The violent explosion shattered the tranquility of the night.
After waiting in trepidation for a whole day, the man feebly opened the door panel, his eyes numbly imagining the outside world.
A sudden shock.
what happened?
Is that the rescue team here?
Looking back at his wife who was also excited, he listened carefully to the sound of the explosion getting closer and felt his hands trembling.
Weakness, lack of water, despair.
If the delay continues, the three of them will starve to death here.
If it weren't for the radio broadcasts every day about how many trapped survivors they had rescued, the man would even have the urge to commit suicide.
However, just when he vaguely heard the soldiers' shouts, a harsh hissing sound mixed with heart-rending roars sounded:
"retreat!!"
"Monster! That monster is not dead yet!"
"boom!!"
"boom!!"
The explosion was deafening, and even the iron frame he was blocking in front of the door shook.
What's going on.
The man hurriedly climbed up from the ground, like a bug in a jar, anxiously leaning his head to look out the window through the gap.
However, nothing could be seen through the sealed windows.
The night was dark, and the firelight in the distance was like sparks lighting up in the dark night, swaying.
He could only hear the sound of engines and gunfire, and he was gradually moving away from here.
They escaped!?
Is it the monster you saw before and it never left!?
"Come back!!"
Collapse, madness.
The man pulled hard at the wooden board nailed to the window, unable to maintain his rationality any longer.
"Come back!!"
"Help us we're in there!!"
The sound was like crying blood, but the only response he received was the sizzling sound that sounded again on the radio.
"Please survivors near the military area stay in safe indoors and do not go out!!"
"The next round of rescue operations will be in"
"Plop"
Kneeling on the ground, the man hoarse his voice and looked desperately at the sealed iron door.
He knew that he had absolutely no hope.
As long as the monster is still there, no one can save them.
The seventh day, morning.
The weak cry of Gossamer and the vibration outside the door sounded again.
Like a mummy, the man lying on his back struggled to get up from the ground.
The hunger and lack of water in his belly caused him to have many hallucinations.
He seemed to hear someone shouting and saw his dead friend waving to him.
But, that's just an illusion.
After trying his best to distinguish between reality and illusion, the man returned to reality.
Looking back at her, he actually saw a glimmer of desire in his wife's eyes.
That's hunger.
When a person is hungry and crazy, he will gradually lose his mind.
what do I do
Emotional breakdown.
Deep despair permeated my heart.
At this moment, Chu An, who had been watching from a third perspective and unable to take any action, suddenly felt that his will was violently thrust into the man's mind.
Lost his mind briefly, and then a moment later.
A strong desire to die and fear turned into low murmurs and penetrated into the ears of "two people".
"Is it starting to get stronger again?"
Talking to himself silently.
Chu An silently felt the tide of fear and despair that was constantly coming from the man's mind, and remained indifferent.
If it were anyone else, no matter how determined they were, they would forget their own identity and fall into the man's emotions at this time.
"Triple Illusion, Thought Invasion"
Silently analyzing the effect of the meme, Chu An calmly looked at "his" hand and tremblingly touched the gun on the announcer's desk.
It was the man's hand, and it was his hand.
The repeated broadcast seemed to forcibly knead the minds of the two people into one, making his mind merge with this desperate human being, making it impossible to tell the difference between you and me.
There are no forced interference actions.
Chu An just watched silently as he raised his gun and slowly turned around to face the desperate woman.
He knew what was going on in the man's mind at this moment, and he also knew what this unknown meme was planning to do.
Hope, despair, hope in despair.
The broadcasts from the outside world were like glimmers of despair, giving hope to the survivors inside the radio station.
But not long ago, it was broken again.
No food, no water, no hope.
At this moment, the couple is on the verge of collapse, especially the man.
He was afraid that he would not be able to control his beast-like instincts, and he could not watch his wife and children starve to death in this coffin-like radio station.
Suicide?
If you commit suicide by shooting yourself, your death may not be so painful.
There were zombies outside, and he had seen humans die at the mouths of zombies.
He would rather die than face the horror of having his nose bitten off, his flesh bitten off, and his internal organs ripped out alive.
Half a moment.
The man and Chu An shared the same perspective, staring intently at the hungry and speechless child in the woman's arms.
Shoot, end all this pain.
Reason and despair were struggling back and forth in his mind. In the end, the man's arms were shaking, but he couldn't lift the gun.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Is there anyone in there!?"
Just then.
The blocked iron door suddenly heard a violent impact, and it seemed that the zombies outside the door suddenly became restless.
Listening to the noisy questioning, the man remained indifferent.
It's still an illusion.
He remembered clearly that there were zombies outside surrounding the place.
Those rescue teams either died at the hands of monsters, or they took a detour far away.
If someone does come, they will shoot the zombies outside first.
But he didn't hear the gunfire or the sound of the car.
Am I already crazy?
Looking back at the crumbling iron sheet, which was about to be knocked open, the man shuddered.
The sound of impact was like a reminder, like the last straw that crushed him.
Ahhhhh!!
I would rather die by my own hand than be eaten by zombies!
Without hesitation, the man looked at his wife who was equally blank and fired with a crazy expression.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the closed broadcast room, two firelights briefly lit up a few minutes apart.
After killing his wife and children with his own hands, the pain in the man's heart almost tore him apart.
Even Chu An, who was not disturbed by emotions, suddenly felt as if his mind was being bitten by countless poisonous insects, pulling him towards the abyss.
"Bang! Bang!"
Behind the iron door, the man felt the increasing impact force and laughed miserably.
"Wife, children"
"I'm here to accompany you"
"Click-click"
Gunshot, jammed.
The muzzle of the gun inserted into his mouth did not fire the fatal bullet.
His expression froze, the man collapsed completely, and fired wildly, only to find that the bullet was firmly stuck in the barrel of the gun.
Even if you want to die, won’t you let me die!?
The next second.
A huge force suddenly knocked him away.
Subconsciously, I turned around and endured the pain.
Outside the iron door that was knocked open, a ray of bright sunlight came in and shone on the man's face.
The sun is warm.
But after seeing clearly the soldier holding a gun outside the door and maintaining a posture of breaking down the door, the man's heart suddenly became ice-cold.
Someone is here to save me!?
Is it real or an illusion.
In a trance, unwilling to believe it.
The soldier holding the gun took off his gas mask and pulled him up from the ground with a slight doubt:
"Why don't you open the door!? Why don't you come out!?"
"We've been shouting with loudspeakers outside for days!"
The touch was real, and the man who was pulled up shivered in disbelief, trembling all over.
Through the broken iron door, he saw groups of armored vehicles and soldiers walking past the radio station.
Turning around suddenly, he looked back at the radio station that had been playing continuously these days.
I saw that the broadcasting station was in a mess, and there was no trace of electricity anywhere.