Undead

Chapter 3

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"Let your surname be Zhou, the Rong of the soldiers and horses is not the Rong of Huang Rong's sister."

"We spent more than half a month in this unfortunate city T, and we didn't get a penny of the field subsidy. The bullets and food and grass have also bottomed out. Adding fuel to the army is like a thief."

"How did you say this virus broke out, is it a variant of the rabies virus, or is it a maddened genetic tactic implemented by the US imperialists and the Western powers against our country? The brothers were watching the news broadcast two days ago. Last night, the TV signal even followed Shortwave radio is gone, but unfortunately I have been chasing "People's Urban Management Team" and "People's Radio and Television Bureau" which have not stopped for more than half a year. But the most unfortunate thing is... "

Zhou Rong lit the fire with a click, took a deep breath of cigarettes, turned around and saw that the team members were trembling, the side windows of the carriage were wide open, and the wind was blowing in.

"Go... go," the younger brother said, "just rolled out the window..."

"When did you leave?"

"At the time of the news network."

Zhou Rong was silent for a moment, and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, I was just about to give him the eighth season of Amway's "People's Development and Reform Commission"."

·

The zombie tide was led to the southeast. At this moment, there were only a dozen living dead wandering on the street. The young man rolled over to the ground, stuck a few steps to the corner of the wall, and then dodged into the messy large pharmacy.

Incandescent lights flickered overhead, blood splattered on the walls, and several mutilated corpses overwhelmed the glass counter. You can imagine what a terrifying scene it was when the virus broke out.

With growing calls for racial and gender equality, omega pheromone inhibitors have been banned in many countries, but they are also strictly regulated prescription drugs. The young man held the carbine in front of him, bypassed the pharmacist's body lying on the counter, and smashed the glass case with the butt of the gun with his backhand. Seeing the familiar injection, he breathed out imperceptibly, and quickly disassembled the package to dispense the medicine and plunged it into himself. arm veins.

The pharmacy has probably been raided a few times, but there are still some supplies left in the corner, protein powder, nut bars, energy drinks, etc. He picked up a rucksack full of blood from the corpse, swept in everything he could carry, and noticed that he dug out two packs of water purifier.

When he was done, he looked up and saw himself through the broken mirror by the counter.

The motorcycle helmets and jackets smelled of rust, the jeans had lost their original color, and the high-top boots were full of dried-up rotten flesh.

He suddenly found something, pulled down the zipper slightly, and hooked a pendant from his collar.

It was an ordinary brass round case, the size of a pocket watch, and when it was opened, there was an old photograph pressed under a crystal sheet.

A young couple holding their five- or six-year-old son smiling at him, the wife is Caucasian, with flax hair and amber eyes, her outstanding beauty is clearly visible even with the limited photographic skills of many years ago; the husband is completely Oriental, with a clear and elegant appearance, full of bookishness, and a face that is very familiar.

— his own face.

The young man closed his eyes and couldn't stop gasping for breath. Several incomplete images flashed through his mind like lightning: the rapidly bumping cabin, screams, corpses, flying bullet casings, suitcases flashing cold silver...

Immediately, the camera zoomed away. Under the cold and gray sky in the early morning, the army boots stepped on the grass roots and dew, and scolded the eardrums of every soldier: "... There is no tomorrow, there is no hope. We can never wait for rescue, and any mistakes are irreversible... "

"You will be the last living people on this earth to fight the undead!..."

The young man shook his head subconsciously, trying to rub his eyebrows, but he bumped into the hard helmet.

"Be careful!"

A huge force rushing from the side instantly threw the young man to the ground - a loud bang, the young man instinctively wanted to pinch the attacker's neck, but the next moment there was a deafening gunshot in the room!

The bullets flew out of the warehouse door in the corner as fast as the rainstorm, and several living dead behind the door fell to the ground, struggling and twitching, and finally turned into a pile of flesh and blood after a while.

Zhou Rong put down the gun, took out the cigarette butts, and casually crushed it out: "Are you two okay?"

The young man pushed the "Sneak Attacker" away, rolled over and sat up, holding his eyebrows with a splitting headache.

"Hello, we just came in and saw the zombies pushing the door from the warehouse..." Yan Hao got up and opened his palm to the young man sitting on the ground. The latter supported his hand, stood up with strength, and lifted the motorcycle helmet: "Thank you."

Yan Hao: "..."

"?"

Yan Shuai took his eyes back, and despite the instinct to hide it, the blush on his white face was still obvious, and he coughed hard and said, "No... it's fine."

Zhou Rong found it quite interesting, rubbed his chin for a while, and asked with a smile, "Brother came looking for something to eat?"

- If the masses of the last days voted for the top ten worst pick-up conversations, this sentence would definitely top the list.

The young man didn't answer, picked up the backpack and threw it on his right shoulder, carrying the carbine that came from Yan Hao, and pointed the muzzle to the ground, bypassing the two and walking towards the door.

Unexpectedly, when they passed by, Zhou Rong grabbed his arm: "This..."

"You follow me?"

The two looked at each other at close range, and in the messy pharmacy, an invisible bowstring seemed to be gradually tightening. After a long while, Zhou Rong smiled humbly: "What are you talking about, you are so emotional..."

"... Obviously responsible for the safety of people's lives and property."

The young man looked at Zhou Rong carefully again, feeling that he had made a mistake in his judgment just now. This person should not be a local army, but a soldier who embezzled ordnance after being expelled from the team.

