"Can you hold on?" Chuncao asked without looking back.
After several hours of tense delivery, Dr. Zheng was almost exhausted. Now he was holding a crying baby in his arms and a pregnant woman with a breathless back on his back. The heavy weight seemed to give him endless courage. , affirmed: "Yes!"
Sinan said softly, "Be careful and go upstairs."
Chuncao started, the doctor was in the middle, and Sinan was in the back, taking advantage of the short gap between the zombies from the first floor to the third floor, trying their best to move to the higher floor.
However, even if they did their best, this survival team still had no speed at all. The zombies downstairs were dragging closer and closer, and finally there was a cry at the corner at the end of the corridor, and the zombies were chasing after them!
Sinan: "Fire!"
Chuncao turned back suddenly, aimed, and the two pulled the trigger at the same time.
Dr. Zheng was a civilian in the peaceful era. He was frightened by the hail of bullets that exploded in an instant. In a trance, he only felt that someone was pulling him hard, but in this dark night environment with bullets flying, he couldn't even tell whether it was a human or a zombie. , can only subconsciously protect the child tightly.
"Run! Run, run, run!!" After a few seconds, he finally heard someone roaring in his ear, it was Chuncao: "Stairs! Go upstairs!!"
Dr. Zheng ran forward with his mother on his back, Chuncao and Sinan used high firepower to suppress the zombies, and dragged him to the stairs. However, just as he was about to go upstairs, Chuncao suddenly roared in a different tone: "There are zombies here too! Be careful!"
Si Nan stood in the corridor, pouring bullets at the zombies in the corridor, and glanced at the lower stairs on the left.
I saw that another group of zombies were howling and staggering up under the reflection of the continuous fire from the muzzle!
The situation suddenly turned into a left and right attack, which is simply the point of the back to the extreme. Sinan turned his gun and shot downstairs, forming a back-to-back defensive posture with Chuncao, and without turning his head ordered Dr. Zheng: "Go up! Run upstairs!"
However, Dr. Zheng was carrying one on his back and holding the other. The gunshots were loud in front of him, and bullet casings were flying in the dark. He was not too young. He almost tripped and almost fell downstairs without running two steps.
Wang Wen tried her best to open her eyes.
It was obviously very dark, but with the wild gunfire behind her and a ray of moonlight leaking out of nowhere, she could still see her daughter's face.
The baby was so small, so delicate, her face was flushed, and she was crying.
She laughed and stretched out her hand.
This is my baby's little face.
This is my baby's little hand.
This is my baby's leg, kicking really hard.
Good, she thought. My baby will definitely grow strong, unlike her useless mother, who is dying, and will drag down so many capable and kind people in the world.
Dr. Zheng grabbed the handrail and reluctantly climbed to the last level. Before he could stand firm, he suddenly felt a cold hand and patted his back.
It was actually a bit scary, but at the critical moment he didn't even react, he heard Wang Wen's hoarse and weak voice close to his ear and said two words: "Run quickly."
Immediately afterwards, the weight on his back lightened, and Wang Wen actually struggled.
"Don't—" Dr. Zheng realized something, and suddenly roared, only to see the shadow leaning forward and fell straight from the half-height stair railing!
Chuncao turned back sharply: "Don't!!"
With a bang, Wang Wen fell heavily into the zombie group!
Chun Cao and Doctor Zheng were both stunned by the fresh flesh and blood that blocked the zombies swarming upstairs.
"...Run, run," Sinan's trembling roar sounded: "Don't look, run!"
After a short half-second of solidification, the three of them rolled and climbed, taking advantage of the gap between the zombies vying to eat flesh and blood, and rushed upstairs in one go!
There are ten floors in the dormitory. Dr. Zheng staggered with the child in his arms, and Sinan and Chuncao almost ran with him from left to right, and quickly rushed to the top.
The speed of the zombies was no faster than that of the living. When they reached the top floor, they could hardly hear the rustling footsteps of the zombies. Only the hollow howls sounded from all directions and echoed in the stairwell for a long time.
The top floor may be the dormitory of the former leader of the fertilizer factory, with an iron gate blocking it from the corridor. Sinan opened the lock with a single shot, letting Dr. Zheng and Chuncao get in first, and then quickly moved the stairwell debris to block the iron door as much as possible.
"Si Nan, hurry up! This way!"
Chuncao opened a dormitory in the middle of the corridor, which was a rather large suite with sofas and potted plants. As soon as Dr. Zheng entered, he collapsed and collapsed on the ground with the baby in his arms, unable to even get up.
Sinan locked the door, and Chuncao and the two pushed the sofa, furniture, etc., blocking the door in a mess.
“Wow… wow…”
The baby's cry became more obvious after it was quiet. Before Dr. Zheng could coax her, Chuncao sat on the ground with her buttocks on the ground, and she couldn't hold back her tears: "Why did she jump?"
