Doomsday city

"What are you thinking?" Mabel held a cup of coffee and looked at the haggard Vinoa lazily.

She stepped gracefully over the scattered books and sat on the carpet leaning against the doctor.

"Let me do the math, you haven't slept for about three days? Dr. York," she took a sip of coffee and said with a faint smile, "I don't know when you will become a zombie, because humans still need to rest, but you don't seem to use it? Or are you going to exhaust yourself?"

Vinoya pressed the bridge of her nose to clear up her confused thoughts. She packed up a few medical journals with one hand, supported her body weakly with the other hand, and then covered her arms with warm palms. When Vinoya raised her face, Mabel followed suit. Kissing her sideways, the coffee-scented lips imprinted on Vinoa's cold lips, the two touched quietly, and it took a long time before they slowly moved away.

"You look terrible, doctor," Mabel lowered her eyes, leaned close to Vinoa's ear and whispered, "Want to talk to me? I can keep your troubles a secret for you," she said with a smile on her chest. She made the sign of the cross, "I promise." The soft tone seemed to be coaxing the child, but there was a hint of temptation.

A piece of paper with scribbled notes was crumpled in Vinoa's hands, she glanced at Mabel quickly, and continued to tidy up.

"I know what you want to ask, dear doctor," Mabel said casually, sliding her slender fingertips across Vinoa's cheek, where there was an obvious bruise on her cheekbone, which was not long ago when she met Ingrid. The scar left after the dispute, "I can tell you, about what I saw, and tell you everything carefully."

Like a mysterious psychic, she induced Vinoa York with a voice.

Mabel waited patiently for a response, or she was confident that Vinoa would not ignore her. Just as she drank the last sip of coffee, Vinoa stopped picking up the book. She hung her head and her long black hair surrounded her. The face that was too pale was completely covered, only the tip of the nose and tight lips were exposed.

"If you're still willing to comfort a loser." Vinoya said mockingly.

Mabel blinked, and the amber eyes of the Jiuniang class reflected Vinoya clearly.

"It was a tragedy," she relaxed, leaning back against Vinoa and said softly, "Maybe you don't have any impression, after all, you fell into a coma at the time, but you can imagine a holiday villa worth tens of millions How miserable it would be after a gas explosion, not to mention charred bodies scattered around."

Three days ago, Ingrid offered to go back to Jason Lehman's villa to rescue Esses, but it aroused Vinoa's backlash. She advocated waiting for Frida to be found before proceeding to the next step. In the fierce scuffle, Vinoa was smashed against the table by her head, and Ingrid was thrown to the ground by the doctor. It was not until Red Scorpion and Charlotte stepped forward to persuade the two to stop.

"Those people, or zombies... are left with vague shapes after being baked by high temperature, and some only have ashes." Mabel recalled the scene of stepping into the gate of the villa, and said in a low voice: "The whole house was blown up, and the air Still smelling of burnt flesh, fragments of human tissue on the floor, on the walls, everywhere, we had to use a shovel to pry open some... victim glued to the gate."

Vinoya listened quietly, but her clenched knuckles were gradually turning white.

"It's a pity that there are no survivors, not even a mouse left, all of them are dead." They couldn't guess what happened when they left the villa. After contacting her, she disappeared without a trace, "If there is a DNA test, maybe Miss Eli can be found from the charred and blurred wreckage, but unfortunately, we can only accept what we see..."

Esther Eli was dead.

Her disappearance is tantamount to death. Mabel saw the paste-like flesh and blood sticking to the bricks with her own eyes. She would not be lucky enough to think that Esses could escape the bombing with vigilance. On the contrary, she quickly accepted the fact, and the red scorpion patrolled silently. The rest of the possible hiding places in the villa, in the end, she could only tell Ingrid—there was nothing left.

Vinoya breathed lightly, and she would never forget the first words Ingrid said to her when she came back.

She said, "You loser!"

"You should stop blaming yourself, Doctor York," suddenly Mabel put his arms around Vinoa's stiff shoulders, put his chin on the woman's back, and hugged her tenderly, "The loss of an important member does hurt us a lot, but it doesn't matter. A person must be responsible for other people's lives, only ourselves—we are only responsible for our own little lives," she patted Vinoa on the back like a child, "You should learn to relax, dear Dr. York, you know It's not anyone's fault."

Mabel believes that the only one who can dominate the destiny is himself.

"But I've become timid..." Vinoya covered the side of her face with one hand, her words were choked with sobs, she turned her back to Mabel, but her body trembled uncontrollably, "As Feng Lie said, I I'm a loser... I'm avoiding the fact that everyone knows I'm a loser..."

