mermanized Vincent has been completely reduced to a low-level biological garbage, a disgusting monster without any sense of mind.
This is a very desperate and painful thing.
However, what made Caroline feel like hell more than the severe pain in her body was that she finally realized through this wound that Vincent treated her like any other ordinary human being.
As a woman who has been with him for so many years and loves him with almost all her heart, Caroline has always had a secret idea.
She is special.
Oh yes, it's a silly idea, even Caroline herself knows it, and when her sanity prevails, she'll always tell herself not to be like a silly girl who gets sucked in by the overwhelming novels , film and television works are brainwashed.
There will be no zombies in this world, and naturally there will be no boys who will fall in love with a human girl even if they become zombies. In real life, most Alzheimer's patients only have urinary incontinence, and they will not remember to go out and buy a rose for the same aging wife in the chaos...
Those things that are too romantic may really happen to some people, but for ordinary people, they are just a distant dream, a kind of urban fairy tale now.
All of this, Caroline knew, she even knew better than anyone that she had absolutely no way to get along with Vincent any further, even if she and he were once so close lovers. After Rand was kidnapped, there was a chasm between her and Vincent that was absolutely impossible to cross, absolutely impossible. Even, even Vincent was still willing to contact her after this (he also made her his personal assistant), for Caroline, it was already a huge luck like winning the lottery.
but…
Yes, no matter how many reasons are used to convince herself, no matter how rational she is, there is still a "but" behind all the reasons.
However, deep in Caroline's heart, she still couldn't help but hold a trace of expectation, a pre-set fantasy.
Maybe in a corner of Vincent's heart, there is a place for her.
No matter what he became, she was able to get a special treat—she had paid so much for him after all... so much.
Even when Vincent was most desperate and lonely, Caroline always stood behind him.
"Crack-knock-"
In the bloody ward, I recalled the sound of Vincent chewing the bones of those unfortunate people.
It left a slender and dark shadow on the wall, and he looked at Caroline with a numbness and indifference that could not be ignored. The pupils that reflected the light were like glass balls, with an icy coldness. Inorganic feeling.
a monster.
The word crossed in Caroline's mind.
Her Vincent has completely disappeared, and what remains here is just a monster.
This monster has now finished eating the body of the "Poseidon" team member. It has eaten too much, and its abdomen has obvious protrusions, and its movements have become somewhat lazy. Of course, Caroline didn't know whether it was because it was full and caused her body to become sluggish, or whether it had already judged Caroline's weakness and powerlessness, and didn't even bother to show her fierce side in front of her.
Just like when a cat catches a mouse, it occasionally plays with the shivering little creature under its claws.
Tears welled up from Caroline's eyes. She gasped desperately, looking at Vincent who was slowly walking towards her.
Ah, not "walking", but "crawling".
His hands were on the ground, his tail wriggling on the carpet like a snake, making a clear rustle.
Pale blue saliva spilled from his split lips and hung from his chin, and his face, which seemed forever pale, was stained red with blood and shards of human entrails.
Only those eyes glowed brightly.
He was about to come and eat her.
Caroline clearly realized this.
Compared with the overwhelming despair that surged in her body before, she was a little shocked by the fear that emerged in her heart at this moment.
She was more afraid of death than ever before, and she discovered this. Although just a few seconds ago, her despair made her think she was no longer afraid of anything. She thought she was so painful that she wanted to die, but in the end she realized When the real death came, she was still terrified.
And this kind of fear made Caroline squeeze out a thin hoarse cry from her throat before Vincent arrived. The tension of her vocal cords made her shout even a little ridiculous.
Caroline stepped back with difficulty, her feet stomping on the floor, and she looked like she was having a seizure, tears and snot smearing her face, blurring her contorted expression. .
"Go away, go away, no, don't come near me—"
She screamed in confusion, rubbing her hands around her habitually.
At last she felt a cold, dry hand whose fingers were as soft as cotton swabs.
It was a hand belonging to a Spanish woman, severed from the elbow, with massive torn muscles suggesting it had broken in a violent tear.
Obviously, this was the scum that Vincent accidentally thrown into the corner when he bit her corpse before.
Caroline let out even more hysterical screams after discovering the severed hand, and she threw the severed hand at Vincent violently.
In between, a long blue tongue slid out of Vincent's lips, wrapped around the wrist of that hand, and sent it into his mouth to chew with a "click".
And taking advantage of this short gap, Caroline rushed towards the other side with an amazing speed, rolling and crawling, trying to escape from Vincent's hunting range.
But the ward that was nothing to her in the past was so desperate at this time.
