The building had collapsed, and the elevator shaft was also in the building, like a closed steel tunnel.
Dean gasped slightly, staring at the deep darkness. He could only hear the continuous roar of the black behemoth, which made his hair stand up. Although he saw that the other party was stuck, it was difficult to guarantee that it would not break free.
Dean smiled bitterly in his heart. If he could have a full meal at this moment, he could soon recover some strength and leave here. Unfortunately, not to mention a full meal, it was difficult to even find something that would not kill after eating.
Gradually, the black behemoth's roar weakened. It seemed to feel tired, but he could still hear its heavy breathing.
Time passed little by little.
Dean felt his body was getting colder and colder. Waves of sleepiness hit him, and his mind became dizzy. He only faintly thought that if he fell asleep, it was likely that he would never wake up again.
Thinking of this, he struggled to open his eyes and looked at the dark place where he could not even see his fingers.
Staring at a boring and constant picture like this, it was easier to fall asleep. He thought about it. Using pain to stimulate the nerves was only temporary. It could not last long. If he wanted to cheer up, he had to find something that could stimulate his spirit, such as talking.
"Why did you chase me? I have so little meat. You can't eat your fill, and you also put yourself in danger. It's not cost-effective." Dean slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, looking at the direction of the black behemoth and said weakly.
As he spoke, the sleepiness in his mind faded a little.
"Still shouting, do you regret it? If you knew it would be like this, why did you..."
"What kind of feed did you eat? Did you rely on radiation and viruses to grow up so big?"
"What kind of species are you? What zodiac sign are you?"
Dean said one sentence at a time. Although it was all nonsense, he could not help but laugh at himself when he thought that he had fallen into this situation. He was trapped in this dark place and could only talk to this monster who did not know human language.
This laugh suddenly made him feel a lot better. At this time, he found that the blood in the wounds on his body had already dried up, and the dried blood had sealed the wounds and stopped the blood loss. A bit of desire to survive suddenly surged in his heart. He raised his hand and patted his face. He raised his spirit and slowly moved his body toward a pile of stones five or six meters away.
There was a hole above the pile of stones. It was this stone that smashed the elevator shaft and let him fall in.
"I need to find food first, or I'll starve to death." Dean felt that he was very hungry. If it was a normal starvation for one or two days, he wouldn't be affected at all. But after coming to the giant wall, the continuous fighting and the escape, his physical strength was completely overdrawn. Now he had lost too much blood and his body was full of injuries. The heat was dissipating very quickly. If he didn't eat something to supplement, he wouldn't be able to get out of here.
"There are more than ten floors up ahead, and only a few floors down." Dean looked at the direction of the black behemoth. Apparently, it was located on the lower floor of the building. In order to save physical strength, he could only leave from its direction.
However, with it blocking the elevator shaft, Dean could only climb out from the hole above.
Although there was an open elevator door not far away from him, the elevator door was facing downwards. Once he stepped out, he would fall straight down.
After making up his mind, Dean gritted his teeth and crawled toward the pile of broken stones. The wounds all over his body ached as he crawled, and many of them burst open.
He gently inhaled the cool air, but did not stop. He still insisted on climbing. He knew that if he continued to stay here, his spirit would eventually wither, and he could only wait for death.
Soon, he climbed out of the elevator shaft on the stones.
The muddy light sprinkled outside the elevator shaft. The dust in the air was fluttering. The walls and windows were all broken and riddled with holes.
Dean looked in the direction of the black behemoth and suddenly saw a large pile of concrete stones. There were twisted steel bars beside the stones. He was relieved. With these stones, the black behemoth wouldn't be able to climb out for a while.
He dragged his body toward the pile of stones. Both sides of the elevator shaft were suspended. Once he stepped on the empty space, he would fall down. He had to be glad that he rolled down in a good position. If he rolled down directly, he would fall to his death!
Half an hour later, Dean finally climbed out of the rubble at the bottom of the building and came to the ground. Looking back at the collapsed building, he still felt a lingering fear.
He hid behind the stones and looked around. He didn't see any trace of the Undeads. His heart was relieved. He thought that these Undeads should have been attracted by the sound of the collapse, but they didn't sense him, so they gradually dispersed.
Previously, inside the soft armor on his chest, there was a dark blue ball wrapped in layers to help him relieve the pain from the dagger wound on his chest. It caused his body temperature to be extremely low during the period of lethargy, so he avoided the detection of those Undeads.
But at this moment, the dark blue ball had already been taken out and thrown into his waist bag.
