"Sinan!"
"Si Xiaonan!"
"Brother Rong is here to pick you up, come out!"
There were shouts echoing on the long dark night street where he could not see his fingers. Zhou Rong put down the loudspeaker he had just dug out from the ruins of the store, and scanned the surroundings through infrared rays. Humanoid objects within a radius of 100 meters quickly gathered by the wind. It's all about ghosts.
Zhou Rong shot a few zombies moving behind him, fired a rope-climbing gun, and quickly climbed up the telephone pole.
The moment he left the ground, zombies swarmed in and stretched out their hands in a dazed way.
Shouting back and forth in the streets can be said to be the most dangerous and inefficient way at the moment. Zhou Rong knew that the best way was to find a safe and concealed hiding place, rest and keep warm, wait for the dawn, and wait for the visual conditions to improve before starting action; but he knew that Sinan couldn't wait.
He couldn't survive the deadly long night alone in the most dangerous hinterland of the city in such a bad state.
Zhou Rong took a breath of icy air, kept awake with the tingling of his lungs, and narrowed his eyes like a beast hunting in the middle of the night: "Potential anti-social personality, schizophrenia, unpredictable movements, do not use any stimulating means to make It restores sanity…”
"Hybrid Omega," he murmured.
His eyes turned to the void. On the afternoon of the first encounter, in the besieged parking lot, a young man who was completely covered by motorcycle jackets and helmets looked up from the street and looked at him from the air.
"Is that you?" Zhou Rong asked in a low voice, as he had secretly done countless times, he raised his hand to squeeze that soft cheek, but what he could reach was the biting cold wind of the winter night.
"Brother Rong is wrong, I don't mean to look down on Omega, and I'm willing to respect your opinion."
"If you'd like to come back..."
"As long as you come back, Brother Rong will wait for you to choose..."
Zhou Rong closed his eyes and only allowed himself to indulge in regret and sadness for a short while. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, forced himself into combat mode again, fired his rope-climbing gun from the top of a telephone pole, and hurried to the next block.
·
Meanwhile, a kilometer away.
a residential house.
The soles of the boots stepped on the broken glass all over the floor, making a slight rattling sound.
At the same time as the movement sounded, the shadows in the corner moved. I saw a rotten gray-black face turned around in the dark, as if smelling the smell of fresh human flesh, and the cloudy eyeballs rolled over.
A figure wrapped in the cold wind and staggered into the house, as if not paying attention to the fatal danger in the corner of the house.
“… woo…”
Most of the rotting chest cavity kept leaking air, the zombie staggered and got up, and the appetite of the hunter quickly soared under the stimulation of Omega's sweet pheromone, he rushed forward and grabbed the person who came, and took a bite!
The taste of flesh and blood instantly filled the rotten mouth, but before the zombie had time to take a second bite, there was a crackling sound from its cervical spine.
The head of the zombie slanted down at a strange angle, and was then picked up by the person with one hand, smashing it heavily on the wall, and half of the wall was splashed with its brains.
Sinan let out an indistinct moan. He vaguely felt the pain in his wrist, but he couldn't see what was going on, so he raised his hand and touched it, as if he had touched wet flesh.
I was bitten by a zombie, and this thought flashed through his subconscious mind.
This is actually very weird, because his whole person is as vain as stepping on the clouds, with halos and spots flashing in front of his eyes constantly, the spiritual world switches back and forth between reality and illusion, and he can't even remember who he is. Can't tell if he's standing, sitting, or if he's passed out.
But he just knew that he was bitten by a zombie.
With a loud thud, he fell to the ground, his back against the damp and dirty wall, his long legs shivering and his chest ripping as he gasped.
Bitten again, he thought.
…
"You were bitten again." Someone said with anger, word by word.
It was a blond, blue-eyed young man in camouflage uniform. He was not too old. He might have looked in his early twenties, but because of his good background, he had a military rank on his shoulders. The corners of his eyebrows were arrogance, disgust and anger. Mixed look.
Sinan was leaning on the electric shock chair. He was wearing a white T-shirt. He had a slender figure typical of juvenile development, and his head was raised casually.
"So, are you going to punish me?" He hadn't cut his hair for a while, but the messy bangs couldn't stop his bright and mocking eyes, and he said indifferently, "Come on."
