I don't know how long it took, but Hayes woke up from his coma. He coughed hard, and the smell of rust filled his nose and mouth.
He opened his eyes, but there was only darkness, which almost made him feel like he was blind.
Lying on his back, Hayes slowly recalled what had just happened. He seemed to have missed the step and fell. He hit something. It might have been his head without a helmet. But now he was staring above, but there was nothing, only
dark.
There was only darkness in his eyes, and he wasn't even sure if he was going to die.
Death, the Emperor's scythe that has always been with him, Hayes knew that one day it would probably swipe across his neck. Everyone called him Lucky Hayes, but Hashet also often said that luck will always run out.
It's just that he never imagined that his death would come so desperately.
Alone, terrified, lying on his back in the suffocating darkness, his body gradually enveloped in coldness.
How long has it been since you fell off?
Hayes thought so.
One hour?
Or how many hours?
Everyone is looking for him, or they are still fighting and have no time to care.
Unable to find an answer to his question, Hayes turned to look at his surroundings - hoping to see some sign of rescue, but there was nothing: no movement in the darkness, no reason for hope.
His world is still and silent, with nothing to give him hope or even help him find his own direction.
It seemed that he was abandoned alone, abandoned in a dark world without any hope of help or redemption.
For a moment, it seemed to him that he was the last person alive in the entire galaxy.
Then, the thought gave him reason to fear, and he quickly put it out of his mind.
The only good thing is that he has no pain or pain, and his limbs can still move, but they are very heavy. Maybe he is too tired from the long hours of fighting and running.
In fact, he is still very tired now. The tiresome fatigue has made his mind dull and dull, and is always accompanied by fear, loneliness, and isolation.
The worst part was the silence.
He even missed the noisy sounds of battle: the sharp whine of laser guns, the crackle of grenade launches, the roar of explosions, the screams and cries of the wounded and dying.
But now these sounds are gradually fading away. In the past, he would never have thought that a person could get comfort from such sounds.
The noise of the battle was scary, but the silence was even more eerie, and coupled with his loneliness, he carried all his fears alone.
Here, in the darkness, fear became his eternal companion, torturing his heart over and over again.
Suddenly, the boy had a strong desire to cry out, to call for help, to beg for mercy, to scream, to roar, to pray - anything that could break the terrible silence.
But he restrained himself because he heard the sound——
There were very light footsteps and breathing, and they were slowly approaching me.
Hayes's heart immediately rose to his throat, because if the other party was a comrade, he would never approach like this without saying a word. In this place, there was no third possibility, which meant that this could only be it.
enemy!
Hayes held his breath. He guessed that the other party couldn't see clearly either. He probably used his own gasping voice to identify the location.
Sure enough, after he held his breath, the other party's footsteps stopped.
Hayes immediately untied the backpack behind him and slowly turned over to the other side. His laser gun had long been lost, and now his only weapon was the bayonet on his belt.
But before he could touch the bayonet and unlock the sheath, the sound of turning it alerted the other party.
The man immediately rushed towards him with a roar, and Hayes vaguely saw something in the other man's hand, possibly a knife.
He immediately rolled to avoid the blow, then kicked the attacker aside and quickly squatted down.
The opponent reacted quickly and rushed over again. Hayes dodged the second punch and threw a punch, but failed to hit him. At this moment, the opponent's kick hit him without protection.
side ribs.
Hayes groaned, but did not stop but moved forward and punched the man's chest hard, softly.
"Well--"
There was a slight cry of pain, and this time the opponent's weapon hit his shoulder, but what surprised Hayes was that it was not a sharp blade, but an iron rod.
This blow was quite powerful, but fortunately he had armor on him.
Hayes remembered that he still had a lighting rod, so he immediately took it out, folded it and threw it on the ground. Finally, through the faint green light, he could barely see the other person clearly. It was a figure that might be shorter than him, with very long hair.
He covered his face and still held a rusty iron rod in his hand.
"In this case, don't blame me."
Hayes spat, rushed forward to avoid the opponent's blow to his head, and landed his fist on the opponent's abdomen. The thin figure curled up, the air was squeezed out of the lungs, and he let out a tearful sob.
Voice.
But Hayes just wanted to be safe at this time. He pulled the other person's hair, grabbed the other person's weapon-holding wrist while the other person groaned in pain, stuck it in front of the other person's neck, and then pushed the other person hard against the wall.
The man let out a scream, waved his hand blindly, and scratched the side of Hayes's face with his nails. The angry Hayes let go of his hair and slapped him back.
The enemy struggled and twisted as he increased the strength of his arm, his eyes fixed on Hayes's, pleading and anger alternated.
Hayes pressed the other person's throat hard. At this time, he felt nothing, no regret or guilt.
It seemed like the humanity was gone from him.
After a few seconds, he grabbed the iron rod from the opponent's hand, threw it aside, and then let go of the opponent.
He woke up, or he discovered that this was a woman.
Suddenly freed, the woman bent over and gasped, then looked at Hayes with confusion and hatred.
Hayes found the gun he had dropped, which was actually about ten meters away from him. He picked up the weapon and saw that the man was actually running to get the iron rod again, so he walked over and kicked the iron rod away.
"You! Don't think I'm easy to bully! I've killed many enemies!"
Hayes put the gun against the other person's head. The man who kept bending over turned his head, with anger and fear in his tearful eyes, and then slowly straightened up.
But she really didn't dare to move. Hayes took a closer look and saw that the other party was not very old. His clothes were all patched, but they were still clean. During the fight, part of his collar was torn open, revealing some clean skin and hair.
Silhouette of man reverie.
Although Hayes often heard dirty jokes and dirty jokes from his comrades, the only woman who had a deep impression in his memory was Xiao An, but she had always been a tomboy, and in his mind she was similar to a man.
This seemed to be the first woman he had seen up close, other than those medical nuns, in a long time.
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