"Don't look at it, let's go, no one hits you with the idea of these two packets of biscuits." Zhou Rong flipped a piece of shredded meat that had splattered on the young man's shoulder, and he didn't even feel disgusted, saying, "We want to Go to the city center shelter to meet up with teammates, pick up the crowd, launch a positioning signal, and notify the local government to send a helicopter to pick it up - tomorrow City T will be cleaned by a nuclear bomb, here, this is my certificate."

Zhou Rong's fingerless gloves covered in blood, carefully took out a cowhide envelope from his arms, and opened it, which was really an official letter of introduction to the army with a red seal.

He waved arrogantly in front of the young man's eyes, and cherished the official letter back into his protective vest, saying, "You can't go anywhere by yourself. If you don't have personal heroism, you should accept the organization's arrangement... What's your name?"

There was silence, the young man's eyes fell to the ground, and there was an overturned medicine box at his feet, with the words "XX City Sinan Traditional Chinese Medicine Co., Ltd. (Guangdong 2011XXXX)".

"...Sinan," the young man said hoarsely.

"South of North and South."

·

After half an hour.

"Their body fluids are highly poisonous. The result of being bitten is 100% infection and death, followed by mutation. The mutation speed varies from person to person. The shortest mutation time observed so far is 50 seconds. The heart stops beating from the infected person. Starting from the beginning; the longest is more than twenty-four hours, during which time the corpse corpses and decays at the same rate as ordinary corpses."

Sinan raised his eyelids: "Where did the observation object come from?"

"A few of my team members," Zhou Rong said, taking a sip of water.

On the left and right sides of the carriage, seven or eight special forces were sitting in a row, constantly bumping left and right because the front of the car hit the roadblocking zombies.

On Zhou Rong's side, Yan Hao took out a paper bag from behind and motioned for Sinan on the opposite side to follow.

—In the paper bag are several high-protein chocolates and military-style compressed biscuits.

Sinan threw the paper bag back to him, pointing to his backpack, meaning I have it here, and immediately asked Zhou Rong, "Are you a local garrison?"

"When the virus first broke out, some experts believed that it was collective rabies, so the first batch of infected people were sent to the army to take care of them, and the local garrison was completely wiped out." Zhou Rong spread his hands and expressed his polite condolences, saying: " If you go to the military camp now, there should be tens of thousands of living dead with guns and live ammunition locked in there, densely packed and swaying... It's really a hell for people with intensive phobias."

"Then why did you come to T City?"

"Perform the mission." Yan Hao whispered beside him.

Sinan glanced, Yan Hao stared intently at the swaying floor of the carriage, his lips pressed into a slightly tight line.

"We came to perform the mission. We were not very lucky. We encountered an outbreak of zombies, so we temporarily changed the content of the mission and decided to go to the shelter to rescue ordinary people." Zhou Rong asked casually, "What about you, little brother?"

Sinan didn't answer, "How is your mission?"

He thought that the purpose of this team was the same as Tang Hao and the others, to seize Omega - the so-called precious strategic resource from the war-torn zone. Unexpectedly, Zhou Rong sighed and said melancholy: "Brother this time, I'm a little bit back... The task object is dead, and I'm afraid that I will be punished when I go back..."

"Not necessarily dead," Yan Hao suddenly whispered again.

The team members all looked at them, and Zhou Rong asked back, "Can you still live after falling from a height of 9,000 meters?"

Yan Hao fell silent.

"Brother Rong!" the driver shouted from the front: "The latest road map is out, come and see the lane!"

Zhou Rong got up and walked to the cab, and patted Yan Hao on the shoulder as he passed by.

Sinan suddenly found that Yan Hao often appeared when he was talking to Zhou Rong, handing something or interjecting, intentionally or unintentionally brushing his presence.

why

Yan Hao suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, and handed over a box of soft Chinese: "Do you smoke?"

Sinan's appearance is extremely oriental, but his pupils are amber like his mother. When he stared at people so motionlessly, he often had the illusion of an inorganic coldness.

He just looked at Yan Hao for ten seconds, then shook his head and said, "No smoking, thank you."

"… "

Yan Hao was a little nervous, smiled at him, smoked a cigarette himself, but didn't light it, just tossing and turning between his fingers, as if he was using this action to relieve some emotions.

After a while, Zhou Rong returned to the trunk with the equipment bag, sat down with a golden knife, and sighed while taking out the equipment: "It's not easy - at the current driving speed, I will arrive at the shelter in two hours, but I don't know the street in the center of the city. How's the density of zombies? I'll go up and shoot a round with the vehicle-mounted machine gun along the way, you guys hurry up and get some sleep... What's the matter, little brother, what are you looking at me for?"

Zhou Rong opened the metal box of gun parts, took out a ruby earring from a tool slot, and fastened it on his right ear.

Simon: "..."

Si Nan sat opposite them, his eyes moved from Zhou Rong's ear to Yan Hao's ear, two identical rubies shone in the dim car.

At that moment, his doubts were resolved, and he felt that he understood something.

"I'm sorry." Sinan said sincerely, got up and patted Yan Hao's shoulder, without turning his head, he got into the front room and sat in the co-pilot.

Yan Hao: "...???"

There was an eerie silence in the back of the car.

However, Sinan was very kind and ignored it, nodded to the driver to disturb him, and immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.