The southern city of X City in Nuoda is desolate and quiet as if it has lost all life. If you can occasionally see moving things, they may be living things, garbage, or other things.
I dragged my exhausted body through the alleys of various buildings, praying that I would not be discovered by dangerous creatures.
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"Oops, I was discovered."
As I was walking forward, a gangster-looking zombie suddenly appeared around the corner in front of me.
(Eye facing each other) The normal eyes and the blood-red eyes lit up in surprise at the same time.
Terrible, I have to go!
I turned around and ran away without saying a word. It doesn't make any sense to me to provoke a zombie with nothing to do now! And it will probably cost me my own life!
After running for a while, I felt there was no movement behind me, so I couldn't help but look back.
So far, and so slow!
I didn't expect that the zombies would move so slowly. Although I had vaguely felt it before, it would be so slow.
After swallowing a gulp of saliva, the fear in my heart gradually disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a gradually rising curiosity.
Okay, okay, I admit that I am the person who has nothing to do now.
Now I'm going to mess with a slow zombie.
The zombies were still catching up step by step, so I chose to approach slowly and keep a certain distance to observe.
Now there is a zombie in front of me that originally only appeared in novels and movies. Different from traditional zombies and zombies, well, surprisingly it is not that scary.
The fear of zombies has gradually become less intense. They have not rotted yet, at least they still retain their human appearance. And to be honest, as long as there are no weapons in hand, the risk of keeping a distance is still relatively low, but I have to stay vigilant.
, always pay attention to whether this guy will suddenly pounce on you.
His eyes are blood red and he has vision. He seems to have lost his mind and only has the instinct to attack. Well, other than that, it is no different from when he was alive."
His movements were slower than the normal walking speed for unknown reasons. The broom-like hairstyle on his head was very unflattering. The deceased's aesthetics during his lifetime was a big problem.
In order to further test and verify my idea, I raised my foot and gave a full force kick from bottom to top, accurately hitting the gangster-looking zombie's buttocks.
There was a shattering touch and muffled sound, and the gangster-looking zombie roared and fell to the ground, its whole body trembling.
There seems to be pain, but I don't know if it's just the vital part or other parts. The infection is unknown, so I don't want to verify this myself.
I only attack zombies out of the mentality of looking for their weaknesses. I don’t do it because I feel uncomfortable watching this zombie killing me. Absolutely not!
The threat to humans from lone zombies without weapons is very low, no more than a wild dog. Even if there are more of them, there should be no big problem as long as you pay attention at this time.
The problem is that zombies seem to have retained the instinct to use weapons, and the threat and danger to humans from zombies holding weapons has doubled.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some zombies appearing one after another around me. I was surprised. Do zombies still have hearing?
But now is not the time to discuss this, we need to leave quickly.
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1:58.
At the largest super commercial market in the outer area of Nancheng City, X City, the unmanned surveillance video recorded this scene:
A cute and petite girl was standing on the street, carrying a small satchel, wearing a velvet hat with dog ears hanging down on both sides, a white sweater wrapped around her petite body, exposed under a plush red skirt.
A pair of calves wearing white stockings. What is incompatible with the surrounding environment is not only the girl, but also the pistol equipped with a silencer in her hand.
The girl looked at the store in front of her expressionlessly. There were two corpses lying at her feet. There was a bullet hole in the forehead of the corpse, and the black blood dyed the surrounding ground black.
The girl's expression was terrifyingly calm.
There were obviously many zombies in the supermarket, but the girl walked in without hesitation.
For a moment, the roar of zombies sounded in the supermarket, and at the same time, there was the flash of fire when the bullet came out of the chamber.
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2:16.
"It's a supermarket. But why are there two zombies lying on the ground and surrounded by blood."
Wow, but that's not the focus right now.
I haven't eaten anything since morning, and my stomach is already growling in protest. If I don't find something to eat, I will starve to death.
I looked at the upper left corner and saw the camera in the corner shaking my head from side to side as if laughing at my shabby appearance. Now I was tired and hungry, so I had to go inside to find some food to fill my stomach. If anyone sees this video later, I will break into the room.
The charge of theft will definitely be brought to justice.
I kept vigilant, kept quiet, and carefully walked into the supermarket door. However, even though I was mentally prepared for any scary scene, I was still severely shocked when I saw the scene inside the supermarket.
It's zombies, a lot of zombies, so scary.
But what makes me feel scary is not the zombies themselves, but because, in front of my eyes, I see killed zombies everywhere. Dark red or even close to black blood dyed the supermarket floor red, which made me
My stomach couldn't help but feel twitching.
If you look carefully, there are still fallen bullet casings on the ground. Someone has been here, and a battle took place. No, maybe it is more appropriate to say it was a massacre.
This man has a gun and is dangerous. This conclusion can be reached without thinking.
