Doomsday city

"Essers," Ingrid held the flustered face and called softly, "My Essers."

She is as gentle as a kind mother in a movie. Even if the rebellious child is badly hurt, she still shows a doting look after the other party confesses and tolerates her without reservation. This is what Ingrid is like at this time, showing extraordinary love , or a smile mixed with inexplicable emotions quietly approached Esses, and offered her trembling lips.

The kiss was bitter and long, without passion and lust just overlapping.

"I love you," Ingrid pressed against the corner of Esses's lips, and breathed out with her eyes closed, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..." Like an old man On the old record player, the jumping needle keeps repeating a certain paragraph. Ingrid's words are like hypnosis, hoping that Esther will believe her in a low and sweet way.

Trust every word she says.

Essers finally regained her breath. She took a breath and swung Ingrid away, but she pushed her forward on the sofa. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't push her away, and she was firmly clamped in her arms.

"I love you, Esther." Her dull eyes stared straight at the woman below her. Ingrid smiled dotingly, leaned down and pressed her lips to Esther's smooth cheek, leaning forward Asked in her ear: "Do you love me?"

The sense of crisis made Essers stop resisting, and she turned her gaze back to Ingrid's face inch by inch.

She is a soulless doll, a beautiful old ceramic doll locked behind a glass window, Esther thought with trembling lips.The rhetorical question lingered in her ears, and the word 'love' was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

"Oh, my Essers, you don't understand the taste of love, do you?" Ingrid seemed to see through Esses's thoughts, she rested her head on the woman's chest, and said with a hint of a smile in her tone, "It's boring Life paralyzes you, get rid of any uneasy factors, live in the shadows safely and with low self-esteem, yes, your life is well arranged, there are very few chances of accidents, even kidnapping me or being sentenced to prison are all planned of."

Esther could not feel the threat from the words, until Ingrid stroked her slender fingers on her neck, and warm tears dripped down her cheeks, Esers was surprised to find Ingrid's expression Incredibly twisted.

"You've changed, my Esther has changed," manicured nails scratched Essex's skin, "but how could you? You'd disrupt everything, the plans that were laid, and all that I knew You have all changed..."

The inexplicable accusation caused Esther to bite her lips. She looked directly at Ingrid's painful eyes, and she couldn't see Ingrid or herself from those gray eyes.

"You don't understand me, do you?" Ingrid smiled self-deprecatingly, moved her fingertips to Esther's lips and tapped a few times, choked up and said, "You are no longer honest, my love, you I know the little secret of Vinoa York." Her eyes were like a dead person's with a smile, and tears kept falling on Esther's cheeks like raindrops.

Esther felt as if someone had viciously stirred her thoughts with a mixer.

"Tell me—are you really in love with Vinoa York?" Ingrid's voice was not loud, but it contained strong anger and jealousy, and she clearly counted Esther's guilt, "Ha! The truth is in front of you, your eyes betrayed you, Esses, you looked at Vinoa like a woman who expects attention, a very ordinary woman. You fell in love with her, and she also cared about you , cares about you more than she thinks..."

Esther turned her head away in embarrassment, but Ingrid pinched her jaw and turned back.

She smiled distortedly, her expression was both happy and painful, "It doesn't matter, my love, since you can give your heart to Vinoa, you must give it to me," she said with her fingertips running down her neck, touching Beating heart, "If you look down on the poor soul like a fair god, I will be willing to dedicate my whole life and love to you, but you can't just set your sights on 'one' person, you can't be so selfish."

Being stripped of the truth made Essers flustered. This emotion was as embarrassing as when she was ridiculed by everyone for wearing a reverse sweater at the age of 11. "Stop talking..." She choked up and begged for mercy, hoping that Ingrid would let her go.

"It's okay, Esther," Ingrid wiped away Esser's tears, and said softly, "As long as you treat me as you did to her, Esser, share your love with me too." , It doesn’t matter even if it’s fake, I want you to care and care about me, just like I do to you.”

is it possible?

"... Esses, my Esses," Ingrid bent down with a tearful smile, and leaned against her neck to rub against her neck like a wounded puppy, "Don't break my heart, you know I can't live without you, Esther, if you give your love to Vinoa, I will be so jealous, I will go crazy with jealousy, I will kill the person who occupies you, cut that person's throat with my own hands in front of you, and kill her I offer you my head, you know I will, Esther, I will do anything for you," warm breath fell on her cheeks, and the words of pleading slipped through her earbones like a snake letter, Ingrid grinned Standing up straight up, those mysterious iron-gray eyes were shining like stars again, "Tell me, Esther, do you love me?"

