Chapter 188 The Story of a Real Man (6)

After running around all night, he looked miserable, and Xiaobai also became tired, because when he couldn't see the road clearly at night, he would ask Xiaobai to find the way for him.

He took out his gun and aimed it at the black cat. With a bang, the bullet hit the concrete floor, leaving a crater with green smoke slowly rising from the center of the crater.

The black cat nimbly dodged the gunfire. Its agility was completely different from the previously shot and burned cat. It was much more agile. It jumped onto the abandoned car on the side of the road, jumped between the roofs of the car, and disappeared in a few seconds.

shadow.

Another wave of corpses came in, giving him no time to breathe. He seemed to be pushed away by something, like a sheep being driven back into the circle by a sheepdog. He could only move forward along the gaps left by the wave of corpses. Not like this.

If he does, he will be devoured by those ugly living corpses.

These living corpses must be under control, and seemed to be deliberately leading him here, but he didn't know why.

Is that monster like that woman from many years ago still alive?

Even with the intense bombing of biological and chemical bombs, acid, and so on, did she still survive?

Is she controlling these living corpses?

But why, if you want to kill him, wouldn't it be better to control all the zombies?

Why are you driving him here like a sheep?

He couldn't figure out why, so he could only run and shoot at the living corpses blocking his way.

He ran from sunrise to midday. His physical strength was extremely exhausted, his lips were chapped, his whole body was sweating, and his limbs were sore.

He felt that the surrounding area was very familiar. He had been here before. He saw the traces of tracks and the bombed ruins. This was the place where the army discovered the fungus master and the place where biochemical bombs and acid were dropped. Those ruins were the places where the fungi were discovered.

Bombs dropped by bombers, exploded.

He remembered it very clearly, he was at the scene and witnessed everything.

When he came here, something even weirder happened. The living corpses that came in like a rising tide disappeared like an ebbing tide.

They left in the opposite direction, retreated and moved away.

Because their goal had been achieved, Ji Shou felt his ankle being grasped by a hand as rough as a dead branch.

He looked down and saw a charcoal without moisture. The hand grabbing his ankle was as thin as a dried bamboo pole, so thin that it felt like it would break with just the slightest force.

This thing only has an incomplete upper body. It has the outline of a human, but the area below the ribs no longer exists. There seems to be no trace of moisture on its body.

It was pressed under the collapsed cement wall, in a place where the sun could not shine. It just grabbed Ji Shou's ankle. When it opened its mouth, black cinders fell down. Its mouth looked like a centenarian.

All the same, only a few extremely fragile teeth were left, and even the teeth were burnt black, leaving only dry gums.

It is such a thing that makes people feel that if they step on it, it will make a crunching sound and crush it to pieces.

But its hands were extraordinarily powerful, and it held Ji Shou firmly. Even after Ji Shou shot it in the head and hit its hand with the gun barrel until the bones broke, it still didn't let go.

It bit down, biting through Ji Shou's ankle, biting through the fabric of his pants, and forcefully embedded its teeth into Ji Shou's flesh.

Ji Shou fired wildly at it, breaking it into pieces.

He lifted up his ankle and saw that there were blue and black marks there, and something like sticky black oil had penetrated into his flesh and was squirming there.

He was infected, just so inexplicably.

With his head buzzing, he pulled his feet out from the pile of broken charcoal. In just a few dozen seconds, he felt his body temperature rise and he felt dizzy.

Maybe it's because he's too tired, he's been running all day and night, or maybe he's transforming into a living corpse.

He didn't know what it felt like, but he had seen with his own eyes how infected people died.

During the more than ten days in the army, some unfortunate soldiers were scratched. They would not turn into living corpses immediately. Even if there were obvious wounds on their bodies, it would usually take two to three days for them to completely transform.

Become an irrational monster.

Some doctors tried to amputate the injured arm, but it was useless. The fastest time was that within one minute of being scratched, the injured person cut off his injured arm with a knife, but he still couldn't survive three days.

Death line.

Was it just to infect him by putting so much effort into controlling the zombie tide?

He was still confused as to what the monster that had turned into charcoal many years ago wanted to do. Now it had completely turned into a ball of lifeless charcoal.

He had a bad feeling, so he walked outside with his tired and hot body in his arms.

Xiaobai held the dog leash and led the way. He didn't encounter any living corpses along the way. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and no sound could be heard except the footsteps.

He staggered into an abandoned community and vaguely remembered coming here. It was the community where his lover once lived.

At that time, their relationship had not yet been confirmed, and they were still in the ambiguous period. He came to help her move, and he still remembered where the room was.

He walked into the building and went up to the seventh floor, but the room was locked. The door of one room was open, so he simply walked in.

Looking at the watch on his wrist, he felt as if his head was heavy as if there was a lead ball about to explode.

He used his remaining strength to pack Xiaobai's dog food, drank some water, and swallowed several bottles of expired antibiotics, but there was no improvement.

He used a knife to scrape out the dark, sticky and squirming stuff from the wound, put it into a small glass bottle, and affixed a small skull logo on it.

He took out the account book and wrote a few words on the last page without thinking clearly. Then he began to retching, his vision was blurred, and he was sweating all over.

He didn't know if he could survive it, so he locked himself in the bathroom. But his consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and his heart stopped beating, much faster than those who were scratched.

This is the last moment of life for a human named Ji Shou.

In the darkness, something like a heart was beating, and two consciousnesses were whispering, communicating with incomprehensible waves.

They spent some time recalling everything in this man's memory.

"He is dead." One of them said: "You are not him, we are one. When we ate him, we absorbed his memory. You are just a consciousness born from his memory. You should not

Resist me, he was supposed to be our egg, the dog that followed him was supposed to be our first meal, he was the only quality gestation body."

"Am I just a memory?"

"You are just a memory. You are not him. He is dead. You should accept me."

"But I don't want to do that."

"Why don't you want to? We are originally one will."

"I don't know, but I just don't want to."
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