Probably provoked by this attitude, the man picked up his collar and said angrily: "Do you think this is hurting you? You are a monster! What else can you do except accept experiments and special training! If your father had thrown you into an orphanage, you are now a low-class person working in a convenience store or driving a food delivery!"
Sinan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? In your eyes, the definition of inferior is to deliver food by car? You are really a well-bred young master."
The man opened his mouth to scold something, and Sinan hooked the corner of his mouth maliciously:
"I thought that after the death of my mother, who you call 'dirty and lowly', your father, who was so grief-stricken that he drank all day long, was truly inferior..."
With a crackling sound, the man slapped Sinan over his head, and blood slowly leaked from the corner of his mouth.
"..." The young man gasped, turned around and smiled at him:
"In other words, while you are full of resentment towards your father, and at the same time trying to get his approval, you may not be as good as a lower-class person..."
He thought he would receive another slap, but the man raised his hand, but stopped in mid-air. After five seconds of dead silence, he suddenly shouted angrily: "Electric shock!"
As soon as the voice fell, the blue light lit up, Sinan's body twitched backwards, and his hands and feet couldn't stop convulsing.
The shock ends after a few seconds.
However, Sinan didn't wake up, he kept his posture deep in the back of the chair, motionless for a long time, and even his chest stopped rising and falling.
The man waited for more than ten seconds, and his eyes finally appeared suspicious. He cautiously stepped forward and stopped for a moment before reaching out to press the pulse on the side of his neck. He felt the pulsation under the delicate skin on the fingertips was unusually weak. He tentatively stretched his index finger to the end of the boy's nose, breathing like a gossamer, barely feeling it.
How could this be
"Come here, a few people." He turned on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, gave a brief command, and opened the handcuffs on the boy's wrists.
At this moment, Sinan's pale, slender, lifeless fingers clenched, and the back of his hand burst into blue veins.
When he realized that something was wrong, the man stepped back quickly, but the fierce wind in front of him was as fast as lightning. Sinan grabbed the handrail and stood up sideways, kicking the man over the corner with one foot!
The rumbling sound shook the ground, and the man was caught off guard and exhaled, and his body suddenly sank. He opened his eyes agitatedly, only to see Sinan leaning over in front of him, with one knee against his chest, and ruthlessly picking up the collar of his camouflage shirt.
The boy's pale forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and the aftertaste of the electric shock had not yet completely faded away; however, the pain made him coated with a blazing gleam of dazzling light, which was unknowable and tyrannical, even making people unable to look away.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked with a smile.
The man choked in one breath, his strong anger turned into anger, and another emotion that was suddenly surging and difficult to tell, forcing him to be speechless on the spot.
"You're afraid of my monster, but you want to have the power of a monster—"
When Sinan laughed, a small white tooth appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was actually very playful and attractive on such a beautiful young face as him.
But if you look into his eyes, you will only feel the horror of Senhan in your heart, as if you saw a demon who was awakening screaming from the abyss of hell.
"Stupid without knowing it, greedy without knowing it." The boy leaned into his ear and said softly, "All of you will pay the price."
The door of the laboratory behind him was smashed open, and the guards rushed in, pulling the boy away, and someone stepped forward to carefully help the man up from the ground.
Someone was yelling, someone was roaring, but Sinan couldn't hear anything. He didn't even look at the man's indescribable gaze that fell on him across the crowd. When he turned around, he had forgotten whether he had been punished more severely that day, and only remembered the twisted pleasure in his heart.
All of you will pay the price.
And I don't care about anything.
Because fate brings everything to the grave, and I have nothing left, so don't care about anything.
·
six in the morning.
The night spiraled upward from the earth, and at the end of the sky, an endless gray-blue appeared, like patches of faded black cloth after washing, gradually expanding in sight.
Holding a gun in one hand, Zhou Rong hid behind the transformer box in the alley, licked the back of his hand that was scratched from the fall from the second floor, and let out a sigh of exhaustion.
On the road not far away, zombies are gradually walking out of the darkness, swaying in groups and roaring.
Another day in the end times.
"Si Xiaonan..." Zhou Rong murmured, panting, "give me more courage, please."
The zombies seemed to have found something, and at the same time turned around and squeezed into the alley. Zhou Rong gritted his teeth, got up from behind the transformer box and pulled the trigger, leading a few zombies to fall in response, but more living dead jumped over similar corpses excitedly and rushed forward.
