"No one will help you, no one will save you, and the world will despise you."
"You are a natural monster."
…
Carrion, poisonous insects, waving dead branches, ferocious sharp teeth... The living dead are everywhere, covering the endless nightmare. Xiao Sinan turned back in panic. In the distance in his dream, only the cross stood tall, the church collapsed silently in the black fire, and the priest's voice resounded in the sky: "The eternal warrior, the future of the dark age..."
"Rise from the grave to eternal life."
The child's amber pupils contracted subconsciously, he wanted to run but there was nowhere to hide, all consciousness was covered by a familiar and cold voice: "Virtual scene E7364.1.0, establish a stress mechanism, the killing speed is less than 2/1s, that is to confirm Fail, suffer an electric shock."
"Timing begins."
Yan Hao roared in despair: "—Sinan!"
Before he finished speaking, Sinan kicked him backwards, kicked him out of the chest, and slammed his back against the wall!
The violent collision caused Yan Hao's body to rebound, and he was caught off guard to prevent the spray of blood. The next moment his throat was locked by his fingers, Juli pushed him back to the wall, and then lifted him up uncontrollably.
"..." Yan Hao's eyes were wide open, struggling to no avail, he felt that his toes had left the ground: "Si... Nan..." He squeezed out two words between his teeth.
Simon was indifferent. He was like a cold and fierce fighting machine, without thinking or humanity, the hand that locked Yan Hao's throat was like steel, motionless.
But his eyes were half closed, his eyelashes obscured all his expressions, and he couldn't even see the focal length of his sight.
Yan Hao's complexion turned red sharply, then turned blue, and the hand that was not dislocated shivered and grabbed Sinan's wrist. But in the case of the rapid lack of oxygen, all his struggles turned into a man's arm, and he couldn't even let Sinan's fingers relax even a little bit.
...why... he thought bitterly.
Wake up... please, Simon, wake up...
His inner begging was doomed to be in vain.
Yan Hao heard the overwhelmed creaking sound of his throat, his vision was blurry and black, and he couldn't even feel the pain of dislocating his wrist; a second before he fell into the abyss, he saw Sinan raise his hand, his fingers sharp as the tip of a knife , digging into his eyeballs.
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who I am
How was I born
There are billions and billions of creatures that are uncountable, life, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, time converges into history and washes every rock on the earth, how can there be a "me"
"What did you turn me into? What did you turn him into?!"
The sixteen-year-old boy stood in the wasteland, pointed to the iron-gray stone monument covered with moss behind him, and his roar resounded through the cemetery: "Have you asked us what we think? Do you know that this is not what he wants at all? Why? Forcibly keep the person who has left, let him go! Let the deceased go!"
The woman's expensive black dress was spread out on the mud floor, crying uncontrollably.
"You turned us all into monsters, without time or life and death, you turned the people you love into monsters..."
The teenager staggered back, he looked at the woman, and tears finally fell from the bottom of his eyes on his pale cheeks: "Dad is not sick, he... he is dead... "
"...he's no more."
The first lightning bolt finally lit up over the manor, and thunder roared across the sky.
The boy ran up the steps, rushed into the hall, and pushed open the heavy mahogany door at the end of the corridor.
The wind passed through the hall, and the burning candle fell into the silver plate with a snap, and the boy stopped, with a pair of dangling feet reflected in his eyes.
His eyes slowly moved upwards, and he looked at the woman with disheveled hair for a long time, and finally fell to the ground a little bit.
"Noah," came the voice from the other end of the hallway.
The hand-woven carpet crumbled into pieces under his trembling fingertips, and after an unknown amount of time, the boy stood up and staggered across the corridor, not even looking away from the man when he passed by.
"Noah!" The man grabbed his hand.
The young man did not break free, and said lightly, "Are you happy?"
All the words of the man were blocked, and he hummed from his nose for a while, his expression slightly twisted: "Yes, of course I am happy, I still remember how you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man broke free from his hand, walked out of the luxurious hall step by step, and walked out of the manor along the particularly green and gloomy path before the rainy season.
The rain formed innumerable lines between the sky and the earth, and the world as far as the eye could see was a vast expanse of white. Every step was muddy and heavy, as if my feet were wrapped in countless inescapable and invisible chains, extending to the endless edge of the nightmare.
dead, all dead.
So why are these chains still around
Obviously there is no connection with this world anymore, but why does hurt, pain and bondage still exist clearly in the bone marrow and cannot be erased no matter what
The panting in the rainstorm was like the wailing of a beast, and the boy's footsteps gradually accelerated to the point that it turned into a frantic and desperate run.
There is no way... he thought.
Just like the countless electric shocks imprinted in the depths of the soul, all fate has determined the final outcome, and there will be no other way than endless killing.
-Snapped!
Yan Hao felt his shackles loosen, and the fresh air rushed into his lungs, causing him to cough violently, and he didn't even realize that he had fallen to the ground. It took several seconds for the Venus in his retina to reluctantly fade, and in a trance he heard Zhou Rong roar, "Be careful!"