Caroline only had time to walk a few steps before she tripped on the ground.
Her forehead slammed into the ruined hospital bed that originally belonged to Vincent, and it was the various pipes extending from the bed that tripped her.
A stench of wind whipped on Caroline's body. She fell to the ground, turned her head, and caught a glimpse of Vincent's black shadow belonging to a monster from the corner of her eyes. It looked down at her, not knowing when it had come behind her like a ghost, and in its eyes flashed the naked greedy gaze of a child when facing the food.
Obviously, Caroline's escape stopped Vincent's leisurely digestion exercise in advance, and he decided to eat some more—
Then he opened his upper jaw in front of Caroline's horrified, twisted face. There were still red bloodstains left between the rows of evenly distributed teeth. In just a short moment, he could swallow it in one bite. Drop Caroline's head.
He would crush Caroline's skull with dozens of rows of teeth in his mouth, like crushing a walnut.
However, it was precisely at this time, at the moment when the god of death was ready to swing his scythe—
"Hello, Vincent?"
A hoarse voice with heavy sleepiness rang on the floor.
…
Vincent, or rather, the monster, stopped all his movements at that moment.
It tilted its head in confusion, staring at the little metal nugget that gleamed on the floor.
It was Vincent's cell phone, and at this time it was in a call state. On the top of the screen, the caller was displayed: Rand.
Although he has been in a coma for a long time, before this night, Vincent Sivers always had a phone beside his bed, because he was always a little worried that maybe one day, his Rand would encounter something that would require him (although in reality, in order to avoid the awkward direct contact with Vincent, Rand would always only call Caroline and communicate with Vincent through her relay, who was forcibly left by Vincent The number in his cell phone, which he never called once).
Vinson also had a shortcut number on his phone, one-touch dialing—but he rarely actually called Rand. He knew Rand's deep-seated resistance to him, so he always avoided making him uncomfortable.
And this night, when Caroline hit the hospital bed, the phone fell, and by accident, it dialed the number automatically.
A number belonging to Rand.
…
"Hello? Hello? Vincent? Did something happen?"
In his apartment on Pine Street, Rand held his aching head and said confusedly into the phone.
He was woken up, and honestly, he wouldn't even have the desire to continue talking if he hadn't seen the caller ID being Vincent. He just wanted to catch a little sleep before the work alarm went off.
However, not long after he fell asleep, Vincent made that call.
What is urgent
Rand felt this way about this early morning phone call, especially when he heard a few sobbings and muffled sounds from the microphone, that worry expanded like compressed biscuits that had absorbed soup.
"Vincent?"
He raised his volume and shouted into the phone.
Unbeknownst to Rand, his voice was echoing between a monster and Caroline in the faint loudness of the phone's microphone.
The air between them was as still as if it were about to freeze.
Vincent slowly and slowly put down the paw that was pressing on Caroline's back, he clumsily slid towards the phone, put his ear on the phone, and listened carefully to the voice belonging to Rand inside.
"...Lan...de."
In Rand's countless inquiries, Vincent suddenly opened his mouth, and he shouted out the word slowly and difficultly.
After a while, he repeated it again.
"Lan, De."
"Oh, God—" On the other end of the microphone, Rand felt that his whole body relaxed instantly, he replaced the phone with both hands, and all the drowsiness had disappeared, "Vincent, what happened to you? Why? Haven't spoken just now? Did you encounter some difficulty... Hey, Vincent?"
After a while, his brows furrowed again, and the silence on the other end of the phone made him feel as if his heart had been squeezed by something in an instant.
"…Answer me, Vincent, are you really okay?"
However, the call was suddenly hung up.
"Vincent!"
Rand took off the phone and stared at the "call ended" on the screen, his face turned blue in an instant.
In the nursing ward of Shenbai Biotechnology, which has been reduced to hell, a mobile phone was held between the webbed hands of the monster.
Just now, the mutant that Vincent became, accidentally hung up the phone. The breath on its body became violent in an instant, it grabbed the phone and tried to retrieve the voice, but after a few seconds the phone turned into scrap metal between his claws.
After numerous shakes and knocks, Vincent put his distorted phone on the ground.
It put its face on it, trying to repeat the original action again, to wake up the "voice".
Rand —
It's the only thing it can remember now.
And when it was dealing with the phone that had become a waste, Caroline cautiously stretched out her hand.
She grabbed a tube—it was actually connected to the bag of unidentified objects that Dr. Clive had been fiddling with in the first place—that was actually a special anesthetic made for sirens.
Then, she shoved the tube into Vincent's back...