Sinan sat paralyzed in the corner, gasping for breath, covering his eyes.
"Why do you want to die? She just gave birth to a child, how can she bear it?"
The baby seemed to be infected with the sadness and despair of the adults, and kept stroking and crying. Chuncao hugged the child and hugged her tightly. She was so sad: "We are willing to protect her, why do we want to die? Maybe we can still live, but it's not the time when we have nowhere to go!"
Dr. Zheng covered his face, his shoulders kept shaking, and after a long while he raised his tearful face and sighed: "If zombies come up later, I... let me lure them away, you hurry up and run with the children. You are soldiers, It works better than an ordinary person like me, and the hope of survival is greater... "
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Chuncao retorted fiercely: "You are a doctor, and there are more people who need you, you know?!"
Dr. Zheng said sullenly: "I'm a useless doctor. If I helped her give birth faster, if I ran her back faster, things wouldn't have happened. In the final analysis, it's because I'm useless, I... "
"Don't tell me that, I'm the worst to die," suddenly Sinan said coldly in the corner, "I'm still nothing, just a volunteer."
Dr. Zheng and Chuncao stopped drinking at the same time: "Shut up!"
"So don't say such things until the end, maybe Zhou Rong will come to pick us up later." Sinan sighed and reminded: "Quickly coax the child."
—Will your Captain Zhou really come back, in this situation of corpses
Dr. Zheng's lips moved, but he didn't raise the question, and was immediately attracted by the crying baby.
It is actually a good thing that a premature baby at 32 weeks can cry so powerfully, but zombies retain basic biological instincts and will chase sound and blood. If they continue to cry like this, they will be attracted sooner or later.
A large group of zombies can knock down the iron doors on the ground floor, and how long can the debris in the stairwell and the locked door stop them? Once the Zombie Sounds chase, the three of them plus a child, there is no doubt that they are waiting to die!
Dr. Zheng was in a hurry, took the baby from Chuncao, walked back and forth with her in his arms, and kept whispering: "Good, good, don't cry, go to sleep, go to sleep, good..."
However, the baby didn't drink a mouthful of milk after birth, and the more he coaxed, the more hoarse he cried, and he was almost out of breath. With such a small baby, she couldn't help but cry. Covering her mouth would inevitably suffocate her to death.
"It's coming up," Sinan raised his head with his ears pressed to the floor and whispered.
“Wow wow… wow wow wow…”
The baby's hurried cry became a reminder to everyone. Dr. Zheng and Chuncao looked at each other, and the situation became more and more urgent as the time passed.
"Give it to me," Simon said.
Dr. Zheng subconsciously said, "What are you doing?!"
Sinan pulled off the sheets, tore them into strips, and tied the baby to his chest, tying a knot, opened the window and looked down.
The open space in front of the dormitory building was densely packed with zombies, and it was impossible to see how many there were. In the distance, the entire factory area has become a sea of zombies. There are tens of thousands of them in this battle, and they are still surging to the south.
Sinan turned his head and looked up. The top of the window was a drain pipe, and then there was a protruding roof.
"Too...too dangerous..." Dr. Zheng said in a trembling voice.
Sinan tightened the shoulder strap of the gun, fixed the submachine gun on his shoulder, spit into his palm, and rubbed his hands.
"Stay inside, don't make a sound, Chuncao takes care of the doctor." He simply ordered: "Everyone wait for Zhou Rong to come back and save us."
Then, under the nervous gaze of Chuncao and the doctor, half of his body leaned out of the window, hooked his hand to grab the drain pipe, tried his weight, and did a pull-up.
Dr. Zheng: "Ah!" Then he immediately covered his mouth tightly.
Chuncao sticks out the window, ready to reach out to pick up someone at any time. However, Sinan twisted his waist in the air, bent sideways, hooked onto the roof railing with his excellent flexibility, and then supported his body with one foot. The movement was as beautiful as a gymnast, grabbing the drain pipe on the upper edge of the window to get up!
boom!
His hand also grabbed the roof railing, turned over and jumped up!
In an instant, he and the baby were completely in the air, and the only fulcrum for the two of them was the ankle that hooked into the gap between the railings. Chuncao's heartbeat almost stopped, until Sinan's voice came from above his head: "Complete!" Then he suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't be afraid!" Si Nan stood on the rooftop and shouted, "Close the door, don't make a sound!"
The baby was crying out of breath in his arms, and Sinan didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only rub her belly politely with two fingers, and strode to the skylight, the only way to the top floor and rooftop.
The skylight is covered with wooden boards, and after the wooden boards are lifted, there is a wooden ladder. The workers' dormitory facilities are old, and the cleaners who usually clean the roof use this wooden ladder to go up and down.
Zombies kept pouring into this building, and they were already very close to the floor where they were located. The loud cry of the baby was like a signal for dinner, and more and more zombies rushed upstairs, staggering towards the wooden ladder with their bodies covered in rot and blood.
