Doomsday city

There was a sound like metal hitting when the shovel plunged into the frozen ground.

Esther stood by the kitchen window and looked out. Kunna had already dug a pit dozens of feet away to give Old John a familiar resting place in the potato field. This was Old John's insistence. To be buried in his favorite ground and to sleep with a bottle of 56 year old whiskey.

In this crazy world, dying as a human being is considered the last dignity.

After Old John said goodbye to Kunna, he asked her to end this farce-like performance by herself.Kunna didn’t cry at that time, she just handled the rest of the work herself with red eyes—digging the tomb, burying it, filling it with soil, and then removing the fence and erecting it on a slightly raised mound as a tombstone. Simple funeral, no Condolences, relatives and friends, flowers, only the white cold snow and solemnity.

Old John is dead.

Yes, he died.

Essers silently watched Kunna standing beside the cemetery smoking a cigarette. On the white canvas, only mounds, shovels and smoking women remained. It looked bleak but unexpectedly harmonious, like an intermission. It was too easy to fight zombies, and even made Esses reluctant to break the fragile peace.

At night, she and Kunna sat at the dining table to dine, the spoons and bowls colliding with each other made a crisp sound, a cold meal bag and instant pumpkin soup, this dinner seemed very luxurious in a state of insufficient food, compared to eating canned Potato scum, they had every reason to be thankful for God's gift, even if Essus wouldn't do that, and so would Kunna.

"Should we leave?" Esther asked, swallowing the bread in her mouth.

"Of course, there is nothing left here." Kunna threw the cigarette pack on the table and took a deep breath. "Maybe we can plan a trip. Where do you want to go? The seaside? The jungle? Or city sightseeing ?” She put her legs on the dining table easily, and the unmelted snow was stuck under the thick boots, and Esther could even hear the hidden smile in her tone.

She wasn't sure if Kunna was making fun of her question.

A hostage who avoided a shootout, and a cop who was sentenced for manslaughter.

This crazy world doesn't need any more jokes.

Esses shook her head and looked up at Kunna, "I don't know." Maybe I'll shoot myself a bullet in the head, because all the demons have come to the world, maybe hell is like an empty city, who knows?

"It's okay," Kunna shrugged. "Anyway, the blizzard is still strong, and it's not too late to discuss it tomorrow." After she finished speaking, she got up and left the restaurant. Essers heard that Kunna went upstairs and made no further movement.

She simply cleared the dinner plate and walked around the living room.The trap that stabbed her was randomly thrown behind the door. Kunna set up many traps outside, it is said to prevent zombies from appearing from time to time, and it was just an accident that she was trapped. Kunna said that it was her first time To catch a living human being, I originally planned to exchange her for some food, but now I don't need it.

There is a bulletin board hanging on the mottled wall, on which there are many newspaper clippings pinned with pins, most of which are yellowed plant growth records, and there are also a few five-year-expired massage discount coupons. In the town of Gasia not far from here, essential oil massage And the leaflet of the hair washing discount made Essus couldn't help showing a smile. How nostalgic the simple and boring portrayal of 'normal' is, especially the urban life full of air pollution and noise. She also lived the same before she entered the prison. day.

Among them, the close-up photo of potatoes caught her attention, and Essers found another photo pressed behind the photo, hiding behind it a little deliberately.She glanced at the stairs for a while, and quietly took down the two photos at the same time. It was Old John, who was at least 40 years old, standing in the potato field and smiling very heartily, and accompanied by two girls, also red Their braids rested on their shoulders, and they were wearing identical water blue striped shirts standing with their backs facing each other. Yes, they were dressed in the same way, but the temperament revealed from their eyes was completely different.

No one would say 'what lovely twins' because they look like fundamentally different people.

One was Kunna, and the other was never mentioned by Old John.

Weird, Esther thought to herself.

She pinned the photo back to the bulletin board, and continued to search for clues in the living room. Esther felt a little concerned about a daughter who was related to Kunna but was not remembered.

She felt she should find some evidence to reassure herself, whether it was about Kunna or 'the one' who looked like Kunna.

The cabinets were quite messy, with bills, insurance, and toolboxes all stacked together without any order. Esther let out a breath to calm herself down, and then opened all the crumpled papers, and there were some jammed drawers at the bottom Later, she found a police academy graduation certificate, which clearly stated ── Kunna Greco, but the photo made Essus stunned.

Kunna, or the woman in the photo is not the same person as the Kunna she knows.

There are two girls next to the young old John, one looks kind and smiles shyly, the other looks a bit mischievous, there are some weird thoughts in her eyes, this girl may be thinking about how to play a prank or what she just did to cause headaches thing.

Apparently the Kunna on the diploma is the one who keeps her own life.