Yan Hao rolled on the spot, and the military dagger was inserted into the concrete ground against his body. Just as Sinan was about to pull out the blade, Zhou Rongfei kicked the dagger far away, twisting Sinan to the ground with a close-quarters fight. Countless wooden pillars and slates.
Yan Hao didn't care about the severe pain in his throat, he reset his wrist with a click, picked up the dagger with his intact hand, and inserted it into the jaws of the zombie behind him, directly piercing the head!
The group of zombies on the construction site had already been swept away by Zhou Rong, and only three or five zombies with broken hands and feet were still humming and spinning around in place. Yan Hao stumbled to find his guns, and fired a few bursts to deal with them, only to hear a loud bang behind him, looking back, Sinan pinned Zhou Rong to the concrete wall with his neck stuck!
But Zhou Rong was not Yan Hao. He curled up and bent his knees when his toes were off the ground. He kicked his legs like his chest, and Sinan suddenly fell into a pile of gravel a few meters away!
Zhou Rong strode up, helped Sinan up from the gravel pile, rubbed his chest first, then sat on top of him without saying a word, using the strength of his knees to support his elbows, forcing him to be unable to struggle any more, and died. Forced to pinch at the others: "Si Nan! Wake up, look at me!"
look at me…
Sinan's unfocused eyes moved, staring blankly at Zhou Rong.
"Look at me! What time is it?" Zhou Rong pulled his chin, made him look at his index finger, and then slapped his face hard: "You don't recognize me? I'm Zhou Rong! Brother Rong! Damn it. How dare you not recognize me?!"
Zhou Rong…
Sinan closed his eyes and then opened them, like a mental patient in a frantic dream, with fear and hatred flashing in his eyes.
This is clearly a symptom of the brain's hallucinations after being severely stimulated, and it is impossible to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Zhou Rong's heart sank, and he pinched the back of his neck like a feline subdued, forcing him to look into his eyes from a close distance: "Look at me, Sinan. I'm Zhou Rong, we escaped from T City and the fertilizer together. Chang, Brother Rong has always liked you, and you also like Brother Rong, right?"
"You know Brother Rong will not hurt you and will always protect you. Are you willing to follow me?"
Simon: "..."
Zhou Rong's mellow and domineering voice poured straight into his ears, entering a dream like hypnosis, becoming a distant halo in the world washed away by the rainstorm.
"Zhou Rong..." He whispered nervously, dodging his eyes.
"It's me, look at me." Zhou Rong pulled his beautiful chin again: "It's okay, I'll pick you up, you're safe... Be obedient, baby, look at me."
Sinan's wandering eyes were like a small fish, he was finally caught by Zhou Rong, tightly caged in his palm, and forced to look at himself.
Zhou Rong's deep eyes seemed to contain some invisible power, while Sinan was at a loss. After a while, something violent finally receded from his eyes, and he called softly, his tone full of uncertainty: "… Zhou Rong?"
Zhou Rong leaned over and placed a kiss on his quivering eyelids, then down to kiss his nose, cheeks and lips.
That gentle and warm contact like the sun dispelled the rainstorm, and the memory returned to a certain hot summer, in the lush jungle, with the saltiness of sweat and the fragrance of grass and trees, the teenager stood on tiptoe and kissed the embarrassed special forces chin, A sly light flickered in his eyes.
"... Zhou Rong." Sinan muttered.
Obviously it was just a common name, but Zhou Rong's heart suddenly softened, he couldn't help but hummed, and subconsciously rubbed the tender snow-white soft flesh on the back of his neck.
Simon was silent.
Zhou Rong felt the slightest signs of relaxation in his body, and suddenly a boulder fell to the ground, so he let go of the shackles, winked at Yan Hao and motioned him to push the locomotive, and then casually held the submachine gun, which was about to get out of the way. The gun straps that had slipped from the shoulders were tightened—
Immediately, he stretched out his hand, wanting to hug Sinan horizontally.
But at this moment, Sinan caught a glimpse of the scene where he was holding the submachine gun.
Reality is reflected into the brain through the retina, exaggerated, distorted, magnified, and the chaotic neurons make up another picture: the soldier in full armor, the hound running and barking, the machine gun flashing in the dark as it spits bullets...
run! Run! Someone screamed hysterically in the flames.
Run! The woman screamed desperately behind her.
They're coming for you, run!
"Why are we free, plundered and imprisoned?"
The little boy took his mother's hand, raised his head and asked, "Mom, does God love the world?"
In the halo, the mother lowered her head, the familiar face gradually twisted and deformed, the rotten black spots climbed up her beautiful face, the maggot mud covered her amber eyes, the flesh on her fingers fell off, revealing the white bones, all reflected in the The little boy's terrified eyes.
Run away, Noah.
Don't get caught by anyone, run away.
"Sinan!"
Zhou Rong suddenly got up, but it was too late. Just in the thousandth of a second when he let down his guard, Sinan got up and rushed out like a cannonball, knocking Yan Hao out!
