"My surname is Zhou, Rong as in the military, not Rong as in Sister Huang Rong."
"We've been squatting in this unlucky T city for half a month, and we haven't even gotten a single cent of field subsidies. We've also run out of bullets and food, and it's like we're thieves trying to refuel."
"How do you think the virus broke out? Is it a mutated rabies virus? Or is it the US imperialism and the western powers' crazy genetic warfare against our country? Two days ago we were watching the news, but last night we couldn't even get a TV signal and shortwave radio. It's a pity that I've been watching 'The People's Urban Security Unit' and 'The People's Radio, Film and Television Bureau' for half a year. But the most unfortunate thing is … "
Zhou Rong lit the cigarette with a click, took a deep puff, and looked back at his team members. The side window of the car was wide open, and the wind blew in.
"Gone … gone," said one of his men, "He just jumped out of the window …"
"When did he leave?"
"When the news was broadcast."
Zhou Rong was silent for a moment, and said with regret, "Unfortunately, I was just about to recommend the eighth season of 'The People's Reform and Reform Commission' to him."
The zombie tide was led to the southeast, and at the moment there were only a dozen or so zombies wandering on the street. The young man landed on the ground, took a few steps to the corner of the wall, and then flashed into the messy pharmacy.
The incandescent light flickered above his head, and the walls were splattered with blood. Several mutilated corpses crushed the glass counter, and one could imagine what a terrible scene it was when the virus broke out.
With the growing call for racial and gender equality, omega pheromone inhibitors were removed from the ban in many countries, but it was still a strictly controlled prescription drug. The young man held the gun in front of him, bypassed the pharmacist's corpse on the counter, and smashed the glass counter with the butt of the gun. Seeing the familiar syringe, he imperceptibly let out a sigh of relief, and quickly unwrapped the syringe and injected it into his arm vein.
The pharmacy was probably looted several times, but there were still some supplies left in the corner, such as protein powder, nut bars, energy drinks, and so on. He picked up a canvas bag full of blood from the corpse, swept everything he could carry into it, and took out two packs of water purifiers.
When he was done, he raised his head and looked at himself through the broken mirror beside the counter.
The motorcycle helmet and jacket were full of the smell of rust, the original color of the jeans could no longer be seen, and the high-top boots were full of dried rotten flesh.
He suddenly discovered something. He pulled down the zipper slightly and hooked a pendant from his collar.
It was an ordinary round brass box about the size of a pocket watch. Inside was an old photo, pressed under a thin crystal.
A young couple with a five- or six-year-old son in their arms smiled at him. The wife was Caucasian, with flaxen hair and amber eyes. Even with the limited photographic technology from many years ago, her outstanding beauty was clearly visible. The husband was completely Asian, with a clear and elegant appearance and a scholarly air. He had a very familiar face.
--his own face.
The young man closed his eyes and could not stop panting. A few incomplete images flashed through his mind like lightning: the rapidly shaking cabin, the screams, the corpses, the flying bullet shells, the suitcase shining with a cold silver light …
Then the camera zoomed out. Under the cold and gray sky in the early morning, military boots stepped on the grass roots and dew, and a shout shook the eardrums of every soldier.
"… There is no tomorrow, there is no hope. You will never be able to wait for rescue, any mistake will lead to eternal damnation … "
"You will be the last group of living people on this earth to fight against the undead! … "
The young man subconsciously shook his head and wanted to rub his eyebrows, but he touched the hard helmet.
"Be careful!"
A huge force rushed from the side of the young man and pushed him to the ground instantly. The young man instinctively wanted to pinch the attacker's neck, but the next moment, there was a deafening gunshot in the room.
The rapid bullets like a rainstorm hit the corner of the warehouse door, and several zombies behind the door fell to the ground, struggling and twitching. After a while, they finally turned into a pile of flesh and blood and stopped moving.
Zhou Rong put down the gun, spat out the cigarette butt, and stepped on it casually. "Are you two okay?"
The young man pushed the "attacker" away, turned over and sat up. He had a splitting headache and pressed his eyebrows.
"Hello, we just came in and saw the zombies pushing the door of the warehouse open …" Yan Hao got up and opened his palm to the young man sitting on the ground. The latter supported his hand and stood up. He took off the motorcycle helmet and said, "Thank you."
Yan Hao: "…"
“？”
Yan Hao retracted his gaze. Although he instinctively covered it, the blush on his white face was still obvious. He coughed and said, "No … nothing."
Zhou Rong was quite interested. He rubbed his chin for a while and asked with a smile, "Brother, are you looking for food?"
If there was a poll of the top ten worst pick-up lines in the apocalypse, this sentence would definitely be at the top.
The young man did not answer. He picked up the backpack and threw it over his right shoulder. He held the gun he stole from Yan Hao and pointed it at the ground. He walked around the two people and walked to the door.
Unexpectedly, when they brushed past each other, Zhou Rong grabbed his arm and said, "This is …"
"Are you following me?"
The two people looked at each other closely. In the messy pharmacy, there seemed to be an invisible bowstring that was gradually pulled tight. After a while, Zhou Rong smiled modestly. "What are you talking about? You hurt my feelings …"
"… Obviously, you are responsible for the safety of people's lives and property."
