Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 45. Rescued
Tang Ling looked at the strange woman in front of her, shrank back with some fear, and clenched Qiu Yanling's hand.
"Is this your mother?"
The woman looked at the half of the corpse lying beside Tang Ling and asked.
Tang Ling stroked the big hand wrapped in her palm and nodded silently, tears gathering in her eyes again.
A warm touch came from the top of her head. Tang Ling stared blankly at the distressed eyes of the woman in front of her. The other person said in a soft voice: "Do you want to come with me? I will take you to a safe place."
The warm feeling that was as familiar to Qiu Yanling made Tang Ling's tears flow out again. She couldn't help but throw herself into the arms of the woman in front of her, feeling the other person's soft comfort as she gently patted her back.
Ling sobbed and nodded repeatedly, promising to follow the woman and leave.
In difficult times, a little kindness will make people want to get closer.
The woman led Tang Ling downstairs.
The situation downstairs is even worse than upstairs.
Bodies could be seen everywhere, lying in pools of blood. Cars overturned on the flower beds on the roadside, swallowing up a patch of brightly blooming flowers and green grass. Fresh apples were scattered on the ground, covered with filth, gradually rotting and growing.
Smelly.
The place is filled with gunpowder smoke, devastated, smells of gasoline, blood, putrid smell, all kinds of smells are mixed together, blending into a pungent smell that makes people vomit.
The policeman in blue police uniform is currently burying his head in the body of a fallen passerby, struggling to concentrate on eating the food under his mouth. The disappearing humanity has forgotten who he is. The uniform that once protected civilians is now
It is also stained with the blood of civilians.
People still walking on the streets have forgotten their identities.
No matter what the legitimate reasons are for war, it is not allowed.
And this place has become a battlefield between humans and zombies.
"Roar!"
The woman waved her knife and neatly killed the zombie blocking the road in front of her, watching with indifference as its body was cut into two halves.
The woman showed no mercy to these zombies that were approaching one after another, and killed them with a single blow in a ruthless manner.
She's so awesome.
Tang Ling followed the woman, looking at the woman's cruel and ruthless look in surprise, with a hint of fear.
After quickly getting rid of the obstacles around her, the woman no longer lingered at the same place, pulling Tang Ling and running quickly towards a bus parked across the road.
Different from ordinary buses, the powerful car that had been obviously modified allowed the zombies to attack and approach, and the next second it used a chainsaw that appeared out of nowhere to physically cut up the zombies around it.
The overly bloody scene made Tang Ling's legs weak with fear. If it weren't for the woman's support, she might have collapsed on the ground.
The woman almost dragged Tang Ling into the car.
"Hey, Meng Ling, where did you save this little guy again?"
In the driving position, an old man wearing sunglasses and a razor-sharp beard was holding a cigarette in his mouth, shaking his legs, supporting his face with his hands, and said jokingly to the woman who had just gotten into the car.
“An unexpected bonus.”
The woman, Meng Ling, ignored the interest in the uncle's eyes. The lingering smell of cigarette smoke in the carriage made her frown. Meng Ling stared at the uncle fiercely and threatened: "Zhao Qingsong, if you don't do it now,
I stubbed out this cigarette, and you will never see a cigarette again."
"Don't, don't, don't, I'll pinch, I'll pinch."
Zhao Qingsong quickly threw away the cigarette in his mouth and stamped it out on the ground. He smiled flatteringly at Meng Ling. The eyes behind his sunglasses did not show any fear, but were full of pride.
Seeing that Meng Ling stopped paying attention to him, Zhao Qingsong turned his attention to Tang Ling who was looking at him timidly behind her. He moved closer to Tang Ling and moved the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, revealing his cloudy eyes.
Qingsong watched as Tang Ling was frightened by his sudden approach and took a few steps back. He narrowed his eyes and grinned: "Hello, little guy, what's your name? How old are you this year?"
"My name is Tang Ling. I am nine years old."
Tang Ling huddled behind Meng Ling and looked at Zhao Qingsong in front of her with vigilance. She always felt a little uneasy about the kindness that the other party showed towards her.
"Tang Ling... it's a good name."
Zhao Qingsong looked at Tang Ling with interest in his eyes, and the emotion in his eyes was fleeting. He put on his sunglasses again, sat back in his driving seat, stopped talking to her, and said to Meng Ling: "Sit back quickly
When we got our seats, we were already much later than planned."
Meng Ling said no more and led Tang Ling towards the carriage.
Only then did Tang Ling realize that there were many children about her age in the carriage, huddled in the corner and quietly looking at her.
Under so many gazes, Tang Ling was a little scared, and she once again grabbed the corner of Meng Ling's clothes.
"Don't be afraid."
Meng Ling led Tang Ling to a corner and sat down. She touched Tang Ling's head and said softly: "These children are all the same as you. Don't be afraid. Get along well with them, okay?"
After that, Meng Ling didn't care about Tang Ling's reaction, returned to the co-pilot's seat, and said to Zhao Qingsong: "Let's go."
The car was started, and the lights in the car came on, flickering and illuminating everyone's faces.
The children around also stopped looking at Tang Ling. They all sat in their seats, lowered their heads and remained silent. There were wet tears on all their faces, and some had closed their eyes tiredly.
, frowned and fell into sleep.
The earth-shaking changes are enough to make an adult collapse, let alone these half-grown children.
"May I have your name?"
After a while, the little girl sitting next to her looked at Tang Ling and asked in a low voice.
"Tang Ling, what about you?"
Tang Ling looked at this little girl who was about the same age as herself, wearing a cute and cute princess dress, with a bun on her head that could not be taken off. Her whole body was covered with filth, and her immature face was full of filth.
With a sense of shock and unresolved sadness.
"Zhang Chunying."
Zhang Chunying pursed her lips, gently grabbed Tang Ling's hand, and whispered, "I'm so scared."
Tang Ling held Zhang Chunying's hand back. For this girl who looked even weaker than her, a desire to protect suddenly arose in her heart. This strange desire slowly calmed down her restless mood.
Come down.
Tang Ling stretched out her other hand and touched Zhang Chunying's head, imitating Qiu Yanling's previous tone, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"I, I miss my parents so much."
With Tang Ling's comfort and care for her, Zhang Chunying's dried tears once again gathered in her eyes, and her face was once again covered with large, crystal clear tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry, ugh..."
Tang Ling, who originally wanted to comfort the girl, saw this child of her own age crying for her parents. She thought of Qiu Yanling's death again, and her sadness gradually turned into tears, rushing to her eyes.
Then, the children around them were infected by the sadness of Tang Ling and Zhang Chunying. They passed it on one to another, and their dry eyes were once again soaked with tears. Finally, loud cries filled the entire carriage.