Doomsday city

In the distance, the fire flickered among the trees, like a spark that was about to be blown away by the wind in its final struggle.

Benny snatched up an expensive coat that his stepmother would never have bought him out of her own pocket, and stared stupidly at the lower encampment.Occasionally, you can hear the hearty laughter of a few girls or boys, and you can also see dancing shadows in the woods. The atmosphere there is very harmonious, just like a summer camp around the fire at night, telling ghost stories or secretly speaking pornography.

"Hey, little Ben, what are you doing here?" Frieda was holding a thermos in her hand, which exudes a strong aroma of coffee. The fence dangled leisurely with legs hanging, "Isn't it great?" She raised her chin towards the camp area, "A farmer drove his wife and children in a minivan, and when he met someone in distress along the road, he rolled down the window, heartily. Say 'Hey, boy! Would you like a ride!' and hit the road happily, ha! Nice guy, isn't he?"

Cave Rosen, a kind-hearted farmer who rushed to the north from the countryside to seek refuge.

Benny scratched his messy brown hair, imitating Frieda and sitting on a dangerous slope, "Why don't you join them? I mean, more people are more powerful, right? We can take turns keeping vigil, or help find them." More food, why doesn't Vinoa agree?" He drooped his shoulders dejectedly.

Frieda chuckled a few times and rumpled Benny's already messy hair, "Oh, poor little Benny is homesick, isn't he? Don't worry, I can take you there," she pointed to the distant camp, He chuckled softly: "Sneaking past Vinoa, Mabel, Ingrid, Charlotte, and Esses of course, I think the kind-hearted farmer is willing to take in a ten-year-old boy. They eat muffins and syrup and sleep in some nice clean hotels along the way, don't you think?"

Benny wrinkled his nose in displeasure. He might be homesick, and to be precise, he missed the "normal" days not long ago, but Frieda's words made him feel underestimated, and the malicious ridicule made him want to howl: That's right!I just want to be on that team!Eat muffins with syrup and sleep on soft, fluffy pillows!It would be great to have a golden retriever!

But Benny didn't yell. He knew Frieda was trying to provoke him.

"Frida, Vinoa is looking for you," Charlotte walked slowly, and snatched the thermos from Frieda's hand, "I think the captain would be interested in chatting with you about why there is only Half a barrel, and the remains of those snacks that were thrown all over the floor."

"Oops! I forgot to destroy the corpse!" Frieda wiped her face in pain, then smiled and winked at Benny, "Little Ben, if you need help, just tell me, I will definitely help you , because we are friends."

Charlotte raised her foot impatiently to kick her ass, but was easily dodged. Frieda snatched back the thermos and ran off the road yelling.Charlotte pursed her lips and muttered a few times, then looked back at the campground not far away where the flames were extinguished. It only took a few seconds for her to guess what Benny was thinking, and she was pretty close.

"Benny, do you want to talk to me?" Charlotte looked down at the lonely boy from behind.

He's only ten years old, which should be the age for running on the court or playing pranks in the classroom.

But he was pushed onto the cruel stage by the end of the world, facing cold weapons and man-eating monsters.

Charlotte stared at his old and melancholy back and cursed irritably, then simply turned around him, making sure that those stubborn eyes were looking at her, and said, "Listen, Benny, no matter what Frieda told you just now, Don't believe her, or what she said to you. Although we are a team, we should trust each other, but you should stay clear on the moral level. Frieda is a murderer. Even if she puts a smile on her face and gets close to you, she Still a killer, a human, a demon! You cannot be influenced by her."

Benny's originally angry expression became dazed, followed by a look of surprise and sudden realization.

"That's right, I forgot that you are murderers!" Benny was as embarrassed as he remembered that the door key was on the dining table, but he was locked out of the door. Because he had been with him for so long, he forgot that these people were not normal, so he longed for it. Join the farmer team, they are the people you are familiar with.

"Wait a minute, boy, I have no criminal record, you'd better take back that sentence," Charlotte was very pleased with Benny's recovery, but she had to clarify that she was not a murderer, unlike the group of women who were once imprisoned, "In short, you just need to be perfunctory with Frieda's words. Don't be dragged away by her thinking. I don't want to see a ten-year-old child being spoiled by her. I'm serious." This world is bad enough.

"Do you want to join them?" Suddenly, as if he had found a companion, Benny pointed to the camp not far away, and said excitedly: "We can ask Cave to let us join, after all, we are...uh, ordinary citizens, we are not in danger, So Cave will let us go together!"

Charlotte raised her eyebrows, pressed Benny to point at the hand not far away, and said, "Benny," her voice was a little low, as if she was thinking about her choice of words.And Benny, who was guided by her emotions, also looked at Charlotte seriously, his thin and dry lips opened and closed, and said, "What do you think is the survival rate with such a team?"

