Doomsday city

When Esther woke up, she still couldn't find where she was.

She slowly sat up and looked around at the scattered bread utensils before remembering her current situation.

Yes, her camper was taken and she was hiding out with Frieda in the goat bakery.Looking up at Frieda who was always standing by the table, she stood there like a withered statue all night, her stiff expression and limbs made Essus feel desperate, but even so, she still would not abandon Follie Da Yi left.

After all, Esther has nothing but her.

Silently inspecting the wounds on her body, the shoulder pierced by the bullet yesterday was still intact, Essers looked at the scars in disgust and quickly put on her coat.The mutated ability allows her to heal faster than ordinary people, but it also declares the fact that she is no longer a normal human being.

Esses led Frieda out from the back door of the bakery. When the sun shone on her face in the morning, she froze in place for a few minutes. The strong sense of bewilderment made Esses unable to move forward. Cars could be seen outside the alley. The streets turned around, but she didn't know which direction to go.

"...Si...Si..." Frieda breathed out, sounding like she was calling Esther.

Essus stood without looking back, she took Frieda slightly and took a step forward.

The two walked aimlessly on the street, occasionally stopping to look for food and drinking water as they passed by shops. Esses led Frieda gradually to the suburbs, away from the dense residential buildings, and the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate , the land that has lost farming is covered with dense weeds, and various industrial parts and crashed cars are scattered on the desolate streets. Sometimes you can see gnawed skeletons lying on the road, with hollow holes and straight skulls. Look up at the clear blue sky.

Frieda's legs were stiff, clumsily letting Essus lead her like a robot, and her worn-out cloth shoes stepped through one mud puddle after another, leaving footprints on the muddy dry ground.Esses squinted against the sun, and saw a large advertising billboard beside her, with the slogan of renting out farmland written on it.

When Esses stared blankly at the fat farmer on the board, a clear engine car caught her attention.

In a society where there are more zombies than humans, it is rare to hear the sound of machines operating, which also means that there are human activities nearby. Soon, Esther's excitement immediately cooled down, and she remembered the men who pointed guns at Frieda. , and the woman who snatched her campervan, now people are no longer on the same front, and each has become selfish and brutal for their own interests.

On the bright side, she has nothing now.

The hungry Esses came to a farmhouse following the sound. The sound of machines running and engines was undoubtedly a kind of noise in the quiet farm, roaring like a monster.She carefully led Frieda to hide behind the fence, and peeped in through the gaps in the crooked planks, only to see that a farming machine was constantly emitting exhaust gas, and the noise was coming from it.

"Now you should believe me? This piece of metal is already broken! Stop wasting gasoline, Gavin," the woman who jumped off the farm machine made a thumping sound as she hit the iron plate, "It seems that we You have to plow the land with a hoe, just like your ancestors did."

"Okay..." A middle-aged man put half a barrel of gasoline back on the ground, helplessly tapped the headlights of the farming machine with a wrench, and said, "Nothing is worse than dead people moving around, at least this old iron car didn't kill us." Swallow it, right?" He finished with a hearty belly laugh, like he'd just told the funniest joke ever.

"Haha," the woman laughed reluctantly, "collect the remaining seeds, I hope the sparrows and crows won't eat them up before the weeds are gone, I don't know where to 'buy' them, Ma The Shah Garden Center is long gone."

The middle-aged man twisted his neck wearily, and said: "To be honest, I really like Martha, but it's a pity that she married an alcoholic, and she was an idle alcoholic. Oh, I should go before that bastard kills her." Save her, and maybe I'll have a baby now, well, at least a year old."

The woman shrugged her shoulders and threw the burlap bag full of sundries into a large iron bucket, "My dear old brother, did I ever say that you are becoming more and more like Dad? I always talk about boring regrets, if you If you have time, why don’t you repair the damaged fence?” She pointed to the crooked and cracked wooden planks, and said, “Look, you can see monsters everywhere that were damaged a few days ago!”

The woman screamed in horror, and Esther shrank her shoulders and backed away in fright.

"Wait! I'm not a zombie! Don't shoot!" she yelled, throwing her hands up.

The man quickly raised his shotgun to protect the woman, "Whoever you are, you'd better get out of here! We don't welcome guests!"

A strong warning came from behind the fence, and Essus, covered in cold sweat, stepped back knowingly and took Frieda to leave.

"Gavin," the woman said softly, pressing down the man's arm, "it's a refugee, I think she needs help."

"Are you crazy? How can you be sure that she is a refugee and not a cover used by some bastards to deceive us?" The man Hao said unabashedly, and Esther who was standing outside the fence could hear it very clearly, "Don't Forget that some people like to use compassion to do evil, we have met many times, Tracy, many, many times!"

