In this disaster, the more people you know, the greater the impact on the soul will be. Seeing those familiar people become infected, or killing them, or being killed by them, is very harmful to people.
A huge torture.
What? Do you want to see your ex-girlfriend like this?
Do you miss your ex-boyfriend too?
Well, good luck to you.
Excluding such rare exceptions, most people's minds will gradually collapse in fear, madness and pain.
Seeing Father Locke praying for the dead, Iger was full of admiration for him. Father Locke not only suppressed his own grief, he also became a source of spiritual motivation for others.
Egger couldn't help but think of a line in Little Broken Ball that many people thought was a bit vulgar: "Hope is something as precious as diamonds in this era."
No, in this era, hope is something more precious than diamonds.
The surroundings seemed safe for the time being, and the three of them walked across the lawn to the garage.
The rolling shutter door of the garage was pulled down. Regardless of whether it was locked or not, Vance didn't want to open it. The side door was not locked and only had a simple door catch. After Vance opened the door catch, he kicked the door violently.
Come on, and the door opens with a bang.
This is a very classic method of violently opening a door. In addition to being fast, more importantly, it can prevent someone from hiding behind the door waiting to attack the person who opens the door. If an infected person stands against the door, he will definitely be kicked by this kick.
fly.
Of course, if there happens to be a large group of infected people locked up in the garage, then Vance's kick will be like poking a hornet's nest.
After getting to the bottom of the battle in the morning, Vance was no longer as careful and cautious as he was in the bakery, and his original reckless character was clearly revealed.
"Ah ha, there are indeed a lot of good things." Vance walked to the garage and said with eyes shining as he looked at the various tools hanging on the wall. Then, he took off his backpack and began to select suitable tools.
Put the tools in your backpack.
Egg's first self-defense weapon, a Western-style chef's knife, is still stuck in the obese infected man's body. Out of disappointment with it, Egg didn't take it out and take it away again.
Looking at the tools all over the wall, Egger chose a hand hammer with a flat head on one side and a round head on the other as his second self-defense weapon. This kind of hand hammer is simple and low-key. If used properly in a sneak attack, it can cause great damage to the head.
of destruction.
"Yo ho, look at this thing." Vance turned around cheering and holding a black iron object in one hand.
It turns out that Vance found a crowbar known as one of the three treasures of the running team and known as the Holy Sword of Physics.
After finding the crowbar, Vance didn't waste time on the tool wall. He picked up his backpack, hung the logging ax on his body, and walked excitedly to the red house with the crowbar in hand, ready to try his luck.
"Dong."
Vance pushed the crowbar through the door lock with force, then exerted force, and heard a "click" sound, and the door opened.
Egger was shocked, this was not a crowbar, it was clearly a master key.
Of course, even if Vance used it so easily, if it were Eger, he might have broken the door frame and might not be able to open it.
Vance is very familiar with this kind of door and door lock. As long as it is not an explosion-proof door, ordinary wooden doors are just a decoration in his eyes.
Of course, other Americans also understand this, so the last line of defense for a house is not the thin wooden door, but 9mm, .45, .357, 5.56, 7.62, No. 12, etc., etc.
Next, the search began. Egger stood in the corridor with a gun in hand to prevent something from suddenly bursting out of the room, while Vance and Father Locke separated to check the rooms one by one.
In less than a minute, the investigation was completed. The house was clean and there were no infected people.
Next is a simple quick search. The first places are the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, the refrigerator in the kitchen, the bedside table in the bedroom and under the pillow. The resources corresponding to these three are medicine, food and guns.
A few minutes later, the three of them left the house with a bottle of painkillers and two cans of canned fruit. As for other supplies, they could be cleaned up after it was safe or when needed.
Standing on the lawn outside the house again, Father Locke looked at the time and decided to search along this side to the basketball court today, then turn back from the other side of the street, and finally open the five-shot can.
There's something annoying about spiked metal fences that sit at an awkward height and make it impossible to get over them.
When Iger was about to grab something to cushion him, Vance rushed over and kicked him hard, causing the metal fence to tilt outward. He stepped on the skewed metal fence and kicked harder, making the metal fence tilt at an even wider angle.
Then Vance stepped on the metal fence and climbed over it easily.
Next, Vance did the same thing with the neighbor's wooden fence, saving a lot of distance to get to the second house.
After quickly searching three houses in a row, Egger's backpack was already half full. They came to the last single-family two-story house next to the basketball court. The door was still locked. Vance pried open the door and the three of them entered the house.
Then each checked the room.
After experiencing three consecutive vacant rooms, Iger became a little careless. After he went up the wooden stairs to the second floor, he saw that the door of a room was open. He walked over and turned into the door without thinking.
As soon as Egger turned around, he came to a sudden stop. Instantly, the hairs on his hair stood on end, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.
This is a bedroom with a glass door and an open-air balcony, but now the glass door is blocked by the drawn curtains. The outdoor light shines in through the slender gap between the two curtains, and it just falls on the body that is leaning over on the ground.
On the face of the dead body on the ground.
The dead body looked like that of a young man. There was a large black stain on his back. Behind him, there was a long line of spurting blood mixed with minced meat.
There was a big bed less than one meter in front of the dead body. Sitting on the big bed was a shriveled old man wearing pajamas and smoking a cigar. He had a double-barreled shotgun on his arched feet, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Egg at the door.
Egg wanted to exit the door, but it was too late. Now he would turn around and run away faster than a bullet.
"Hello, I don't mean any harm." Iger tried his best to smile at the old man and said, "I am from the Gospel Search and Rescue Team, and I am carrying out rescue operations for survivors under the leadership of Father Locke."
After hearing Egger's words, the old man removed his hand from the gun butt and trigger. He tremblingly picked up a box of matches beside the bed and gestured to Egger: "Child, come here and light a cigarette for me."
Iger put down his raised heart and throat. He slowed down his pace and walked up to the old man in a harmless manner.
At this time, Egger discovered that a lot of unlit matches had been thrown on the old man's bed. Although he could still pull the trigger of the shotgun, for a small job like striking matches that required speed and accuracy, the old man tried to
Tried many times without success.
It was difficult to light a cigar, and because the old man had insufficient lung capacity, it was difficult to burn the cigarette butt. It took Egger two matches to light the cigar.
"Huh." The old man exhaled a burst of smelly smoke from his mouth happily, and said to Egg with satisfaction: "Thank you, little guy, you have helped me a lot."
At this moment, Father Locke and Vance, who heard the noise downstairs, also came to the door. When they saw the two of them, the old man laughed happily. He let go and the cigar fell from his mouth to the quilt.
, he quickly picked it up and held it in his mouth.
"Locke! Little Vance! You are not dead yet!" the old man shouted loudly to the two of them, "Come here and let me take a look."
"Hi, Uncle Heller." Vance glanced down at the dead body on the ground, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened, "I didn't expect that this old guy like you actually escaped the blood plague."
"Haha, haha!" Heller laughed loudly and proudly. He coughed and said while laughing: "Maybe it's other viruses, bacteria, cancer cells, etc. in my body that have already divided my body.
"
When Father Locke walked to Heller's bedside, he reached out and took away the cigar from Heller's mouth.
Heller didn't pay much attention to it. He had hidden this thing for several years. After lighting it up today, he found that the actual experience was not as good as expected.
Heller looked up at Locke and said calmly: "Locke, can you say your last prayers for me? I'm going to die."