"catch him!"
Yan Hao rolled to his feet, but before he exerted any strength, Sinan sat sideways on the locomotive with one long leg resting on the ground and looked at them panting.
- No, he wasn't actually looking at anyone at all. His eyes went straight through between Zhou Rong and Yan Hao, as if he was staring at something in the void that made him extremely frightened and terrified.
It was a devil buried deep in the ground, and a nightmare that never faded away in this life.
"Come back..." Zhou Rong trembled softly and opened his hands: "Come back, Si Xiaonan, please come back to Brother Rong... Si Nan!!"
The same second that the engine started, Zhou Rong jumped out, his momentum was like an arrow from the string, but it only touched the corner of the back seat of the car, and then the locomotive turned into a flowing flame and roared towards the street!
Woo!
Under the stunned gazes of Zhou Rong and Yan Hao, the locomotive jumped over the guardrail and landed with a bang.
Sinan didn't hesitate any longer, he didn't even turn his head, the locomotive broke through the sky like a meteor, and disappeared on the street corner with a roar!
Zhou Rong chased after two steps, picked up the submachine gun and slammed it to the ground, and slapped himself with his head.
Yan Hao shook his head in panic: "Why, what's going on, this is..."
Zhou Rong's voice was full of irritability and depression: "Come back!"
Yan Hao stopped abruptly, only then did he realize that on the street in the distance, the scattered zombies appeared again at some point, in twos and threes, and slowly approached the construction site.
- They are still on the unobstructed streets, the city core filled with millions of zombies, it is too dangerous.
Yan Hao was grabbing the gun, and suddenly the roar of the propeller above his head approached sharply, and then there was a sudden bombardment of the machine gun, which sent the zombies on the street twitching and flying!
When the two looked up, they saw two large dark green helicopters hovering at a low altitude, the hatch was opened with a bang, and Chuncao threw down the soft ladder: "Come up!"
"Where's Simon? What's going on?" Ding Zheng asked loudly in the gust of wind.
Zhou Rong looked gloomy, shook his head without answering, and said briefly, "Turn on the bright lights and search along the city center, hurry up!"
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The sky darkened sharply, darkness descended, and the most terrifying night of the apocalypse was coming.
How long can a person who lacks cold clothing and food, loses a gun, is delirious and single-handedly survive in a city center with millions of zombies, and can he survive until the next day
The answer is so engraved by the dark clouds in the night, which is heavily pressed on everyone's mind.
Both helicopters turned on their searchlights, and their onboard loudspeakers turned on to the maximum. However, all the calls were like stones being thrown into the stormy sea, and instantly disappeared into the stormy waves of zombies.
The helicopter flew down the streets and over the top of every building at a low altitude, but the miracle did not happen.
The slender and vigorous figure that everyone was familiar with really disappeared without a trace, just like when he came and disappeared suddenly, as if helpless and already doomed.
"Brother Rong..." Ding Shi's voice trembled: "The fuel is limited, we have to fly to the South China Sea, I'm afraid..."
Not enough fuel.
In the focus of everyone's attention, Zhou Rong was sitting behind the bridge. The man's handsome and gloomy profile, from the forehead, the bridge of the nose, and even the taut thin lips and chin, outlines a shockingly sharp outline in the shadow of the back of the searchlight.
"When I left," he said suddenly and without warning:
"I told him, wait for me to pick you up."
- Obviously it was a very calm tone, but Ding Shi was overwhelmed by some terrifying force in those words and did not dare to answer.
"He really waited. When he was on the construction site, he laughed when he saw me and waved at me from a distance."
"But I didn't get to meet him as promised."
"... Brother Rong," Ding Shi choked, "It's not anyone's fault, this..."
"He wanted to come with me. When he stepped on the locomotive, he hesitated and looked at me, maybe he wanted to give me a last chance. It's just that I shouldn't touch the gun. He was so scared at the time that I scared him away. already."
Zhou Rong closed his eyes, except for the roar of the helicopter, the cabin was terrifyingly quiet.
After a while, he took off a shiny silver thing tied to a rope from his neck. Ding Shi recognized it as the chip that downloaded all the virus research materials in the B military area.
Zhou Rong squeezed the chip in his hand, as if he was knocking on the driver's seat unconsciously, and suddenly pointed down: "What's on the roof? Look closer."
Ding Shi didn't react, he controlled the helicopter to lower the height, and the searchlight swept the roof of the building: "No, the target area is about 200 square meters... Brother Rong?!"
Zhou Rong threw the chip on the bridge, unfastened his seat belt, opened the hatch, turned his head in the icy wind and said with a smile, "Wait for us in the South China Sea."
That smile was so unrestrained and unrestrained that Ding Shi suddenly reached out to grab it, but Zhou Rong had already leaped and jumped down in exclamation!
Zhou Rong roared down from a height of eight or nine meters, and landed steadily, pulling out the assault rifle behind him with his backhand. He resolutely left amid the frantic shouts of everyone, and disappeared into the dark night of the city's crisis.