What about the 'Kunna' upstairs?

Esther swallowed, she put the graduation certificate back in the drawer and moved her stiff body to sit on the sofa.She was surrounded by guns and ammunition in the living room. Those weapons that had been unloaded and hidden by 'Kunna' were quietly placed by the wall, exuding invisible pressure.

Kunna Greco is the captain of the second unit of the Jieer Township Police Department.

The clues held by Esses are very few, and partly from the self-introduction of 'Kunna', she doesn't know who the other guy is, but she can be sure that the woman upstairs told a big lie, to her and the dead old john.

Damn, she clenched her hands, her white joints made a crackling sound, and the iron chains on her ankles suddenly made her feel weak. This ghostly place, that 'Kunna' with an unknown attitude and the weapons all over the room made her breathless gas.

That night, Esses sat on the sofa all night, listening to the wind and snow outside the window, thinking about what she should do.

The next day, when Kunna went downstairs, she was a little surprised when she found cold toast and a hard-shell black box with an electronic sandwich on the dining room table.She pulled out the chair and sat down, with bread in her mouth, tapped the table with her fingers and raised her chin to stare at Esses, "Did you go to the storage room?" That dilapidated storage room separated by wooden boards under the stairs.

Esses accidentally discovered a 'little secret' inside, which was the hard-shelled black box on the table that looked sophisticated and firm.

"What's inside?" She clasped her hands, thinking that she should find out what this ridiculous kidnapping was for before she died.

For food?Ghost letter!

The only luck now is that 'Kunna' was not allowed to send her back. Things have obviously changed.

Kunna swallowed the bread in her mouth, covered her neck with one hand and twisted it a few times, "I should change my pillow, that piece of cloth with all the cotton crumbled made me sleep bad all night." She muttered, He didn't intend to explain what's inside the black box, or answer any questions from Esses, "You don't seem to be able to sleep well either, huh? Your dark circles look like they've been drawn with a strange stroke."

"Kunna." Esses softened her voice, she knew that she was a hostage and could be killed at any time.Kunna always had a reason for keeping her, and the truth was always twisted and twisted, especially when she found a black locked box in the storage room. Everything became dangerous.

'Quinna' might still be 'Quinna' while Old John was alive.

But now, she seemed too lazy to pretend.

"What do you want to know?" Kunna touched her pocket habitually, and Kunna plucked her hair irritably after she finished smoking.

A sense of crisis inherent in animals made Esses tense up.

She would not back down, so she chose to sit opposite Kunna, separated by a hard-shell black box, as if she was going to negotiate or prepare to confess to each other, "Kunna Greco?" Her ending voice rose slightly, asking the opposite Woman Kunna Greco is her real name?

Then 'Kunna' answered her without hesitation, "No."

Esther took a breath quietly. She thought of any way to escape last night, and finally she came to a conclusion.

──NO Way.

Unless she kills Kunna with a grenade, or finds a way to amputate her right leg and risk bleeding to death, climb back along the snowy road without being noticed by Kunna, all of this is too ridiculous!What else did she expect?Now that the hunter is pointing a gun at her head, and she will die with just a slight pull of the trigger, does she still pray that God will come to save her?No, maybe Satan can't wait to drag her into hell.

A lie wrapped in honey is suffocating, no need to stuff it with more lies.

Quina Greco is not really 'Quina Greco' at all.

"What do you want?" Esther asked calmly.

"Ah, let me ask the question now." Kunna waved her index finger to make Essers shut up, "How did you do it?" She raised her eyebrows and stared at Esses with interest, "I mean , your injury healed very quickly, the left leg that was stabbed by the trap has healed? It’s weird, I spent a whole month recovering from the trap, but you one day? No, maybe half a day?”

Esses froze for a moment, and moved her gauze-wrapped left leg back, thinking she was careful enough.

"Oh? So you were born like this? Can wounds heal quickly? Like the special effects that appear in vampire movies?" Kunna suddenly pulled out a dagger from her boots and jumped onto the table, grabbed Esses by the collar and slashed the blade across On her neck, the oozing wound closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it healed even before the blood stained the collar. "Damn it! It's terrible!" Kunna was laughing.

Esther grabbed her wrist and glared at her, "Let me go."

"Oh, yes, I will let you go, but I won't let you go," Kunna pulled her closer, the tip of their noses touching the tip of their noses, the sharp blade pointing at Esther's heart, "It's really valuable, no Is it? If there is a circus now, I will definitely sell you to those guys, or become your manager to get a lot of money." She pinched Esther's cheek like teasing a child, "It's a pity that the world is now Doomsday, but don't worry, I know there is a place where you are needed, my dear custard."