Alice walked gracefully from the northern entrance of the town to the south along the only main street in the town. She was surrounded by sharp cones condensed from ice elements. There are hundreds of these sharp cones, and every time one is shot, new members will be formed to complement the number of ice cones.
From the moment Alice stepped into town, the carnage began. When the first ice pick plunged into the chest of a sleeping man in a shed, panic spread quickly. Residents in the town, old and young, men and women, cannot escape the lock of Alice's breath, and once locked, the ice pick will draw a beautiful trajectory in the air with blue light, and finally no matter whether the target is running or lying down, or lying down Wherever it is, the icicle will correctly hit the chest. Then the ice element inside will release a large amount of cold air, freezing the target into an ice sculpture.
When Alice walked to the end of the street, there were no moving objects, and there were hundreds of ice sculptures standing behind her. They are like works of art from masters, and each ice sculpture perfectly interprets the expressions of human beings in the face of despair.
Are they all dead
Alice suddenly looked at a gas station next to the street. The convenience store in the gas station was quiet, but Alice felt a very faint biological smell inside. That aura is not obvious, and it appears and disappears from time to time. If Alice still uses the ice pick to shoot, Alice is not 100% sure of hitting it.
So she walked towards the convenience store.
"Why do you hide? Death at my hands is a kind of kindness. At least I will let you die for a short time, and the pain will only end in an instant. And if my other companions take action, you will know what It's real hell." Alice's voice was very soft, like the wind whispering.
But her words got into the convenience store, floated across the room, and finally got into old Pete's ears. To the old man, this is undoubtedly the whisper of the devil.
Old Peter lit a cigarette for himself with trembling hands, and then put it to his mouth and smoked a few times. The acrid smoke swirled around in his lungs, which made old Peter feel severe pain in his lungs, but lifted his spirits.
He found a high chair and put it in the direction facing the bedroom door. Old Peter was biting his cigarette, and sat on the delivery chair with a gun in his hand. He held the gun flat against the door, his finger lightly on the trigger, determined to reward whatever came in through the door.
Then, old Peter heard footsteps.
The sound of footsteps is very small, but crisp, like the sound of a woman's high heels hitting the ground.
When the sound came to the door of the bedroom, it suddenly disappeared, and then the door was opened, and a slender figure appeared outside the door. Old Peter pressed the trigger almost the moment he saw this figure, and a bright flame exploded from the gun, and the bullets had already shot towards the direction outside the door. Old Peter roared and fired again and again, as if he wanted to stagnate his own fear along with the bullets.
But all of a sudden, his whole body stopped, and old Peter only felt a bone-chilling coldness in his chest. He lowered his head, and saw a sharp ice pick penetrated deeply through the coat, pierced into the mutated tissue, and finally sank into his chest.
The ice cone melted away suddenly, but it released a cold air of minus 20 degrees, which stopped the inactive life functions of old Peter in a moment, making him the last ice sculpture in the town.
Pete Sr. despaired as his bullet hovered in front of a woman before losing consciousness. She was exuding freezing air, and the surface of the bullet was already frozen, so it couldn't hurt her at all.
Good thing Kim is gone. That was old Peter's last thought.
Alice walked up to the old man's body, and she tore off the frozen and cracked jacket, revealing the layer of frozen mutated tissue on Old Peter's body. Alice realized something, "So that's how it is."
In the wilderness, due to the lack of protective measures of drugs, it is easy for ordinary people to grow mutated tissues. This extra layer of muscle tissue greedily absorbs the nutrients and vitality of the host like a parasite, but at the same time, because of the existence of such tissue, ordinary people can move on the surface where radiation is rampant, at the cost of life expectancy compared to the old days Human beings are reduced by one-third, or even nearly half.
But in the new era, what is deadly is not mutant organizations, but poor resources. Humans can evolve to adapt to harsh environments, and although the process of evolution requires a price, they can finally survive. And life is wonderful, because the shortening of life, the relative cycle of breeding offspring is also relatively shortened, so as to achieve the purpose of continuing offspring. However, resources cannot be regenerated in a short period of time, so even if a body adapted to the environment has evolved, countless human beings still die every day due to lack of resources.
Alice and the like couldn't sense the exact breath of old Peter, because the mutated tissue had already occupied 80% of the old man's body area, and the old man's vitality was running low, so Alice couldn't feel it.
Now after killing the last person in this town, it took a while before Alice walked out of the convenience store. She looked at the oil tanks in the gas station, thought for a while and then waved her hands. Strips of blue light were drawn on the ground, creating countless ravines on the surface of the street. After doing all this, Alice threw an ice pick at the oil tank, and the ice pick made a gap in the tank, so the poor-quality gasoline flowed out of the gap like this, and flowed along the ravine on the ground towards other corners of the town extend.
It's just that there is not much gasoline left, and less than one-third of the ground can be declared exhausted. But it was enough for Alice, she turned around and walked out of town, and at the same time threw a high-energy gun that was set to explode with a 5-second delay into the gas station.
When Alice walked out of the town, the gun exploded and waves of fire shot up into the sky, putting the whole town in a sea of flames.
Somewhere in the wilderness, Jin, who had already driven away, suddenly had a heartbeat. The motorcycle suddenly slid to a stop, Jin kicked the ground, he took off his helmet and looked in the direction of the town. In that direction, he felt a strong uneasiness.
Jin gritted his teeth, turned around and turned his horsepower to drive in the direction of the town. So he returned to the town an hour later, only to see ruins still lingering with flames.
The motorcycle was pushed to the ground by Jin, and Jin rushed into the town. The gas station has been turned into ruins, the explosion has lifted the convenience store to the sky, and the once familiar place has been turned into a pile of rubble. King was standing on the pile of stones, shouting old Pete's words. However, no one answered.
Jin yelled, stretching out his palm towards the ruins. He opened his fingers wide at first, and finally clenched them into a fist. All of a sudden, all the stones in Jin's sight exploded into powder. The impact of the explosion extinguished the nearby flames, and only the metal and other organic matter remained in their original state, but were mostly distorted by the shock wave.
In the sand, King finally saw old Pete. But strictly speaking, all King found was the body of old Pete.
Jin hugged the old man's body and wept bitterly. For him, apart from his mother, this small town is considered the closest relationship between Old Peter and him. But this grandpa was already dead, and what Jin couldn't accept was that old Peter didn't die naturally, but was killed by someone.
So did the rest of the town, and it was a massacre.
While crying bitterly, Jin suddenly felt something behind old Peter. He put old Pete on the ground and turned him over again. But he saw that the clothes on the back of old Peter had been torn off, and the back full of mutated tissues was engraved with such a line with a knife: Do you like my gift
Below is a signature.
zero!
Suddenly, Jin stopped crying and became unusually calm. It's just that the clenched fist was clenched "clucking".