On the nineteenth day when the corpse tide broke out, the night was sunny.
At the end of the battle, the twelve soldiers were either sitting, lying down, still in shock, or out of breath. In the huge back kitchen, there was a mess after the war. The victory did not bring them joy. The unusually silent air was filled with solemnity, and there was a trace of desolation and depression in the last days.
During the extremely tragic battle, they had no time to think. Only now, when the dust settled, did they truly realize that the classmate who had climbed a tree and fought side by side not long ago had become the brain-cracked corpse in front of them.
He was so lively and healthy.
Just like themselves.
No one knows when the infection occurred, and the fear brought about by this silent mutation is far more frightening than the fierce battle with zombies.
For the first time, the feeling of the end is coming so strong and real.
It's not crisis, it's not catastrophe, it's doom - powerlessness, no escape.
"I haven't finished playing yet, twelve to one... I won't be tired at all~~ I have to dance for three days and three nights~~ My mood is so light that I can fly~~ Nima sings this lyrics and I It’s all against my heart! OK, OK, join me~~ NO K, NO K, jump from day to night... "
Fu Xiyuan's singing voice was out of tune for a long time. The distorted notes floated into the night sky, and together with the sound of the wind and the turmoil of the zombies downstairs, they merged into an exotic dance song.
Song Fei sighed, and looked at Zhao He weakly: "Tell him that the battle is over, and there is no need for remote assistance."
Zhao He leaned against the corner, exhausted, he didn't want to move a finger: "Didn't you listen to him singing? He didn't feel tired at all. He could dance for another three days and three nights."
Song Fei black line.
Feng Qibai at the bottom of the window raised his head, and kindly shouted to the top: "It's over—"
The singing upstairs stopped quickly, and after a while, Huang Mo asked, "Is everything safe—"
Feng Qibai: "Safe, how are you doing?"
Huang Mo: "I'm fine."
Ask two, answer one, Feng Qibai frowned: "Where is Fu Xiyuan—"
Huang Mo: "Singing lack of oxygen."
The sudden stop of the singing and the loud Q&A upstairs and downstairs caused the zombies to slap the windows again. The friends finished the conversation and kept silent. About ten minutes later, the window gradually became quiet. Feng Qibai secretly opened the gap in the blinds, and most of the zombies had left.
"All gone?" Zhao He, who was farthest away, asked.
"Not yet, but it's almost there." Feng Qibai turned around and sat down on the ground again, obviously full of emotion in his heart, but when he really waited to say it, all he could do was sigh, "This fight, alas."
Suddenly there was a throbbing pain in the ankle, Qiao Siqi subconsciously rubbed it with his hands, and Song Fei caught it with sharp eyes.
"Twisted?"
Qiao Siqi said nothing, just nodded his head lightly. In fact, I sprained it when I was tripped by Yu Zicheng, it wasn't serious, and it didn't affect me when I was fighting, but when I calmed down like this, the pain of twisting with a little sore tendon was clear up.
"Because he tripped me." Zhou Lv said lightly, although he still cared, but he didn't have the strong indignation before.
"It doesn't matter." Josh shrugged.
The dead are gone, good and bad are not important anymore.
Just in case, after Li Jingyu knocked down the zombie, Wang Qingyuan came over and stabbed him in the head again. Sitting on the floor after patching, facing the corpse, you can see the whole body of the corpse as soon as you lower your head.
In fact, he did keep his head down all the time, and his sharp gaze behind the lens did not let go of the corpse.
Still not working.
Sighing helplessly, Wang Qingyuan finally gave up, raised his head and summoned Qi Yan, "There is a specialization in surgery, and you have to do it."
Qi Yan understood, got up and went to Zhao He to retrieve the gloves, and walked to the corpse while wearing them.
Wang Qingyuan stepped away knowingly.
