[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

My wrist is kind of miserable.

The flesh was pulled apart by the teeth, the bones were broken, and I could even hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other when I put my hands flat.

Fortunately, at least it was not crushed or broken abruptly. Except for the bitten skin and flesh, the rest of the connection was very good, and it would not be shaken off by me anytime soon.

To be honest, I was a little depressed.

But watching him sit on the ground and stubbornly gather up my turned-up flesh, put a board under the wrist, and then tie it with bandages round and round, with some tears falling down on it from time to time, I still stretched out He reached out and touched him with the other hand: "I... don't hurt."

It's also true, I really don't feel pain.

He raised his head to look at me, and smiled ugly: "Is it okay if I hurt?"

I want to say I'm sorry...but I'm afraid he'll be even more upset if I say so.

Even if it is fixed, if it is abolished, it is abolished. I can't control my right hand to make any movements.We weren't sitting in first class, it's a mess right now.Fortunately, my companions didn't have the momentum to continue eating him, so we had to change places, while my fellows were all wandering outside.

I don't know what's wrong with us, but I'm very happy, at least it proves that we are not the same manic food-only state as we were in the beginning.

But I don't know how long they can do this, how long I can do this, whether it is temporary or long-term, what these mean.

What makes me even more uneasy is that I have a broken arm... I dare not let him follow me again.

He finished the bandage, held my elbow to check it, and asked if it was tight.

I shook my head, I can't feel it, I have more important things to ask him.

"Your...'s...companion..."

He looked at me suspiciously.

No, it's not right, it should be: "...where is your kind...?"

He understood, shook his head and said, "I don't know. We have a camp outside the city. We lost a few people when we were in the store last time. I don't know if they will still be there."

At least give it a try.

I stood up supporting the floor, walked into the cabin, and opened the door with my left hand. This time I was more flexible and opened it quickly.

He followed me and asked, "What are you doing?"

I walked in the door and turned around: "You... pack, things... camp..."

He froze for a moment, and I turned back to look for the bag I had brought back.

By the way...you don't need a bag, here is a backpack or something...he still needs to drink water, the water is in the kitchen...you need to put it in a bottle...there is no bottle here...go look for it in the kitchen.

I was about to go there, but he pressed my shoulder and said: "You can't go back yet, you go back with me like this, what if they don't believe me?"

I shook my head, I don't want to go back with him, but he can't stay here.

I walked to the window and pointed to the waiting hall not far away: "Riot... Those things will be heard and come out." In fact, the floor-to-ceiling windows over there have been covered in darkness since I just got up. .

I know our destructive power, if there are a lot of them, they will find a way to come out sooner or later...

I thought for a while and continued: "Warning, yours, the same kind... go."

He also noticed the change over there, and finally nodded when he heard what I said.

It would be much better if he came by himself. He found a travel backpack, filled it with some clothes, and threw the food he had looted into it. I didn’t need to remind him to bring water. He had already walked to the kitchen side before me.

I picked up a few knives from the ground, fastened one to my waist, and handed the other to him when he came out of the kitchen.

He was standing on my left, and I reached out to hold him.

I didn't tell him that I remembered some episodes. If I asked, I would be sad. I only remember the scene when I was separated from him. I remember him looking at me from the car window in disbelief. The car came after me.I remember my wrist hurting, and I remember running for a long time.

I remember that I really hoped that he could live in peace.

Even if I saw him for the first time in the store, I didn't remember him, and I forgot to hide the bottle under my feet, and let myself fall forward, rubbing the dirty things all over his body to cover up the smell on his body.

Clearly, the desire to eat is all in his mind, but he still refuses to bite this person.

I probably used to really like him.

I increased the strength of my hands, walked sideways out of the plane cabin, stood on the steps and looked at the wandering companions below.

They turned around because of the movement, but just stood there quietly.

Fine, just stand there, don't come over...

I walked down the steps first, and he followed me. Halfway through the walk, I saw a guy moving in the distance, so I had to let go of his hand and hook the knife around my waist with my left hand .

Fortunately, the guy just moved and then stopped.

The right elbow was hooked by him, and I turned to look back at him and saw him smiling at me.

I tried to hook the corners of my lips.

I succeeded, and I saw my smile in his pupils.

The two of us walked steadily across the square, and walked towards the damaged wall under the moonlight.

If possible, I don't want to come out at night, but there's no way to do it. I don't know how many threats there are in the hall. Fortunately, the moon is still bright, so I can't see the road clearly.And we have to go out of the city, the noise outside the city is relatively small, if we are lucky and cautious, we should not encounter a large number of zombies or fast-moving skinny ones.

I dare not relax. It is very difficult to smell and listen to the surrounding sounds carefully, especially when there is a living person behind me.

But I did.

I suddenly wanted to laugh.

So it's not that he is narcissistic...

It turned out that he was really that powerful.

TBC.