[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

As the evening approached, we surrounded a pair of father and son.

The older one was scratched by my companion, and if he escapes he will soon be one of us.

There was some determination in his eyes.

I've seen this expression more and more recently, and every time I see it, I feel a little uncomfortable.

But instinct trumps everything.I lunged forward, tearing a piece of flesh off his shoulder, and heard an old, anguished voice screaming "Run away" in my ear.

There is no escape.

Thinking of this, I pushed him down to the ground and bit off his trachea fiercely, some blood sprayed on my face, it was hot and made me feel a little warm.

I have always guessed very accurately. For example, we only lost one companion this time. For example, the father must be the one who died first. For example, the son cannot escape.

This time the number prevailed, and his son would definitely not be able to escape.

I killed him, so he wouldn't have to watch the person he gave his life to protect die.

And the closest me to this old man can eat his brains so he doesn't become one of us, and I can get a good meal without a hitch.

It's a pity that I didn't move fast enough, that son's brain must be out of reach.

As I stuffed food into my mouth, I felt the various fragments that appeared in my mind.

Yes, eating someone's brain allows me to see something.

Maybe it's just an illusion, but it's real.

I saw this old man lost his wife, lost his little daughter, oh god, his little daughter was killed by his wife, it's so pathetic.

I will also see the happy family before this catastrophe, the ordinary couples in love, and the brothers and sisters who are fighting.

And the old man's unforgettable first love, tsk tsk, his first love is so beautiful.

When I came back to my senses, to be honest, there was nothing left of this corpse.

You have to know that in terms of the ratio of more than 20 walking corpses to two people, we don't eat fast.

And these foods are really not big enough to satisfy your hunger.

But very few people wander around after nightfall, they basically come out during the day, and it seems that their motivation is to find food just like us.

It's like a food chain, isn't it?

After eating the food, we stood up one after another in twos and threes and continued walking on the road.

Uh... I suddenly found that my prediction seemed to be a little bit off. In addition to the death of one companion, another companion had a broken arm.Some of the withered bones poked out more than half of them, dangling to and fro, and looked quite painful.

If she still feels pain.

As if sensing that I was looking at her, the woman bared her teeth and howled a few times at me.

I didn't understand what she meant, but I figured that probably meant mind your own business.

I moved my eyes to the front, thinking that I'm not bothering to be nosy, I'm just a little worried that this will happen to me one day.

If one hand is broken, there will be no advantage in grabbing food.

So far my limbs are sound, and I suddenly feel so happy.

Happiness is probably the feeling of the old man's happy family.

Walking blindly on the road, the sun didn't know when it was setting, and the sky was getting dark, but it didn't reach the point where I couldn't see the road clearly.

When I got to the front of the store, I heard the bang bang bang bang again.

Damnit! Everyone's heads are turning again!

Speechlessly, I found myself turning my head too...although I've never been very talkative.

No way, let's go.

The glass was completely shattered, and there were some dried and eaten bones on the ground. When I got closer, I soon smelled some strangers.

And the smell of blood.

I think I'm a little excited, the store probably was abandoned earlier, there are still some things on the shopping shelves for people to pick up, but its location is too obvious, and who knows if there are mine in the building similar?I always thought there would be no fools wandering in looking for things.

I suddenly remembered an idiom called "wait for the rabbit".

Then I discovered to my dismay that I couldn't remember what the idiom meant.

Wandering in, the smell of blood became stronger and wafted in the air. To be honest, this would affect our judgment, because the smell was too diffuse.

I heard the sound of someone stepping on the viscous liquid, it was blood.There was a lot of blood on the ground.There is also an upside-down shelf next to it.

In front of me is a big wine cabinet, look, I'll just say there's a lot of obstructions, and now I have to go the other way.

However, just as I turned my head, I heard a "boom" behind me.

Not just me, all my companions turned their heads and looked over.

On the ground was a broken arm, half of the withered bones exposed.

The woman looked down at herself, let out a cry, and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

False alarm.

We turned around slowly, and then there was a sudden "bang" in our ears. I couldn't react and watched a companion fall down.

Then the companions around started to stir up, the speed increased a little, and they walked forward.

I stood still and hesitated.

The gunfire will attract those skinny, the food is a little hot to the touch.

The noise of "Who told you to shoot!" came from inside, I turned my head reflexively, and slowly followed those companions who were walking in front.

Then there was a second shot, and a third, and a fourth and another guy went down.

I also heard some screams and the sound of things falling from shelves.

It didn't seem like there was a lot of food either.