What should I do? Do I want to leave? But if I leave now, I don’t know when I will find another supermarket. Moreover, without the GPS navigation of my mobile phone, it will be difficult for me to quickly reach the evacuation point. If there is a map, there may be one here.
Calm down, maybe this person is gone, maybe he is a police officer, at least he should not shoot at people randomly.
Consoling myself like this, I mustered up the courage to search in the supermarket to get all the necessary and useful supplies.
Food and water are essential. After eating two bags of toast, I finally filled my stomach, at least I won't be hungry for a long time.
The next step is self-defense weapons. You can find them in supermarkets. If you look carefully, you will definitely be able to find them. It would be best if you can find a gun, although it is unlikely.
Suddenly there was a loud noise on the second floor of the supermarket, mixed with a scary roar, which was similar to the roar of zombies, but different.
From the direction where the sound came from, I saw an incredible scene.
A little girl rushed out of the corridor on the second floor of the supermarket, holding a gun in her hand, and kept shooting at the terrifying monster chasing after her. This monster, and the monster that made me feel extremely uneasy that night
It's so similar, but it's just a resemblance. It's far not as big as the night predator-like monster we first encountered.
But it was obvious that the monster became even more violent because of the injury, and even sped up and pounced on the little girl.
I thought that there would be a bloody scene that was unbearable to watch, but I was wrong. That petite body showed incredible flexibility and agility, and its movements were decisive and without any sloppiness, and it was avoided time and time again.
The monster attacked, and then used a gun to make bullet holes in the monster's body one after another, and black blood was scattered.
However, the powerful pistol suddenly stopped, and the little girl paused for a moment, maybe because there was no bullet in the gun. After just a slight hesitation, she was forced to a corner, with the approaching monster in front and behind.
It's a glass fence.
Most people would panic at this time, but she crossed the glass fence without hesitation and headed towards the advertising curtain hanging in the air. She slid down the curtain to cushion most of the falling force and landed on the first floor.
That's the floor I'm on.
Is this really the calmness and skill that a little girl should have? Rather, holding a gun from the beginning is weird. Is she the dangerous person who killed a bunch of zombies?!
The monster on the second floor roared and crashed through the glass fence and jumped down. I clearly felt the vibration caused by the monster falling to the ground. In order to prevent the monster from finding out, I subconsciously hid and watched secretly in a very private place.
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From this distance, I could see the little girl's face clearly. It was a very cute face, but with a calmness, or indifference, that was not for her age.
The monster was approaching her, but she couldn't move quickly. It seemed that her left foot was injured. Falling from such a height would have been inevitable even with a curtain as a buffer. She just stood up with great reluctance and put it away.
The pistol had been empty of bullets, and then he pulled out a gleaming dagger from the scabbard tied to his thigh.
It's impossible to win, right? Facing such a monster, a monster that doesn't fall down after being hit by so many bullets, there's no chance of winning.
Even so, are you not willing to give up the fight?
I'm so envious that I can be so strong.
A timid person like me should take the opportunity to run away at a time like this.
This should be none of my business. I have no obligation to save people. I am hungry and tired now. How can I defeat such a monster without any weapons, let alone save people?
I should have run away if I still wanted to live, but why didn't my legs work?
I couldn't move back, as if something was desperately pulling me forward. I couldn't do it.
I vaguely remember that I encountered a similar scene a long time ago. What choice did I make at that time?
I can’t remember clearly anymore, but maybe I’m more afraid of change than monsters about such a long time ago.
I'm afraid that once I make a choice, I'll never be able to come back.
but……
[Groar——!!] (the roar of the monster).
It has nothing to do with reason anymore!!!
It's like a monster has broken into my heart. I can't control it, I can't stop this impulse, I want to stop it, I want to save it, I want a different future.
Even if you can't do it, no! You can do it! Believe in yourself!
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In a room at the National Institute of Meteorology, the transparent glass floor-to-ceiling window reflected the face of an old man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
"Old friend, the army has sent people to search City
So, you still have to be mentally prepared."
Lu Yanneng also said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about it, old guy. I'm not that fragile yet. The same goes for my grandson. He will come to see me alive."
On his resolute face full of wrinkles, there is unquestionable confidence.
Gable's eyes were a little surprised: "You?"
"You should understand that I am a person who wants to try everything. What I know, what I know, and even the survival skills that were not needed in that peaceful era were instilled in him, but I never told him
beyond the effect of his skills."
"I didn't tell him because I hoped he would never have the chance to use it. Now, I can feel that he is facing a test, and I believe he can make a choice that he will not regret."
Lu Yanneng also said.
Gable said helplessly: "You're still the same."
"Hahaha, isn't it the same for you old guy? My grandson, when he was very young, he was obviously very afraid of trouble, but he often got into trouble. He was always injured all over his body, but he didn't want to back down, even if he was injured.