The place where Li Jingyu smashed the pot belonged to the surrounding area of the floor, which is the living area of the squad. Later, just in case, Qi Yan grabbed the shoulders of the corpse and dragged it to the other end of the back kitchen, which is when he first broke into the cafeteria. An open space to develop muscles to study the metabolism of zombies.
Over there, Qi Yan took off the corpse's clothes and washed away the blood with clean water.
Amidst the rushing sound, bloody water flowed to the floor drain.
Here Wang Qingyuan picked up the mop, soaked it, and wiped the blood on the ground little by little.
The rest of you look at me, I look at you, and always feel that you should do something, so those who pick up the pot pick up the pot, tidy up, tidy up the courier and pick up the loot. In the end, when I was tidying up, I found that the woven bag full of warm clothes that Yu Zisheng was carrying was still outside the window.
It was the first time when Yu Zisheng ran here and waited to enter the window. When he was too late to enter, he ran away, tripped Qiao Siqi, ran back and entered the house, and the bag was forgotten outside. Later Song Fei, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan didn't pay attention when they came back, so they completely forgot about it.
Fortunately, the zombies outside had left only two or three kittens. Zhao He went to the other end of the window to attract them, and Song Fei jumped out to retrieve them easily. At that time, the bag had fallen sideways on the ground and was completely submerged in the dark shadow at the base of the wall. No wonder the three of them didn't find it when they returned.
"Don't sit it back." Seeing that Wu Zhou was about to put the cleaned killing pot back into the stove, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, Li Jingyu and Zhou Lu all stopped it with one voice.
Wu Zhou was a little confused: "Isn't there a dozen big pots and stoves here? If you don't use this, it will be over."
Joskey: "Nonono!"
Zhou Lu: "You put it back in such a good manner, one day or two, we can remember, three days and five days?"
Lin Dilei: "It is likely that we let our guard down at some point, and then used it by mistake."
Wu Zhou: "So what, the bottom of the pot is dirty, not the inside of the pot, so it won't be infected."
Qiao Siqi, Zhou Lu, and Lin Dilei: "I'm in conflict with each other, so..."
Li Jingyu: "Please put down my weapon."
Zhao He, who had just returned from assisting Song Fei, was met with a big bear hug from classmate Wu. The other party's affection was so sincere that he couldn't breathe in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Zhao He raised his heart.
Wu Zhou thought of four-on-one, and felt infinitely sad and wronged: "My brother was bullied..."
Zhao He's face darkened immediately: "Who?"
Wu Zhou didn't let go of a single name: "Josie Qi, Zhou Lu, Lin Dilei, Li...whatever it is, it's the one who smashed the pot anyway!"
"Oh..." Zhao He patted the heads of his comrades who were not much shorter than himself, and his tone softened, "We don't have the same knowledge as them."
Wu Zhou pushed the opponent away, and raised his face with black lines: "Isn't the rule of our department that whenever someone is bullied, don't ask whether he is right or wrong, first form a group and beat the opponent first!"
Zhao He looked at the sky and the ground, but he didn't look at Wu Zhou: "Strictly speaking, the two of us are actually not in the same department..."
Wu Zhou finally understood, and couldn't despise the other party more: "Zhao Quanneng, who was fearless before, is dead!"
Zhao He sighed: "Zhao Quanneng didn't die, but Zhao Quanneng only managed to not be afraid of the sky and the earth, and he just went against the sky. Haven't you seen their strength?"
Wu Zhou: "..."
Zhao He: "Don't say anything else, just talk about spraying toilet water in winter, can a normal person think of it?"
Wu Zhou: "..."
Zhao He: "There are also face shields and goggles. Besides psychopaths, who the hell buys them at school and returns ten sets?"
Wu Zhou: "..."
Zhao He: "I saw the suitcase just now, and I dragged the suitcase to escape. What kind of psychological quality is this, watching life and death with a smile, and treating the end of the day as a vacation."
Wu Zhou: "..."
Zhao He: "Let's talk about singing..."
Wu Zhou: "I'm going to help clean the floor right now!"