Zhou Rong took off the road and ran wildly, roaring with almost exhausted strength: "Si-Xiao-Nan!"
·
"Si Xiaonan!"
In the messy rental house, Sinan twitched in a coma, his eyelashes trembling.
The first ray of skylight pierced through the window lattice, reflecting the separated bodies of the zombies, the dry and blackened baby skeletons in the corners of the house, the walls splattered with rotting blood and brains, and under the overturned desk, a still glowing green. Light Electronic Clock.
6:12AM.
The sky light gradually became clear at an extremely slow speed, spreading out into a dark and narrow strip of light on the floor. At the end of the light belt, the bloody teeth marks on Sinan's wrists are slowly drying out, scabbing, turning into purple-black scars and starting to fall off.
After the scab, the new tender skin is exposed, and the pink has not completely faded, and it is quietly bathed in the misty morning light of the new day.
Sinan closed his eyelids tightly, opened them again a few minutes later, and sat up blankly.
"… Is there anyone?" He looked around and said hoarsely.
There was a dead silence in the rental house, and there was no answer.
"Zhou Rong?" he asked in a low voice, "Brother Rong?"
Sinan got up, his brain was a little dizzy, and he walked unsteadily to the window. In the gap between the city buildings, the first rays of light suddenly flashed on the eastern horizon, causing his pupils to shrink unexpectedly.
It was as if lightning had split open his confused mind, and everything that had happened in the past 24 hours flashed back in front of his eyes—the collapsed cement slab at the construction site, Yan Hao who had his wrist broken, Zhou Rong who was hurriedly calling out, the bustling zombies that could not see the end. …
What was finally fixed in my memory was the searchlight strafing back and forth over the city, the helicopter whistling and making a loud noise, breaking through the clouds and flying to the far south.
- They are gone.
They went to the South China Sea.
The moment he realized this fact, Sinan's whole body's blood became cold, and his lungs seemed to form frost in an instant.
"You..." He immediately became anxious, and tried his best to look out the window, trying to search for the helicopter from the dim sky at dawn: "You..."
You didn't wait for me.
-Why don't you wait for me
Sinan swayed back, sat down on the floor and hugged his head. Strong remorse is like a poisonous snake biting the heart, and the internal organs are soaked with venom, and the pain is unspeakable.
I screwed up, he thought nervously, and I screwed everything up again.
Yan Hao was injured by me, maybe Zhou Rong too. I led my teammates to the center of the city filled with the living dead, wounded them, and left them behind in a motorcycle!
How did I run away? !
Are they safe and where are they? Did Zhou Rong try to find me, will they come back
Countless questions pulled his heart into hell, and Sinan held his breath.
I was wrong, I'm still here, come back to me... He shuddered, his fingers scratched unconsciously on the floor, leaving countless pale white traces.
I was wrong, come back to me...
The rays of the sun crossed the high windowsill and spilled into the small rental house. Sinan closed his eyes painfully in the light.
He was willing to pay anything to go back to twelve hours ago, grab himself as he drove away in a frenzy, and slap him hard. Or he would prefer to go back to the unsuspecting Yan Hao and Zhou Rong on the construction site, snap and twist his hands, and stop all irreversible consequences before they happen.
But now he can't do anything.
He has no weapons, no food, no means of transportation, and stands alone in the center of the city where the zombies are dense.
Isolated.
He has never been so clearly aware as now that after finally re-establishing a little connection with this world, he actually cut them off with his own hands and fell back into the abyss of loneliness and darkness.
6:30AM in the morning.
Intense hunger awakened Sinan, he opened his eyes blankly, the corners of his eyes were moist and red.
The city was already bright, and the heavy footsteps and whimpering of zombies sounded one after another on the streets.
- must get out of here.
Sinan stood up, Venus staring straight in front of him. The result of a night's sleep on the cold floor of a winter night was a fever, and he could feel his forehead burning himself, and his steps were sluggish, each step was like stepping on a cotton field; but he knew that he must not fall down now.
Zhou Rong had parked the armored vehicle at the suburban heliport. If he rushes now, he should still have time to go to the South China Sea.
"I'm sorry..." Sinan whispered, paused and then said to himself, "Wait for me."
He pushed open the door, shivered, and stepped out of the rental house.
·
Bang bang bang!