I was a little depressed. I just walked past a shelf when I heard some shortness of breath and the sound of trying to load a gun.

There is a person between the two rows of shelves.

I turned my head away, knowing that I might die in the next moment, but this damn conditioned reflex is really out of my control.

When I turned my head, the man's cock had already been raised, and then hit my ribs with a "bang".

You're a novice, so you're aiming for your brain.I thought as I walked forward.

The next moment it was flat, and the muzzle of the black hole should be aimed at the center of my eyebrow.

But the man didn't pull the trigger.

Out of bullets?God is so good to me?I walked between the shelves and it was dark all of a sudden.

But it's not right... if he ran out of bullets, he should have fired a single shot and then panicked.

I continued to walk forward, the man became short of breath, retreated subconsciously, and lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Haha, is this person stupid?Even I can see a wine bottle next to it, pick it up, smash it and poke it, you can live a little longer.

It was too dark between the shelves, and I couldn't see the figure of that person, but the increasingly unsteady breathing told me that this guy was alive.

is food.

Just when I was thinking that there would be no companions around to follow me to have a good meal, there was a sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong from the outer shelf, and then a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the trembling gun-holding hand of the man. , and half an arm dangling on the shelf...

Eldest sister, you are really persistent now that you are like this.

The man on the inside gasped, his hand and his penis were grabbed and he couldn't shoot, so he reflexively took a wine bottle with the other hand, broke it in half and stabbed it into the woman's chest. in mind.

That must have hurt.

The sharp half of the wine bottle was still in the man's hand, and the guy on the other side of the shelf had already fallen. I heard the sound of nibbling behind me, the occasional gunshot, and someone yelling to get out.

But all I could see in my eyes was the man's face reflected in the light from the clean shelves.

A shrunken version of... uh, no, a normal size... that person.

I suddenly remembered...the thing I saw when I passed by during the day should actually be called a poster...

It's getting quieter outside.

The wine bottle in the man's hand shook, and the penis also shook, and then they all fell down.

He leaned against the wall, frowning slightly, looking at me with watery eyes.

It seems sad.

In the memory of the old man, the changed wife walked towards him and his little daughter. It seemed that the two of them had the same expressions. Then the wife grabbed the daughter, and the old man wailed and hit his wife on the head with a bat.

I stopped, feeling a little weird.The gap between the teeth is itchy, and I want to pounce on it to eat.

I'm hungry and I'm not full yet.

But I didn't make a gesture to open my mouth either.

There was some noise behind me, my companions, they probably smelled or saw that there was a living person here, and they wanted to come up to try something new.

I moved my feet and continued to move closer to him.

He closed his eyes, turned his head to one side, and something shiny slipped down his face from his eyes.

The footsteps behind me gradually accelerated.

I had no choice but to keep going, or they would get ahead of me.

Then the most incredible thing in the world happened.

Such a critical moment!Couldn't that unlucky woman just sweep the wine bottle back!Do you know that it is immoral to trip someone up!

I actually fell down!

Coincidentally, the outstretched two dirty hands slid down the shoulders of the person in front of him, making the person's unclean light blue shirt even more dirty.

I bumped my head on his arm, and the blood on my face seemed to stick to him.

The man's body shook.

Then the second unbelievable thing today - he actually reached out to help me.

My head gradually moved away from his arm, and I gritted my teeth unconsciously, only to get nothing.

It doesn't feel good to have your own teeth colliding.

I stood up straight, but the footsteps behind me stopped, and a few wine bottles rolled out.I followed the sound and had a conditioned reflex again.

And the two companions who were standing behind me sniffed, turned around and walked away.

Oh yes, he has a lot of dirt on him.

I turned back to look at him and he was still looking at me.

Neuropathy.

After such a big scandal, I lost my appetite for this man and followed my buddies out.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly smelled that rotten smell.

I stood at the door and looked back at the man again.

Unlike us, skinny people can distinguish between life and death through their heartbeat. Although they can only feel it at a very close distance, they must be a dead end if they notice it.

I groaned into it twice in a strange way.

That person has no companions anymore, and it seems that this is not the first time he has encountered such a thing. When I turned back at the door, he had already walked out of the shelf, looked down at his clothes, and then at me. Step up to follow.

The smell on his body confuses my own anger, but I have smelled that breath of life at close range. He can fool other companions, but he cannot fool me.

But he obviously didn't know about it.

I thought it was idiotic to watch him learn how we toddled with ease.

We still have more than ten people. If I pounce on it now, I will definitely not be full again.

Well, I think I was pretty good at math before I became like this.

Let him live a little longer.

TBC.