Looking at the movement on the street, Dean quietly touched the front of a nearby shop. The outside of the shop was covered with vegetation and moss. Dean's eyes fell on these vegetation. He used the dagger on his waist to cut the vegetation. The vegetation was immediately cut. He looked at the juice flowing out of it. It was transparent water. He was relieved. Suddenly, he felt hungry. He quickly grabbed a few leaves of the vegetation and chewed them gently with his mouth.
The dry leaves were filled with sweetness in his mouth. Dean couldn't help but chew and quickly eat a few rough leaves. He didn't care that the leaves might be contaminated with germs or high radiation content.
After eating the leaves, Dean felt that the burning feeling in his stomach suddenly fell, and his body seemed to have a little strength. He didn't continue to eat the leaves, but cut the stems of the vegetation, squeezed out the water inside, sucked and drank.
The vegetation could thrive in such a place, indicating that it already had anti-radiation and anti-virus characteristics.
After drinking some, Dean felt a little more comfortable. Suddenly, he thought of the black behemoth stuck in the building. His eyes flashed a trace of coldness. He didn't intend to let go of the culprit who forced him into this field. As long as it was not dead, there was a possibility of breaking free. Once it broke free, it would be an unstable dangerous thing for him.
After thinking for a moment, Dean came to the street in front of the scrapped car covered with moss. The front cover of the car was tilted, and the engine had long been rusted and eroded by rotten moss. It didn't take much effort for him to remove the oil cylinder of the car. He saw that the gasoline in the oil cylinder had been oxidized and dried up.
He had expected this. He used the dagger to gently scrape it, and soon a layer of black substance was scraped out.
He took out the fire sickle and lit it up. He used the dark substance to burn it, and it actually lit up in an instant.
Dean was a little surprised. He immediately found other scrapped cars, removed the oil cylinders inside, and scraped them one by one. When half of the cars on the street were scraped, it had accumulated into a black ball the size of a basketball.
Dean found some cloth from other shops and small supermarkets. These cloth fibers were already fluffy, and a little force would break them. He picked up a lot of cloth and climbed back to the building along the original road. It didn't take long for him to return to the previous elevator shaft.
He was exhausted from all the tossing and turning. He sat in the elevator shaft to rest for a while, gasping for breath, and lit the torch. This time he could see more clearly. The black behemoth's upper limbs were stuck in the pile of stones. Only the part above the neck could move, and half of the front paw was exposed.
Dean sneered, stirred up the dark oily substance, rolled it on the flammable cloth and wood, and threw it at the beast.
These things fell on the black behemoth's face, and suddenly woke it up. It opened its eyes and growled at Dean, showing its teeth.
Dean smiled and threw the torch in his hand.
Whoosh!
The torch fell on it, and immediately ignited the cloth. Soon, the fire burned!
"Roar!!"
The black behemoth's whole body was on fire, and it could not help but roar in pain. Its head shook violently from side to side, and the stones on its body slightly loosened, and a lot of gravel rolled down. However, its body could not struggle, and it could not even shake the pile of stones.
Seeing this, Dean was completely relieved. He was worried that it would suffer severe pain and go crazy, but now it seemed that it was far weaker than he expected. After all, when the building collapsed, it happened to be on the bottom floor, and it did not know how to escape, so it suffered great damage, and lost so much blood. It was already very weak.
The fire illuminated the dark elevator shaft. The black behemoth struggled and roared in the flame, but gradually the roar weakened, and it fell in the fire.
Dean watched quietly, and suddenly felt that life was so fragile. Even if it was a strong life like the black behemoth, it could not escape death. Perhaps … it could only blame itself for not being strong enough?
Dean slightly clenched his fists, and the flame danced in his eyes. The ambition and flame in his heart were growing rapidly …
After burning for more than ten minutes, it gradually extinguished, and a faint smell of cooked meat floated in front of him. Dean used the fire sickle to ignite another torch, and saw that the black behemoth's thick hair all turned into fuel, and its body became a hot charred corpse.
Although he knew that the monster did not know how to play dead, but to be safe, Dean still picked up a stone and threw it.
The stone hit, but the beast did not respond.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief and carefully approached. He looked at the charred body up close. The surface of the body was burnt to the point that the flesh was cracked and dripping with blood.
"It seems that this monster is really different from the Undead. I can kill it without cutting off its head." Dean thought in his heart. After all, this monster showed beast-like consciousness, and the Undead had unconscious instincts.
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