Her words were lost in a gust of wind, and at last the flames in the distance were extinguished.

Esses looked up at the campsite, only darkness remained.

"Essers?" What happened earlier made Essers somewhat resistant, and Ingrid deliberately kept a polite distance from her, sitting opposite the fire with a look of concern.

She put away the half-eaten bread and shook her head, "I'll go back to the car first, please let me know before the night watch."

Vinoa looked up at Esther and then at Ingrid, subconsciously stirring the spoon in the bowl in his hand, the heated instant soup is better than the real soup, chemical seasoning can always make more delicious It's a pity that she is not in the mood to enjoy the soup. "Take another 10 minutes and put out the fire immediately after eating."

Frieda yawned out of boredom, and said, "I'll keep watch first." Then she moved into a comfortable position and closed her eyes to fall asleep.

Ingrid didn't eat. She sat for a few minutes and got up and walked in the direction of Esses. Mabel immediately called out: "Ingrid, your car is the one in front. You are going the wrong way." Pointing to the white car ahead. In the SUV, those amber eyes like wine are filled with a smile but no warmth.

Ingrid didn't stop, she gave Mabel a middle finger sideways, opened the car door and sat in.

After nightfall, the temperature was extremely low, and there was no snowfall due to the lack of moisture, but this temperature was very abrupt in the season that should have been summer.Disordered seasons and man-eating monsters, all kinds of irresistible events followed one after another. In fact, they were only a month away from the world that used to function normally, and now they have all deteriorated.

"I'm sorry about this morning." Ingrid sat on the back seat, only thirty centimeters away from Esther, "I'm sorry, Esther." Her voice echoed in the narrow car, even if she didn't speak loudly, Esser Si can also clearly hear her every word, as clear as a drama performance, with a tragic tone that makes people unconsciously soften.

However, Esses didn't even look at her, she just pulled up her winter coat and rested against the car window.

After a while, she heard Ingrid choking softly and opening the car door, and there were small voices outside, maybe it was Charlotte or Vinoa, she was not sure.Hui Wen's hands and feet made her fall into a hazy state of consciousness. Not long after someone got into the car, the swaying figure was sitting in the co-pilot, and then a coat was thoughtfully covered on her body, and the faint temperature from the fabric made Esses fall into sleep , she fell asleep, and slept deeply.

Until a violent tremor woke her up, Esther opened her eyes in fear.

The gas exhaled from the mouth turned into a white mist, and the temperature was lower than before falling asleep.

She clasped her hands nervously, the strong feeling of falling in the dream just now made her uneasy, and when she recovered, she realized that she was still sitting in the car, and everything was not different.She was covered with a coat, and Esther thought dully that it was Vinoa's down jacket. She pulled the coat and moved her body to look out. The warmer window was covered with mist.

Esses squinted her eyes and stretched out her hand to wipe it. She was so frightened that she hit the back of the chair in an instant. She covered her mouth hard, otherwise she would scream uncontrollably.

Zombies!

There were finished snack bags thrown around the extinguished fire, and several zombies walked back and forth slowly, while others seemed to be in a 'sleep state' standing by the road not far away.The sky was dark, and she could only look for her teammates by the faint moonlight. Unfortunately, she didn't see anyone, and she was the only living person on the empty road.

Strong uneasiness came like a tidal wave, she forced herself to calm down, but she took out the wireless earphones with trembling hands and put them on, "I'm Esther...you...where are you?" Swallowing a few times, Esther lowered her voice in fear, there was a zombie a few feet away from her, with its head facing her car window impartially, even though they had no vision, Esser was still stared at with hairs all over, "...Is anyone there? ...I am Essex...please answer if you hear...please answer if you hear..."

"... here... hiss..." About ten minutes later, Esses heard a slight sound from the earphone.

Suddenly, as if grasping for a life-saving straw, Esses pressed the earphone excitedly, "...I'm in the car...where are you?...Did you hear me? I'm in the car..." Maybe she felt the volume was too loud, Esses vigilantly raised her head to notice the zombies not far away, she shrank her body on the foot mat, slightly revealing half of her head.

Fortunately, it's still there.

Esther breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly went 'pop! A bloody palm slapped on the car window, leaving bloody red marks on the car window. Esses closed her eyes in horror. Disturbing noises came from the earphones while her thoughts were chaotic. She squeezed the earphones, resisting the urge to burst into tears Trembling: "... outside the car... there are zombies outside the car... I... I can't get out..."

Snapped! ──

"They're coming...no...everyone is fine...is anyone there..." The purple lips kept opening and closing.

A blood palm was pasted on the front window, and then another.Essers pursed her lips, the strong sense of isolation made her feel uneasy, the rustling of zombies and earphones kept coming from her ears...

"Gah!──"