I often hide it in my heart and grit my teeth and push through it, not wanting to make people worry. Because I am convinced that it is right, I will not regret it even if I am bruised and bruised."
Lu Yanneng also laughed and said.
"You two, grandfather and grandson, really look alike."
"Yes, no matter it is me, my son or my grandson, they are all this kind of people. Maybe this is the so-called inheritance."
After finishing speaking, the two old men showed sighing smiles in unison.
"Report! General Lu, the king wants to see you for something!"
Suddenly a soldier rushed in at the door. When the soldier saw Lu Yannengye, he immediately stood at attention and saluted a standard military salute and shouted loudly.
"Well, let the king wait a moment, I will be there right away."
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The moment the monster rushed towards the girl, I also rushed out. At that time, my mind went blank. When I came to my senses, I knocked the monster to the ground.
Without any time to think about it, I rushed over and hit the monster's head with my fist.
Ahhhh!!
In such a dangerous moment, how could I still have time to think about why I was so reckless?
The monster is roaring, you can feel its anger, and it is struggling with incredible strength.
During the fight, I was kicked in the abdomen. The force was so strong that I was kicked and hit the shelf. The air in my lungs felt as if it had been drained, and I couldn’t breathe. My stomach cramped, and I felt severe pain in my abdomen and back.
The pain in my back was intertwined and made my vision blurry.
In the blur, I saw the little girl, holding a dagger and planning to fight the monster, looking surprised.
What a surprise. It turns out that you have such an expression. You always have a cold face.
No wonder, after all, a stranger suddenly appeared and came to die.
It's so painful. My body feels like it's falling apart. It's such a terrifying power. It's impossible to win. I can't feel any chance of winning. The long-lost feeling of powerlessness is so familiar, just like, yes, when I was a child, I had to protect a crybaby.
He was beaten by gangsters and was unable to fight back.
But I can still stand up, this time I can still stand up, literally, I stood up with difficulty holding on to the tilted shelf that was hit. Regardless of will, at least my body can hold on for a while longer!
At least, let me act cool until the end... This is an adult's right.
I can't bear to do such a thing, leaving this cute little girl alone and running away!
If you look at it so close, the monster's appearance becomes more and more terrifying. All that is exposed is black muscles, no skin at all, and its eyes are just two blood-red beads. It is difficult to imagine that this is originally a person.
It would be nice to have weapons, but I can't control that much now. I put on a posture, which felt a bit nondescript, but it was also a posture that my grandfather taught me, focusing on defense.
The monster didn't attack immediately. It was observing me. Was it vigilant?
Sure enough, unlike the zombies who only have the instinct to attack, they still have some intelligence, even if it is just a little bit. This makes my hair stand on end, and the danger level of the monster has skyrocketed.
What should I do? My brain is constantly sending me danger signals, but my heart and my body do not allow me to retreat even one step. Can I only fight to the death? If one day I am in a desperate situation, there will be someone like me now.
Will you risk your life to help me?
I stared at the monster closely. Although the monster was somewhat intelligent, it seemed that it had lost its temper. After struggling for a while, it finally couldn't help screaming and pounced on it.
With this level of strength, even if it only takes one or two more attacks, I will probably die. It is too strong, and its small body seems to be full of strong muscles.
The monster's fist was getting closer and closer, but I dodged it, and the fist grazed the side of my face. Even I felt incredible. My vision had never been so clear, and I felt incredibly sharp.
The monster's movements became so clearly visible, and every fatal attack was dodged by a hair's breadth. It was probably because the body's speed could not keep up with the reflex nerves. It felt like it had entered a strange state. This
What is it, the state before death?
But no revolving door appeared.
My heart, which was originally beating violently, gradually slowed down. I could feel the operation of every muscle in my body, and I could also feel that my body was about to be unable to support this level of intense exercise, but this strange state persisted.
I push my body to its limit and can't stop at all.
More and more, the strange things that my grandfather taught me and that I had almost forgotten came to my mind. That was all. If it was a revolving door before death, it should be more than that.
You can't just dodge. After dodging the attack, you must definitely counterattack.
Make a fist with your palms together, place your feet flat on the ground, turn slightly sideways, keep your hands in line with your chest, and exert force from your waist.
Fight back!!!
He was very forceful and used all his strength. When the punch worked, without thinking too much, he instinctively followed up with a powerful elbow strike, then grabbed the monster's head with his backhand and pushed it to his knees. He never thought that he could do this kind of fighting.
It’s the same action in the game. Ah, it’s better to say that I haven’t had much opportunity to do it since I entered university.
The monster seemed to be stunned by the sudden heavy punch, elbow, knee and three consecutive blows, and was stunned for a moment.
Seize this opportunity to knock down the monster with a decisive blow and a straight kick. You can also do a roundhouse kick, but it is a waste of time. It is better to just kick it up.
