Egger did not interrupt Vance's sadness. He knew that indigenous people like Vance would feel more intense pain than himself in this devastating apocalypse.
In the small back kitchen, except for Kim's whooshing sound, the two men fell silent together.
Finally, Iger broke the silence. He said to Vance: "Uncle Vance, do we need to help him lead the dog?"
Vance nodded sympathetically, so Iger pulled out a Western-style chef's knife that he had just collected as his number one self-defense weapon. He held the knife behind his back, with the tip of the knife pointing downward, and stabbed Kim hard at the top of his head.
Go down.
"Fuck!" Egg's headshot was like it was stuck on a rock. Not only was he unable to insert the knife, but because he didn't hold the handle tightly, Egg's palm was stabbed by the unguarded kitchen knife.
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"First of all, your posture when holding the knife is wrong." Vance was also surprised to see Egger acting stupidly. This kid can be shrewd and stupid at times. I wonder if he has a certificate of intelligence.
Vance added angrily to Egg: "Secondly, the human head is the most closely protected part of the human body. How could you think of using a knife to insert a person's Tianling Cap?"
Iger held a snow-white rag and pressed it on his wound, feeling mixed.
Those zombie movies and zombie games, which one doesn't insert a knife into the zombie's brain, mix it into a paste, and then pull it out with force? How can it stop working on its own?
"Boy, watch this. If you want to destroy a person's brain, you must use a blunt instrument of sufficient mass, or this." Vance raised the woodcutting ax in his hand and struck Kim with it.
Egger shuddered involuntarily as he watched from the side. When the ax went down, nearly half of the ax sank into the brain of the infected person.
There are some things that have a completely different impact on the nerves when seen on a screen than in person.
"Wow~" A burst of sour water rushed straight into his throat, and Iger couldn't help opening his mouth to spit it out. As he vomited, he felt heartbroken about the sugar water he had just drank. He had known better not to drink it earlier.
After vomiting three or four times in a row, Iger stopped vomiting. He looked up and saw Vance pulling out the ax from Kim's head. As the ax was pulled out, some red and white blood immediately flowed out of the huge wound on Kim's head.
The semi-solidified objects were interspersed with each other. Seeing this scene, Egger's heart suddenly turned upside down and he vomited a few more times.
Not to mention the bottle of sugar water, even today's breakfast was in vain, and Egg finally stopped vomiting.
Out of the need for research, Egg suppressed the disgust in his heart and observed the pile of red and white things, and suddenly discovered a problem.
"Uncle Vance, his blood doesn't seem to be completely coagulated." Iger said to Vance.
"Yes, that thing is like paint, sticky and thick." Vance rubbed the ax on Kim's clothes a few times to make sure that he had returned it to its original owner and did not take advantage of Kim.
Vance said to Iger: "Hurry up and leave after pretending."
Immediately afterwards, Vance and Egg split up and went out until their hiking bags were full. The two of them, who could no longer squat and walk, bent over and went out carrying heavy hiking bags.
"Ha, ha, ah ha." Iger, who was carrying a large bag of things, gasped. At this time, he lost the ease when he came. The number behind the lung icon in his field of vision was constantly decreasing. Look at this trend, 60
A few physical points were not enough to support him in walking back to the church.
"Uncle Vance." Iger gently touched Vance from behind and said, "I have some bad news. My physical fitness has dropped drastically. I may not be able to walk back to the church in one breath. I have to walk as I go.
Take a rest."
"Then I have to tell you even worse news." Vance said to Egg without looking back, "Several infected people have moved. They just blocked our way back."
"Ah, what should we do?" Egger did not face the difficulty, took out the knife and opened up Wushuang's consciousness.
After observing for a while, Vance gave up on actions that might be effective but might lead to uncertain consequences, such as throwing a stone to lure the infected away. He turned to Egg and said: "Change the road. Let's take another route.
Way back."
It has to be said that the secret to survival is to keep quiet.
Vance's decision to change lines cannot be said to be correct, but it is certainly not wrong. At least after they changed lines, they quietly got to know the community again.
Suddenly a shout rang out like a thunderbolt, shocking the two of them to the point where their scalps exploded.
"Vance, Vance! I'm Elvira Allen, and I'm here!"
The shout was not high-pitched but high-pitched enough to startle the two of them. Vance turned around and saw a red window on the second floor of a small wooden house with green paint and a small garden in front.
The woman was waving to him.
Vance, who knew that ignoring this woman would definitely do something bad, waved his hand at her, and then made a gesture to shut up.
Thank God, Elvira's shout did not alert the infected person.
"Let's go over and take a rest." Vance said to Iger with a shy face. To Vance's expectation, Iger did not object. What Vance didn't know was that Iger's physical fitness value was less than 20.
It was almost 10:00, and he urgently needed a rest.
"Come in, come in!" As soon as Vance and Egg walked to the door, Avella had already opened the door and waved to them quickly.
After the two entered the door, Avella slammed the door again and skillfully inserted the four door locks from top to bottom.
Before Vance and Egg could speak, Avella spoke up: "It smells so good. Do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten for two days."
Iger glanced at Vance. Before Vance could speak, Avila quickly said: "I'm not particularly hungry, and I don't eat much. Besides, I can exchange it with you for anything in this house.
You can take whatever you like."
After Vance glanced at Iger, Iger put down his backpack heavily. After slightly stretching his painful shoulders, he opened his backpack and took out a bag that had become shapeless due to squeezing.
Cream cake, and then handed it to Elvira.
Avella grabbed the cake and quickly stuffed it into her mouth. She took a bite and swallowed it before chewing it. She seemed to be choked. Avella rolled her eyes and ran in.
In the kitchen.
Iger, who was worried about Avella, also followed into the kitchen, and saw Avella picking up a water glass and gurgling water to wash down the cake that was blocking her throat, and then opened her mouth to eat again.
The cake, which was about the size of a fist and harder than a steamed bun after being compressed vigorously, disappeared in a few bites. Avella stuck out her tongue and licked the cream on her hand clean.
"Have you rested enough? Let's go." Vance shouted to Iger.
Iger turned around and was about to leave, when Avella suddenly rushed over and pulled him along.
As soon as Iger turned his head, he saw Avella pulling him pitifully, then looked at Vance and said: "Vance, no matter where you live, take me with you. I don't eat much every day, a little food is enough."
Yes, I will do many things. By the way, women, you need women, I can satisfy you now."
After saying that, Avella let go of Iger and started to take off her clothes.
"Stop, stop, stop quickly." After Vance said three times in a row, only a small pair of briefs was left on Avella's body. Vance turned his head towards Iger,
Egg understood this and quickly turned his head.
To be honest, although Elvira's figure is well maintained, there are still some shortcomings in the appeal of a woman of this age to Iger, who has read countless photos.
Egg turned his head and looked at his attribute bar intently. Now he was more interested in the recovery and recovery speed of his physical energy, and Vance also put aside his tough guy look and looked like a ruthless scumbag.
The male sample is online.
I×, is it a compulsory skill for American men to be ruthless?