He deliberately emphasized the syllables, making Essers, who was standing not far away, flinch subconsciously.

The woman patted the man on the back angrily, and whispered: "That's enough, Gavin, let me go and have a look."

She bypassed the man and quietly walked out of the fence. At this time, Esses was leading Frieda back. Under the scorching sun, the two of them were wearing dirty clothes, thin and frail, with no luggage or weapons, in a state of embarrassment. leave.The woman hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward and shouted, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Essers stopped walking, and she grabbed the coat on her chest and turned back slowly and hesitantly.

Looking over Frieda's shoulder, a woman wearing a vest was standing by the fence. She had short flaxen hair, skin dyed a healthy wheat color, and brown eyes that were vigilant but soft.Another man came out from behind the woman, his profile was somewhat similar to hers, but his eyes were very unkind.

"Tracey...that's..." The man frowned tightly, and pointed the shotgun at Frieda in the next second and shouted: "Monster!"

"Don't shoot!" Esses quickly pulled Frieda behind her, and hurriedly said, "She's my friend! Not a zombie! No...don't shoot, she won't hurt anyone! I promise, she won't... ..." He stepped back while speaking, his eyes were full of begging for mercy and fear.

The woman stared at Frieda in disbelief, then stopped the man from pointing the shotgun at Esthers.

"We can't let you in, but if you need refuge," she raised her hand to the villa next to the street, "Mr. Feeney's villa can be given to you. He has been away for a long time," the woman paused, then continued Said: "I will ask Gavin to send some food later, I think you will need it."

Essers couldn't recover for a long time, she was surprised to see the woman whispering in the man's ear again, no matter what she said, the man's unfriendly eyes gradually softened, and finally he had to nod in compromise.

Mr. Feeney's villa is just opposite to the woman's residence. It is an ordinary low room, but it is as luxurious as a castle to Esther. Her eyes were flushed.Mr. Feeney is an old farmer. A picture of him standing in the pumpkin festival competition hangs in the porch. No matter where he goes, Esther believes that Mr. Feeney will never come back.

She quickly confirmed that all the windows were closed and the curtains were closed. The low house had only one bedroom, and the space on the second floor was full of sundries and various agricultural books. To be on the safe side, she sealed the sliding door leading to the second floor and put Frieda Settled in the bedroom on the first floor.When Esses blocked the back door of the kitchen, there was a knock on the only entrance.

A cart was placed in front of the gate, which contained two bottles of drinking water and half a loaf of white toast.

"It's better to stay there until we confirm that you are completely clean, I mean, there is no threat of infection," said the man after the iron gate of the front yard was chained from the outside, and the man pulled the iron gate vigorously, "If you voluntarily If you escape, you will be killed regardless of whether you are normal or not."

Esther picked up water and food, and the man kept staring at her with a sullen face.

"This is what we do." The man said seriously.

Essers showed no resistance or disgust, she lowered her head and said lightly, "Thank you."

The man's frown relaxed with a word of thanks, he rubbed his nose, and before Essers turned to enter the door, he said, "My name is Gavin—Gavin Yin, and the other person is my sister Trish, if you If you need help, you can call us, we are in the fields from nine in the morning until the sun goes down, if you call loudly, we will hear you."

Facing the kindness shown by the man, Esther raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, "I'm Esther Eli," she pursed her lips, showing an unnatural smile, "My friend is Foley Da." After she finished speaking, she quickly ducked back into the house and locked the door, as if avoiding a salesman.

When the man came home, the woman was sitting on the sofa and thinking. She was holding a yellowed old photo in her hand, and she looked a little sad. Of course, Gavin knew what his sister was thinking. All by each other's side.

"I won't blame you for keeping her, okay?" The man patted the woman's shoulder helplessly, and said, "Although she has a... well, friend, I won't say it, as long as she can observe If she is healthy and alive during the period, we can help her more and make her a part of us."

The woman raised a gratified smile, and stroked the portrait in the photo with her fingertips, "I just didn't expect anyone to do that."

"Bringing a monster?" The man shrugged, "Emotions can't be cut with scissors, just like us and Liv," he sighed deeply, "I have to say that's not a good idea, but There's no way to leave naughty little sissy or get her... finished, we can't do that."

"Fortunately, Liv 'escaped' by herself," the woman covered the photo on the table with one hand, "Do you think she will be happy?"

"If you're asking Liv, I bet she's doing better than us, Tracy," the man put his arms around the woman's shoulders, rubbed his short bearded chin against her cheek, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, The smartest little girl in the family, Liv, will never let herself suffer, dear old sister."