Zhou Rong couldn't remember how many times he pulled the trigger, used the heavy firepower of the assault step to barely hinder the advance speed of the zombie group, and then took advantage of the gap to jump up the wall or tree trunk, relying on the mid-air route to gain a chance of survival.
Fortunately, fate has always favored him, and never once did he really fall into a desperate situation, and even gave him an unimaginable gift when the sky was bright: a few found in the corner of the shattered window of the store. , has been hard and yellow, but still enough for the small bread.
"Thank you for the great invention of mankind - preservatives," Zhou Rong laughed at himself, squatted on the wall and took a few bites to solve the two breads, and carefully wrapped the remaining two into his arms: "Comrade Si Xiaonan, brother warns you. , I'm really going to spank you if you're picky eaters..."
He stood up with the trunk of the tree, no longer looking at the claws of zombies dancing in groups a few centimeters below his feet, he jumped up the roof along the wall, and walked quickly to the street.
If Sinan can regain his sanity, there is a high possibility that he will leave the city center during the day and go to the airport expressway where they separated before - even if he is disappointed with the 118 squad that left him behind, he should find a way to search on the armored vehicle. The remaining supplies, or pry a helicopter to fly to the South China Sea.
But now, he should still be in the city.
Zhou Rongkui inspected the surrounding environment, his eyes fixed on the roof of an office building not far away, and he considered the feasibility of lighting up the signal cigarette after collecting fuel. After a while, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
"Not much, just one hit," Zhou Rong thought about Sinan's buttocks, and thought with itchy teeth, "Twice at most."
This imagination gave him endless motivation. Zhou Rong jumped, climbed from the roof to the branches on the sidewalk, then jumped off the ground, and ran away before the zombies on the road could react.
·
Whoa!
Simon lifted the overturned shelf on the ground, and was disappointed to find that there was nothing to eat except garbage and sundries.
When the apocalypse came, the city was looted by the refugees, and then the survivors stranded in the city center searched again and again, not to mention the vacuum-packed food and cans, even the chewing gum, small snacks, and seasonings. Not a single crumb remains.
Sinan picked up his chair, knocked over a zombie that was sneaking up behind him, and stood up dizzy.
Hunger devoured all his senses, and he felt almost nothing but intense, hollowing out hunger.
If only there was something to eat... he thought groggyly.
Just give me something to eat...
Suddenly his ears moved, and he heard the sound of wheels running over the ground on the road not far away - someone!
How could anyone? Survivors or Search and Rescue Force? Or... Squad 118 came back to find him? !
As if being shot by a dose of cardiac injection into the blood vessel in an instant, Sinan woke up, ran out of the alley like a fly, and rushed into the street like a sharp arrow, only to catch a glimpse of a blue and white car going away.
"Hey! Hey!" Sinan roared desperately: "Zhou Rong!!"
However, the car did not stop, turned at the end of the road, and drove into the next block.
Without even thinking about it, Sinan chased after him. He may have never run so fast in his life, not even when he was chased by zombies in the B military base. Before the hordes of zombies could touch the corner of his clothes, they were swept by him like a hurricane, far away. behind.
"Zhou Rong!!" He shouted hoarsely.
"Zhou Rong!"
After turning around a few blocks, Sinan stopped at the intersection, panting and looking around.
Hospitals, schools, traffic boxes, street gardens... Zombies shuffled around in twos and threes, limping around, making dull roars.
What about people
What about Zhou Rong? …
Sinan's eyes fell into despair every inch, and then suddenly froze as if he had glimpsed a life-saving straw—
Not far ahead, behind a certain machine at the gas station, a large SUV was showing a small half of its blue-and-white-painted trunk.
Sinan took two steps forward uncontrollably, and then stopped again. Through the gap of the gas tanker, he saw that the door of the car was pushed open, and the tall and tall driver with a hood got out of the car and went to the trunk, dug out a few packets of compressed biscuits and water, and got back into the cab.
Sinan's high fever chaotic brain was like pouring a handful of ice and snow in an instant - that's not Zhou Rong.
who is it? Is it dangerous? Are there any weapons? Is it Alpha
Once the heat subsided, Sinan's well-trained nerves habitually tensed up: rationally reminded him to hide his figure immediately, keep tracking, and observe the movement for follow-up; but the extreme hunger made him very hesitant and wanted to Go up and beg... or steal some food.
He has never been so hungry.
Sinan swallowed a small mouth.