When the back kitchen was almost cleaned up, Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan also had results. Yu Zisheng's body was washed clean, with clear wounds everywhere. Basically all the scars can be found corresponding to the source, such as the cut on the inside of the finger when the gun was snatched, the stab wound on the arm, etc. Because the head was smashed in a mess, it is not easy to distinguish, but based on the battle memories, I can roughly remember that before being smashed by Li Jingyu, only the corner of the mouth was injured by Qiao Siqi, and the cheek was stabbed when he was pressed into the sink.
Of all these, only the one hit by Joskey was injured before the mutation.
"I'm sure, I don't have any zombie's saliva on my hands." Qiao Siqi, as the student in Class 1 who cherishes life the most, not to mention the fatal things like saliva, even touching a zombie's clothes will make him jump with fear and feel deeply. Remember, "It bit my arm, but it certainly didn't touch my hand, and I didn't touch the bitten place with my hand."
The friends sitting in a circle looked at Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan suspiciously, waiting for the explanation of the two researchers.
Wang Qingyuan observed and studied the whole process, and occasionally helped, but it was only for assistance, so he didn't express any opinions, just waiting for Qi Yan.
"That's the only possibility left." The latter pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes, "There is a small wound on the back of its right hand. If this is the source of infection, then it should be when he beat the zombie with his fist, no He was careful to hit the tooth. But because the scraped wound was too small, he didn't notice it."
"So he can still be so flexible after being infected, is it because he was bitten shallowly?" Thinking of the previous battle, Song Fei still had lingering fears.
"Not necessarily," Luo Geng thought for a while, and said, "It's still related to the basic ability of the body. I remember the one who climbed into my dormitory before, didn't it just because he practiced dancing before, he was still soft and flexible after the mutation. He is a sportsman. , the physique is much stronger than ours, and it is not surprising that he is stronger than us after the mutation."
"But he will dodge, he will avoid the head when we attack, and he will only pick out small mines and Li Jingyu to attack. Is this also related to physical fitness?"
"That..." Li Jingyu interrupted Song Fei a little bit, "I am the weakest in our class, to be precise, I have to be ranked behind the small mine, so there is no need to keep emphasizing it."
Qiao Siqi 囧: "It seems that you helped to emphasize it."
Zhou Lv sighed: "And the emphasis is very careful and comprehensive."
Wang Qingyuan happened to be sitting next to Li Jingyu, patted his shoulder comfortingly, just about to turn his head to join the discussion between Luo Geng and Song Fei, but Qi Yan was one step ahead of him—
"Before, on the way to the delivery point, the zombies in the bushes could not hear the sound, and even ambushed us. To some extent, it is very similar to Yu Zisheng after the mutation."
Wang Qingyuan was stunned, forgot what he wanted to say, and said in disbelief: "You mean the zombies have evolved?"
"We continue to enhance our capabilities in battle to adapt to this new environment. Conversely, the virus is the same. They are also adapting to this new environment and improving their ability to survive." Speaking of this, Qi Yandun After a pause, "But there is one thing I insist on."
Wang Qingyuan: "What?"
Qi Yan: "No matter how much the virus evolves, zombies will not truly possess human intelligence. Whether they are so-called indifferent to music, ambushes, or head protection, they are essentially more like beasts seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. hunting."
Wang Qingyuan looked at him fixedly: "Sometimes, people may not be as cunning as animals, let alone animals have fangs and claws."
The corner of Qi Yan's mouth curled up: "As long as people want to be cunning, there is no species in this world that can destroy us."
There were subtle ripplings in the hearts of the little friends. It was obviously not a good word, but somehow they felt excited!
Classmate Song's heart was pounding on the shore. After breaking up, he still thought that his ex-boyfriend was handsome.
