Doomsday city

The snow has accumulated nearly [-] centimeters high, and it is all white as far as the eye can see.

A pure world is the grace of God, but the thick black blood sprayed on the snow after the gunshot is probably also the will of God.Ingrid was in a very happy mood. She was humming a little song and waving the western sword gracefully in her hand, like a snow elf chopping off the head of a zombie, spinning and drawing a circular bloodstain. A dance that can't take your eyes off, and then a round of applause after cutting off a zombie's arm.

"Bravo!" Frieda clapped her hands vigorously.

Ingrid looked back at her and made a perfect bow.

"Hey, you look like you're in a great mood!" They were on their daily patrol, from the fortress—Frida called that villa the fortress, down the aluminum ladder from the second-floor windows, and patrolling around, prohibiting anyone The brainless corpse was too close, and it was considered a kind of entertainment for them, but it was just bloody, "What song were you humming just now? It sounds very elegant."

Ingrid took out a handkerchief and wiped off the black blood on the western sword, and then covered the corpse's face with a cloth as is often done in funerals.

"Paganini Violin Concerto No. [-] in B minor, third movement," she raised the corner of her mouth, standing like an angel in the sun in the clouds, her soft blond hair draped behind her, wearing a dark blue tweed dress, her pair of eyes almost as white as snow With a soft smile in her eyes, "my favorite piece of music that I will never forget." Bringing light to her dark life, the good times she and Esthers had together, the music that kept playing from the old radio.

Almost like a hymn.

"You're so stylish. By the way! I like death rock music, throwing guitars or knocking people off the stage!" Frieda put away her guns, their mission was over, and the road was full of zombie heads. Hunting is not fun without a target, and she doesn't want to have a romantic date with Ingrid in the ice and snow, now she just wants to go back and drink a cup of hot cocoa and lie on the sofa to live a rotten life.

"Wait," Ingrid tossed a bundle of hemp rope to Frieda, and after passing by her, she resumed her usual indifferent appearance, and said, "Don't forget what Charlotte told me, bring her a 'gift' back, and the rest I don't need to teach you what to do, do I, little Dada." Since Doreen gave her this nickname, everyone likes to tease her like this.

Broken Neck Demon Frieda turned into little Da Da?Only Doreen, who knew nothing, could figure it out.

Ingrid ignored Frieda who kept yelling behind her, and leisurely returned to the villa.She took off her coat and immediately looked for Esther. Since the 'accident' happened two days ago, Esther's attitude towards her has become even more unclear. If she wants, she can drag the soft puppet-like Esser into the room at any time Love, and she doesn't seem to object, but now she just wants to act like a baby to Esses, let her caress her back and kiss her forehead tenderly.

The villa doesn’t have much space to hide. When Ingrid went downstairs, she saw Esses playing games with Doreen and Benny in the living room. It's like visiting a relative's house at Christmas, but because of the heavy snow, we can only play together.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Mabel, who came out of the kitchen, held a mug and looked lazily at the scene of the living room. "They are playing bingo, do you want to join?" She leaned against the door frame, her pair of wine wine Staring at Ingrid's porcelain doll-like soft profile with her amber eyes, she asked softly.

"The only beautiful thing is Esther, and I don't want to disturb her peace for the time being." Ingrid looked at Esther who was upset but couldn't help smiling, her heart was as sweet as honey, she loved Esser , everyone knows that her crazy behavior and pathological obsession is only for Esther, even the youngest Benny or the newly joined Doreen, as long as anyone with eyes and a little head knows that Ingrid will destroy any Barriers that keep her from getting closer to Esther.

"Doctor! Dr. Charlotte! I hung the gift outside the transom window! Open the window and have a look!" Frieda shouted from outside, her voice was cheerful and loud, it sounded like she had prepared a surprise and couldn't wait for others to open it And praise her loudly.

"Ah! Damn it! Frieda! Get that disgusting thing away!" Charlotte cursed excitedly from the second floor. She would not praise Frieda because of her surprise, but would only be offended by her bad joke Wanted to use her as a human experiment, especially after hearing Frieda laughing and laughing, Charlotte screamed frantically.

"...She and Ingrid are going on patrol today." Vinoya sat on the only reception chair in the laboratory and muttered to himself with a headache. The zombie hanging upside down outside the transom window shook like a flag, and the rope loosened and fell heavily to the ground. She could clearly hear the sound of bones shattering, as crisp as an egg hitting the ground.