Cold tears flowed down her fingers, she stared at the ground with her eyes wide open, and the cover of the medical journal was gradually soaked with tears.

"It's so stupid...someone like me still leads you to wander around? Damn...someone like me has no qualifications at all, look at me-a criminal, murderer, quack doctor...I should have recognized the reality a long time ago , I am nothing but a cowardly and stupid guy!" Vinoya bit her lower lip and said viciously, she tasted the smell of blood in her mouth, and the corners of her mouth twisted and twisted, "Sooner or later, I will It will kill everyone... Now Frieda, Eli, and you, Feng Lie, Red Scorpion in the future... God knows what will happen? God knows how ridiculous things I will do?"

Mabel listened quietly to Vinoa's repressed self-blame, and kept closing her arms to hug her. The coldness and trembling from the doctor made her extremely vulnerable.

"Go to his Heno! Go to his inhibitor! Go to his zombie!" Vinoya said in a broken voice, covering his eyes and weeping silently, "Go to his doomsday! Go to his criminal! Go to his ...Damn..." She forced herself to calm down, hugged her knees sobbing and buried her face in her arms, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have listened to Red Scorpion, I shouldn't have entered Union University, I shouldn't have Leading convoys across state lines, not looking for inhibitors, not getting on speedboats, not..."

A clear image came to mind, she remembered how she accused Essers of self-mutilation, and she also remembered what she once said—"Then I will bandage it for you, whether you cut it once, twice, ten times, twenty I'll help you every time, I promise."

Yes, she promises, she believes in her ability to protect the weak, but look now...

"She's dead." Vinoa said in a hoarse voice. She couldn't believe it, but in her subconscious mind she knew what would happen to Esses Eli. When she was in the villa, she knew that Esther would definitely not survive, but she kept running away. Even when Ingrid repeatedly stated that she wanted to go back and save Esther, she firmly refused.

Because she is a coward, she does not have the courage to face the truth of Esther's 'death'.

"I really envy Miss Eli," Mabel pulled away Vinoa's arm, lifted up the serious face that didn't fit the doctor, and said softly: "She is such a lucky woman, there are so many people who love her around her Miss Feng Lie, Dr. York, Mr. Wendor, Dr. Pan... really makes people jealous, isn't it?"

Vinoya bit her bleeding lower lip, and looked at Mabel with an emotional expression.

"But I have to say that death is really lucky for her." Mabel raised a soft but warm smile, and said, "Her fragility makes people want to crush it, and her hypocritical kindness makes people want to be crushed." Nausea, look at her, Doctor York, do you really think Miss Eli is the same kind of person as us? Do you think she can survive until the day the zombies disappear?"

Every word, every breath, Vinoa did not dare to say Mabel's attitude towards other people, but she could guess from the cracks that she might hate Esther Eli.

"It's cruel." Vinoya twisted the corners of his mouth.

"Bless her, Doctor York, our poor and frail Miss Eli may have become an angel, flying peacefully in a heaven full of warmth and love," Mabel pretended to cross her chest, "she may be on the rainbow Staring at us and making fun of all the stupid things we do to survive."

Vinoya lowered his eyes, putting away the fragility of the broken ground.

"Let her laugh, we can only struggle like ants anyway," she rudely wiped away the cold tears on her cheeks, "Now the only ones worth continuing are Benny Wendor and Christine, They are the only ones left with hope for a crippled world."

"I hope so, Dr. York." Mabel laughed softly.

Who can remain pure in a swamp full of mud?They are used to killing people, killing zombies, and losing their sense of trust and honor. For people living in the end of the world, only survival is the most fundamental belief. It is very common to start a shootout for a piece of moldy bread. Living in such a place , Breathing the air full of blood and stench.

Even the most ignorant and innocent babies will be dyed black and turned into demons.

If crazy Frieda is a violent guy, then Mabel is a firm believer in tragedy.

"Dear Dr. York, if you know that the ending of this drama is only death, you can look at everything more easily," she leaned forward and kissed Vinoa's ear, and said with a smile, "If you wake up alive, you will It's a challenge for a day, but don't be too sad if you die, because the end is the same for everyone, isn't it?"

Vinoa stared sideways at Mabel's amber eyes, but she couldn't see any joking intentions.

"Keep your faith, it will make you feel better." She said quietly, regaining her usual serious expression, and buried all the brokenness and embarrassment in her heart, so that no one would find out.