Horror game: opening scare system

This is a disaster like never before.

This is a rare scene comparable to sailing on dry land.

Above the sand sea, a violent giant wave soared into the sky, almost swallowing the entire sky. It was a group of terrifying phantoms covering the sky.

The Baga camp is no different from a swaying lonely boat under the huge waves and in the sandy sea.

It can only beg helplessly and do some useless prayers. In the face of this natural force, all the actions of the people in the Baga camp are ineffective. In the end, what is waiting for them is a huge wave, and everyone is caught in the quicksand middle.

Above the sea, there are always people who sink to the bottom of the sea and die in the belly of the fish, and above this sea of ​​sand, under the quicksand will be their final destination, but fortunately, they may be able to get an inconspicuous grave.

Despair is spreading.

And it spreads fast.

When they saw the huge waves surging, all expressions were lost on their faces. They stared blankly at the constantly flowing and accumulating quicksand, unable to express panic.

Despair and fear flooded them one step at a time, and everyone stayed in place helplessly before falling to the ground.

What else can be done?

No way.

In any case, they couldn't figure out how to fight against such horror, and they didn't even have the possibility of escaping. The sand was overwhelmingly pressed down far faster than them, and the huge shadow made it difficult for anyone to resist and escape. Thoughts, they didn't see even a glimmer of life there.

boom!

At the moment when the sand waves hit the ground, it seemed that the whole world was roaring, and the whole world was trembling, venting its burning anger.

All the facilities, buildings, and tools in the Baga camp were vulnerable to the sand waves. They couldn't even hold on for half a second, and were almost instantly washed away by the sand waves!

Fences and tents were instantly knocked down on the ground, and other metal or masonry buildings were also deformed and collapsed under the huge waves. The helicopter was instantly smashed by the huge waves, and parts were randomly scattered on the ground. Was overturned in an instant, or washed away.

It's like an invisible big-handed dome pressing down, destroying everything within the coverage area.

Countless people were sucked into the quicksand, which surged with the movement of the quicksand, and were quickly buried in it. When the wind and sand cleared away, everything became quiet.

It was as if the Baga camp had never existed before. Looking around, it was full of yellow sand and terracotta soil. Only by careful observation could we see a little trace of the original camp on the sand.

It might be a limp limb protruding from the sand, or maybe some shards of steel, but soon they will disappear with time.

Perhaps just a strong wind in the near future will bury all of this.

Let the existence of Camp Baga become history.

......

In a dilapidated hut, there is a table displayed here. It is said to be a table, but it is just a wooden board that has been propped up.

There is a chair behind the desk, which is actually just a square pier stacked with a lot of cardboard.

Looking back, you can see a bed on the ground, old and dilapidated, with slightly yellowed edges.

On the table, there is a pen quietly placed.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from outside the house. The footsteps were not light, but a little slow. Every time there was a heavy footfall, there was a sound of friction, as if the feet were dragging their feet on the ground.

Soon the door of the house was opened, and a figure appeared at the door.

The man was wearing shabby clothes, his body was very thin, he was a little rickety, his complexion was sallow, his hair was a bit messy and dry, and some of it was piled up in front of his eyes, almost covering his eyes.

The figure was holding something in his hand at the moment.

In his left hand he held an old iron bucket full of water, and under the armpit of his left arm was a book with a black cover, but that thing was actually a book, and his right hand was not empty either. I took two fist-sized dry food, which seemed to have been dried for a long time and was very dry.

The figure held these things and walked in. He has some limps, and when he walks, he always takes a step forward with his left foot, and then drags his right foot forward with his whole body.

The speed of movement is not fast, but it is already the most agile state that this body can achieve. The figure came to the edge of the table without a glance, put the dry food on the table, put the bucket on the edge of the chair, and then used Hold the notebook under your arm with your right hand.

After doing this and getting rid of the heavy weight on his body, he was panting, and slowly restored the rhythm of his breathing, then turned around and closed the door.

After closing the door, the figure sat on the chair facing the table, still holding the book in his right hand, picked up the dry food with his left hand and began to eat.

He ate in a hurry, and he looked like he was gobbling it up. The dry food that had been dried outside for a long time was not delicious. The skin was dry and tasteless, and the center was a little colder than the outside, which made it difficult to swallow. .

But these difficulties seem to be trivial things for this guy, or he is used to eating such things.

In short, he settled the two pieces of dry food very smoothly, without showing even the slightest strange look during the process, and maintained a nearly dull expression on his numb face from beginning to end.

After eating the dry food, he bent down, picked up the bucket with both hands and put it on his lap, then stretched his head down, stuck his mouth against the edge of the bucket and gulped a few mouthfuls of water, and then put the bucket back.

He raised his arm indifferently and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He did what he did before, and finally put the notebook in his hand on the table.

Then he slowly opened the book, there were already many stories written in that book, he quickly turned to the latest page, there was no writing on it, he should start writing a new story.

At this moment, there was a slight emotional fluctuation on this face that had been numb from the beginning to the end, as if there was a crazy look in the depths of Gu Jing Wubo's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a not obvious smile.

Pick up the pen and bend over the desk.

Just when he was about to write, his body froze suddenly, and his expression changed suddenly.

I saw that on the book, words appeared by myself, and a new story appeared!

[Baga's idea is very good, he acted according to the way in the story, but what he didn't expect was that he still failed. 】

[Zhang Xun is much better than him, and quickly settled the Baga camp. Although he can't continue to plan undercover missions here, Zhang Xun has other ideas. Anyway, there are so many strongholds of the rebel army, so he has plenty of opportunities. 】