"Damn it! Oh my God! Oh... I must give her some color!" Charlotte angrily wiped the black blood dripping from the edge of the transom, threw the rag out of the window angrily, and then closed the curtains to continue working. All he could think of was how to teach Frieda a lesson, maybe poison her food?Or turn her into a zombie?

"Don't worry about that, your report is not over yet." Vinoya will not appear in the laboratory for no reason. In fact, she has set up an infirmary in the attic. She usually eats in the attic and puts all her energy into tidying up. On the mind and the Heno virus, Vinoa would only go downstairs when Charlotte was in a meeting with her.

"Yes, where did I just say that? My pen... aha, here it is, very good," Charlotte held half of the graffiti of the commentary, and scribbled out regular patterns with a pencil, followed by countless annotations, "Hey Norovirus—or mutated Heno turns these dead people into zombies, but this virus doesn't work on living people, I mean infected living people don't turn into human-eating monsters."

"According to what you said, ordinary people will not turn into zombies after being bitten, even if they are infected..." Vinoya squeezed his chin and muttered, "But the Heno virus will make the human body rapidly exhausted, and they will become zombies after dying , even if there is no death due to external force.” Before the outbreak, the Henovirus swept the world, and the virus with a second mutation could be deadly at that time, let alone now.

"That's right, so here's the interesting part!" Charlotte pulled out a notebook from the cluttered desktop, which was filled with scribbled notes, "Both you and Esther have been given inhibitors, and both died," She raised her eyes and looked at Vinoya, "As usual, you should be zombies when you wake up again, but you didn't! And you have evolved—I call this type of evolution, the inhibitor and the virus in your body conflict with each other , as far as I know, there is no such thing as an inhibitor at all, it is just a concentrated sample of Heno virus, so it is like a zombie meeting a zombie but not treating each other as food, do you understand what I mean?"

"Same kind," Vinoa exhaled and slumped back in his chair, "Inhibitors and the virus we are infected after being bitten coexist with each other, and the body is considered to not further damage the immune system after infection... That's right, Charlotte, We did stop breathing and heartbeat, but the virus didn't really 'death' us." So she should be called a carrier now, and it is known that it will not cause spread of infection except for blood contact, and it was said to be influenza at the beginning Henovirus is different.

Charlotte shrugged and drew a circle on the notebook, "As for your mutation, I think Heno is modifying your genes, I'm not sure, but it's like forced evolution, if the cave ape evolves into Modern humans need hundreds of millions of years, so Heno is doing this, but it is a catalyst, causing human cells to undergo drastic changes in a short period of time," Charlotte shaved her hair and stood up, pacing back and forth with her arms folded, "It's just evolution for a reason. If the weather evolution is one of them, then the zombies will also evolve, because it is the Heno virus itself that drives those monsters, and you are in the same situation as the zombies, preparing for something. .”

Vinoya wiped her face tiredly. She hasn't slept well for many days because of inhibitors or zombies, "I made a document," she handed a stack of papers to Charlotte, "These days are detailed The body temperature, blood sugar, blood pressure, and parts of Esther are all on it, the virus is harmless to us for the time being, all I can say is that the appetite and mood are stable for the time being, I hope these will help your research."

"Thank you," Charlotte raised the report and nodded gratefully, "Do you think we should tell other people about this? About you and Esther's mutation?" She tapped her fingers on the table, not sure Should it be published and at least warn others about the carrier?Or the human body affected by genetic mutations?

Vinoya stopped opening the door, she pondered for half a minute, and said, "Give me some time."

"Listen to you." Charlotte shrugged.

After leaving the laboratory, Mabel stood in front of Vinoa, she still had that laid-back look.

"You look very pale, Dr. York," she stroked Vinoa's cheek, and put her hand around her neck to support her, "Go back to the infirmary or go back to the room?" She asked sideways, her lips just brushed against Vino Asia's earlobe.

"I need sleep, and coffee doesn't do anything for me." She could smell the coffee on Mabel.

"You're pushing yourself too hard, Doctor York," Mabel helped her into the bedroom, and Vinoa was like a zombie whose head had been blown off, and she lay still on the bed, "Sleep well, doctor, there are still many questions Waiting for you to solve it." She smiled and covered the quilt for the half-asleep woman, and heard her muffled response before leaving the door.