A promise is also a transaction.

Esther was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed out a word from her tight lips.

A sentence that Ingrid Vonliet will never forget until she dies.

She made a choice, just like in a dream where there are zombies in front of her and a cliff behind her, no matter which side is a dead end.When she admitted that she was attracted to Vinoah York, Ingrid behind her put her claws on her neck, only Esther didn't notice it.

However, compared with those unimaginable emotional problems, the fact that Ingrid voluntarily became an experimental product seems simple and clear.When Essus was told that Ingrid had fallen into death in her bed the next day, Benny was amazed at how calmly she accepted the fact.

"Ingrid was injected with inhibitors and zombie blood! She's dead! Esses! Ingrid is dead!" Benny clenched his fists and kept waving, jumping excitedly, "You should stop Ingrid! So good! You should act like a friend to prevent her from becoming a test subject!"

"Hey, little Ben, calm down," Frieda plucked her ears, and said with a smile, "Poor Esses must be too shocked to speak, if you stimulate her again, Esses will cry like a little girl Oh." The nasty joke echoed through the living room, and no one took Frieda's words as consolation.

Esther stood up restlessly, her flustered expression seemed to be fleeing from the prank scene, but she accidentally collided with Doreen who was coming around the corner, "Oh...I'm sorry..." The water glass fell to the ground, Esther tried to clean up the mess on the rug.

It couldn't get any worse, Esther wailed inwardly.

But Doreen's next reaction told her things could get out of hand.

"Don't come here!" The scream disrupted the calm, Esses looked at the trembling woman in front of her in surprise, she bit her lower lip and backed away in fear, with sharp glass shards at her feet, "Don't come near me again! You are, you are the carrier, you have the Henovirus!"

She was feared like a monster.

Mabel looked at everything silently with her arms folded, and a slight smile flowed from her amber eyes like wine.What could be more interesting than the end of the world?Perhaps under God's watchful eye, these farces are His expectations, and the zombies are just catalysts for depravity and mania.

"I'm not...a zombie..." Esses hugged her arms involuntarily, her whole body trembling violently, she muttered repeatedly, "I'm not a zombie...I'm a human...not a zombie...a human..."

"You've been infected, hasn't your wound from the bullet blasted yesterday healed? You're not human at all...you're infected...you'll become a zombie too! You're a zombie!" Doreen yelled nervously , those out-of-focus eyes stared at Esses, pointed at her and screamed: "Get out of here! You're going to kill us! Just like those rotting corpses would do! Kill us all!"

"I won't... I won't... I won't..." Esses curled up covering her eyes, knelt on the ground and said in pain.She didn't want to mutate, to be injected with inhibitors, to be eaten by zombies, or to become a monster, but she had no choice, everything was forced to happen.

In fact, as Doreen said, she will become a zombie.

"That's enough! Miss Doreen Brown!" Charlotte sternly stopped the confrontation, she wiped her face, and quickly went downstairs to stand between Doreen and Esther, "Now, you'd better tell Esther Apologies, you said very nasty things to her, whether you meant it or not."

"Apologize? To a zombie? Are you kidding me, Charlotte," Doreen stood up tremblingly, tightened her jacket and took a few steps back, "Esther is the carrier and you are still protecting her, don't you?" Have you forgotten those cruel zombies? Have you forgotten how those monsters bit your important family and friends!"

Even if they forget, Doreen will not forget, she will never forget the painful days when she hid alone in the room for several days, and she hates being lied to, especially for such a dangerous and important thing, she almost thought that The team deserves all the credit.

"Doreen Brown!" roared Charlotte angrily.

"Hey," Seeing Doreen running back to the room shaking her head like a rebellious girl, Frieda whistled and walked forward slowly. She made a calming gesture and smiled, "Don't be so excited, Frankenstein, the end of the world is coming soon!" Just start, don't make a fuss, you know Doreen is an innocent girl who loves to dream, you shouldn't yell at her like that, you'll break her heart like glass," he said, stepping on the shards of glass on the floor, "still Yes, you really looked like an old lady just now."

"Shut up! Frieda." Charlotte gritted her teeth angrily.

When the two quarreled back and forth, only Mabel noticed that Esther left silently.She walked quietly behind Esses with her enviable beautiful legs, like a dangerous and calm cheetah, which hides itself by inertia before killing the enemy.

Until the moment of fluttering.