Every time there is a new situation, the friends in Class 1 will sit down and hold a seminar like this, which has become a habit. But it was the first time for students from Class 2 to participate. The serious, lively, united and tense meeting atmosphere impressed them deeply and benefited a lot. He Zhiwen even asked Class 1 to borrow a pen and half a piece of paper—the friends only brought them from the supermarket. A small notebook, tearing one sheet is less, so it is more economical whether it is for personal use or borrowing - I have memorized some key points, and I am going to go back to Huang Mo and Fu Xiyuan for popular science.
It was late at night, and as the temperature dropped, there were no more zombies outside the window.
The four students in class 2 took the courier point spoils they shared, followed the rope handed down by the class, and returned safely.
The eight friends in class 1 shook off a piece of warm clothing, made the bed, made the bed, washed and washed, but Qi Yan fell on the other end, staring at Yu Zisheng's body in a daze.
I don't know when it started, and the activities related to zombie corpses became Qi Yan's exclusive domain, cleaning and inspecting corpses.
Sighing, Qi Yan walked to the top of the dead body, bent down and resignedly put his hand under the armpit of the dead body, and lifted it up. The corpse, which was supposed to leave only the upper body off the ground, suddenly left the whole body. Qi Yan keenly felt the change in the weight in his hands. When he looked up, he found that Song Fei from the opposite side had come over at some time, and was helping him to lift the corpse's feet.
"Look at me," Song Fei urged, amused by Qi Yan's silly expression, "Let's go."
Qi Yan came back to his senses and hurried towards the window.
Song Fei followed his footsteps and moved little by little.
Vigorous battles may not be impossible to retreat from the whole body, but the moment of rest and breathing is accompanied by death. Yu Zisheng's mutation brought about not only a hard fight to the death, but also dared not to relax for a moment, every minute and every second had to tense up and suffocate.
Qi Yan doesn't know how long they can last, but he hopes that this time can be longer, and longer: "We all have to be good."
Song Fei shook his head, showing his white teeth: "I don't want to, I will."
Qi Yan was stunned, then smiled. His smile was very shallow, but gentle in his eyes.
Song Fei turned his face away, only hated that he was not a referee - this kind of smile definitely forced a foul, he should have smiled for a yellow card warning, and then smiled for a red card!
The two worked together to throw the body out of the window. When the window was closed, they heard Qiao Siqi discussing with Zhou Yili over there—
Qiao Siqi: "Why do I have to seduce zombies every time? Does it mean that the more clothes you wear, the greater the responsibility?"
Zhou Lu: "No."
Qiao Siqi: "The lighter the weight, the greater the responsibility?"
Zhou Lu: "No."
Qiao Siqi: "The faster you run, the greater the responsibility?"
Zhou Yilu: "It's not. Can you not just look at the surface when looking at the problem, we have never been so superficial!"
Qiao Siqi: "What is the reason?"
Zhou Lu: "The greater the wealth, the greater the responsibility."
Joskey: "..."
The friendly discussion has developed into a hug, with indecent gestures of beating and tearing.
Song Fei withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I think he tripped Qiao Siqi."
Qi Yan thought for a while, then said ambiguously, "Maybe."
"That's right," Song Fei smiled wryly, a little embarrassed, "Everyone is gone, so there's no point in pursuing these things."
Qi Yan grabbed Song Fei who wanted to go back.
Song Fei raised his eyebrows in doubt.
Qi Yan said quietly: "Regardless of whether he tripped Qiao Siqi or not, if he didn't run back when Qiao Siqi fell, but chose to save others like you, maybe he might not meet that zombie when he climbed the window again. It may not be possible to return that punch, and it may not be... infected."
Song Fei shook his head slowly: "Even if he does it again, he won't save Qiao Siqi. In the face of danger, he puts himself first, from the dormitory to the supermarket, from the supermarket to the cafeteria, that's how he came here."
"That's why I said if." Qi Yan looked into Song Fei's eyes and sighed softly, "But in this world, there is no if at all."
In the same desperate situation, in order to survive, some people choose to be cruel, while others choose to be conscientious. There is no way to judge which one is more effective, because both can create vitality and both contain danger.
It can only be said that we are always responsible for our own choices.