The young man carefully looked at Zhou Rongyi again and felt that he had misjudged. This person should not be from the local army. He should be a soldier who was expelled from the army and stole military equipment.
"Don't look at him. Come with us. No one wants to steal your two packs of biscuits." Zhou Rong casually flicked away a piece of meat that splashed on the young man's shoulder. He did not feel disgusted and said, "We are going to the city center shelter to meet with our teammates, pick up the people, send a positioning signal, and inform the local government to send a helicopter to pick us up. Tomorrow, T city will be cleaned by nuclear bombs. Here, this is my ID."
Zhou Rong carefully took out a cowhide envelope from his arms with his blood-stained gloves. He opened it and it was a military introduction letter with a red stamp.
He waved the letter arrogantly in front of the young man and put it back into his protective vest. He said, "You can't go anywhere alone. You can't be a hero. You should accept the organization's arrangement. What's your name again?"
There was silence. The young man's eyes fell on the ground. There was an overturned medicine box at his feet. The words "XX City Sinan Chinese Medicine Decoction Co., Ltd. (Guangdong 2011xxxx)" were written on it.
"… Sinan," the young man said hoarsely.
"Nan as in North and South."
Half an hour later.
"Their body fluids are highly toxic. The result of being bitten is 100% infection and death. What follows is mutation. The mutation speed varies from person to person. The shortest observed mutation time is 50 seconds, starting from when the infected person's heart stops beating. The longest is more than 24 hours. During this period, the corpse's speed of decomposition is no different from that of an ordinary corpse. "
Sinan raised his eyelids. "Where did the observation target come from?"
"A few of my team members," Zhou Rong said and drank a mouthful of water.
On the left and right sides of the car, there were seven or eight special forces soldiers sitting in a row. The front of the car was constantly bumping left and right because of the zombies blocking the road.
Next to Zhou Rong, Yan Hao took out a paper bag from behind him and signaled Sinan to take it.
There were a few pieces of high-protein chocolate and military compressed biscuits in the paper bag.
Si Nan threw the paper bag back to him and pointed to his backpack, meaning that he had some. Then he asked Zhou Rong, "Are you the local garrison?"
"When the virus first broke out, some experts thought it was collective rabies, so the first batch of infected people was sent to the military. The local garrison was naturally wiped out." Zhou Rong spread his hands and expressed his condolences. He said, "If you go to the military camp now, there should be tens of thousands of living dead with live ammunition locked in there. They are densely packed together … It's really a hell for people with trypophobia."
"Then why did you come to T City?"
"To carry out a mission," Yan Hao whispered on the side.
Sinan glanced at Yan Hao. He was focused on the shaking floor of the car. His lips were pursed into a tight line.
"We came to carry out a mission, but we were unlucky. We encountered a zombie outbreak, so we changed the mission content at the last minute and decided to go to the shelter to rescue ordinary people." Zhou Rong asked casually, "What about you, little brother?"
Sinan did not answer. "How's your mission going?"
He thought the purpose of this team was the same as Tang Hao's team, which was to seize the Omega — the so-called precious strategic resources — from the war-torn zone. Unexpectedly, Zhou Rong sighed and said sadly, "I'm a bit unlucky this time … The mission target is dead. I'm afraid I'll be punished when I go back …"
"He might not be dead," Yan Hao suddenly whispered.
The team members looked at the two of them. Zhou Rong asked, "Can you survive a free fall from a height of nine thousand meters?"
Yan Hao was silent.
"Brother Rong!" The driver shouted from the front, "The latest road map is out. Come and look at the downlink!"
Zhou Rong got up and walked to the driver's seat. When he passed by Yan Hao, he patted him heavily on the shoulder.
Sinan suddenly realized that Yan Hao often appeared when he was talking to Zhou Rong. He would pass something or interrupt the conversation, intentionally or unintentionally showing his presence.
Why?
Yan Hao suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and coughed. He passed a box of soft Chunghwa cigarettes, "Want one?"
Sinan's appearance was extremely oriental, but his pupils were the same amber color as his mother's. When he stared at people without moving, it often gave people the illusion of inanimate coldness.
He stared at Yan Hao for a full ten seconds, then shook his head and said, "No, thank you."
"…"
Yan Hao was a bit nervous. He smiled at him and smoked a cigarette. However, he did not light it. He just played with it between his fingers, as if he was relieving some kind of emotion.
After a while, Zhou Rong carried the equipment bag back to the back of the car. He sat down and took out the equipment while sighing, "It's really not easy. According to the current speed, we will reach the fallout shelter in two hours. I just don't know how many zombies there are in the city center. Later, I will use the car's machine gun to shoot a round along the way. You guys take the time to get some sleep … What's wrong, little brother? Why are you looking at me? "
Zhou Rong opened the metal box of gun parts, took out a ruby earring from a tool slot, and put it on his right ear.
Sinan: "…"
Sinan sat across from them. His eyes moved from Zhou Rong's ear to Yan Hao's ear. The two identical rubies were shining in the dim car.
At that moment, his doubts were solved. He felt that he understood something.
"Sorry." Sinan sincerely said. He got up and patted Yan Hao's shoulder. He went into the front room and sat in the front passenger seat without looking back.
Yan Hao: "…???"
There was a strange silence in the back of the car.
However, Sinan was very kind and ignored it. He nodded to the driver and immediately closed his eyes to sleep.
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