Sinan picked up the submachine gun, and suddenly remembered something just before pulling the trigger. He tore off the corners of his clothes and rubbed them into two small balls, carefully stuffing them into the baby's ears, and then interrupted the ladder with a single shot.
"Hooho-"
"Hoohoho!"
The group of zombies was smashed by two wooden ladders, let out an unwilling roar, and desperately waved their hands upward.
Sinan slammed the wooden board closed under the stares of the living dead, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the old-fashioned buildings are really backward. He just noticed that there is no safety ladder between the corridors to get to the roof. Otherwise, unless the baby is strangled, everyone will have to finish today.
It was already 4:30 in the morning, the darkest time before dawn, the moon was setting in the west, the stars were hidden, and the earth was like an abyss with a bloody mouth open.
Sinan shivered from the cold, looked at the multi-function military watch, it was minus six degrees.
The baby did not have a thick swaddling swaddling clothes. At this time, his face was blue from the cold, and his cry was much weaker. Holding the child, he found a corner slightly sheltered from the wind and sat down. He tried to tuck his body into a ball, put the baby's tiny body between his chest and abdomen, and wrapped his arms around him, trying his best to use his body temperature to maintain the fragile life in his arms.
At thirty-two weeks, her gastrointestinal, heart and lung functions were not fully developed, and she had experienced so many ups and downs at birth that she really dared not think whether she could survive.
"You have to live," Sinan murmured, "your mother is watching us from the sky."
He glanced at the top of the child's head with soft lanugo and wondered if the girl was hungry, but he didn't dare to ask Dr. Zheng downstairs aloud, for fear that they would attract the zombies as soon as they made a sound. After thinking about it for a while, he didn't have a good idea. It was really hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, so he had to lick his ring finger clean, and Quan treated it as a simple disinfection, and then used it as a pacifier to suck on the baby.
The newborn has a very strong survival instinct, and he really sucked twice, but nothing came out. He felt deceived, "Wow!" He cried even more fiercely.
"Oh, I'll go," Sinan thought, "this little girl is quite picky."
He was heartbroken, bit his index finger, squeezed out blood, and leaned over to feed the baby.
This time there was some warm liquid, and the baby sucked twice with his little mouth moving, and started again: "Wow—" But the cry seemed to be a little smaller, at least not as heart-wrenching as before.
Sinan had no other choice but to continue squeezing blood while praying for the girl's gastrointestinal function. Soon the ring finger could not be squeezed out, so it was replaced by the little finger and the ring finger of the other hand; the baby choked on his fingertips, like sucking the mother's milk, and gradually became quiet, and there was something docile. mean.
Blood is nutritious anyway, and it should be able to withstand hunger for a while, but feeding it all the time will definitely not work. Sinan was afraid that the child would have trouble drinking blood if he didn't drink blood, and that it would be troublesome if the bacteria on his hands caused gastroenteritis. He carefully licked his fingers clean before feeding her, but his mouth was full of gunpowder.
Five thirty in the morning.
The night is slightly lighter, and the sky is slightly dark. Looking down from the top of the building, the mountains and seas of corpses that were crowded and crowded last night were slightly clear, and the devastated factory area showed a hazy outline.
Sinan's consciousness was a little dizzy, he shivered, and put the baby in his arms again.
Will Zhou Rong come back
In fact, he is not very bottomless.
Zhou Rong's motives for coming back are actually untenable, but there are many reasons for not coming back. He must send anti-virus materials and serum to the South China Sea. He must lead the team to protect the safety of the survivors in the two vehicles. He is the commander of the special forces squadron, and he can save more people when he is alive. People with brains really shouldn't come back at this moment.
But he is Zhou Rong.
He was that Zhou Rong who laughed and cursed, was domineering, carried hope in this dark world, and made everyone in the team obey with their lives.
Si Nan let out a long breath, looked up and looked into the distance, his eyes wandering aimlessly in the sea of zombies.
This was the first time he had repeated this action in the past hour, but this time, his eyes suddenly stopped.
At the end of the road in the distance, the bright lights of the snow flashed suddenly, and the roar of the engine went from far to near. The zombies were twisted into the chassis before they could avoid it, and the carrion and broken bones paved a long road, and the rear of the car stretched as far as the eye could see.
The front of the car pointed directly at the isolated island of the fertilizer factory that was completely surrounded by the vast sea of desperation, and then the window was lowered, and a shoulder-mounted mortar was protruding from the dark hole—
boom!
As the shells arrived, the corpses exploded, and countless living dead were torn apart and thrown into the air!
The firelight was like fireworks blooming brilliantly under the night, pushing forward against the overwhelming tide of corpses. Gunfire is filled with gunfire, and the headlights are like a sharp blade from the end of the long night, splitting the sea of death and flesh and blood, smashing through the thorns between heaven and earth, invincible.