This kick looks very cool and feels the same, but it doesn't seem to cause any harm to the monster, it just makes it more furious.
If this continues, my body will not be able to support it either due to physical strength or various reasons. However, the monster is still like a normal person. There are no injuries at all except for the bullet holes that continue to bleed on its body. How many are there?
What a tenacious vitality.
I looked at the crumbling shelves, and then at the monster charging towards me.
You are so spirited, you monster.
Come back if you have the guts!!!
Roaring angrily, I rushed towards the shelf with all my strength and bumped into it without thinking. In the past, I would never have done this kind of behavior seeking death. It was like a psychotic behavior.
But I did, and the already rickety and tilted shelf was knocked over and fell towards the direction where the monster was charging.
If you can't fight head-on, then use all means to win!
I saw the monster's sprint stop suddenly. It was probably trying to escape, but in the end it couldn't move faster than the fallen shelf.
The falling shelves made a loud noise and caused a strong vibration, which was mixed with a sound that felt like flesh being crushed. Under this kind of weight, even monsters would die.
Without the threat of monsters, that strange state disappears without knowing when. Extreme fatigue sets in and my whole body hurts like death. Is this the consequence of being cool and impulsive?
The fallen shelf suddenly shook, as if something was being lifted up with force. Under the lifted shelf, I saw, yes, a person who was lifting the shelf with force, and his flesh and blood were bruised. He was originally pressed tightly by the shelf.
monster.
My spirit instantly became tense. Are you kidding? No matter how tenacious your vitality is, you still have to have some control!
The monster roared, and I had no doubt that it would throw the shelf aside the next moment and pounce on me to kill me. As for how, I don't really want to know, nor do I want to imagine.
But I heard a slight gunshot nearby, and there was a bullet hole in the monster's forehead. The roar suddenly stopped, it lost all its strength, and was crushed by the shelves again.
Yes, even if it is a monster, it will still die if it is hit by a bullet in the head. This time it is really dead and cannot die again, right?
I looked at the source of the gunshot. Standing there seemed to be a little girl holding a gun. Even though her foot was injured, she was still standing tenaciously leaning on the shelf behind her.
But weren't there any bullets left? Suddenly, I saw the boxed bullets on the shelf behind her, and I suddenly realized.
Supermarkets really have everything.
When everything passed, I realized that my arm was extremely painful and seemed to be dislocated. Even though I was covered with a layer of thick clothes, I was still seriously injured and the pain was excruciating.
"Hey, come here."
The little girl's voice was very quiet, although I still heard it.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I endured the pain and walked over.
"Squat down." the little girl said.
I:???
"Squat down." The little girl repeated again.
I squatted down in confusion.
She put her hand on my dislocated arm that couldn't move. I was wondering what she wanted to do, and then I heard a crisp sound and a click from my arm.
"Ahhhhh!!!!" The sudden severe pain made me scream out uncontrollably.
"What are you doing!!"
I am angry.
"Help take your arm back." The little girl said expressionlessly.
Eh? Putting it this way, it seems that my arm can indeed move. Although it still hurts very much and I don’t want to move at all, it can at least be moved.
"you're a soldier?"
the girl suddenly asked.
"no."
The decisive answer is, how can I be a soldier? I am just an ordinary good citizen.
"What about warrior?" the girl asked again.
"No." I thought too much that girls are just ordinary people who can be seen everywhere.
The girl said with a cold face: "Would an ordinary person take such a lifeless action? Ordinary people nowadays are proficient in fighting skills?"
That’s all what my grandpa taught me! Who stipulates that ordinary people can’t be good at fighting skills?
"I can't answer your question. To me, a little girl like you holding a gun is even weirder." I chose to avoid answering.
The girl frowned and said, "I'm not a little girl. I'm a sophomore in high school this year."
What? Did I hear it wrong? He is a high school student. I remember the grade-skipping system was abolished a long time ago!
Um, ahem, let’s not talk about this.
"Is your foot okay?"
It’s so hard to imagine, but there really are such people and settings.
The little girl looked at her foot and said, "It's just twisted, not broken. It's the lowest level of injury."
What is the lowest level of injury? Even in that state, it is difficult to walk. There is really nothing you can do with a child. He still likes to show off his strength even though he is like this. It is just like me when I was a child.
Although I say that I am a high school student.
"What are you doing?" the little girl asked about my actions.
"Come up, I'll carry you, I can't leave you here."
"No need, I can walk by myself."
said the little girl.
"I think you need it." I
Keep your posture still. I don't hate strong people, but there is no need to show off your strength now.
"...That's rude."
After a pause, I felt her body temperature on my back, her hands wrapped around my neck, and I stood up with her on my back. It was unexpectedly easy, very light, with this kind of weight, yet so heavy.