Your Highness, zombies are coming

"Oh, God, that's Cardiff, how did he get there." A college student murmured, his eyes fixed on the direction of the monster, which was held in his hand and tasted like a Coke can, It was the classmate who was talking to him a few minutes ago - the timid ones were already crying, and before they did something hysterical, Luna directly closed the door of the van.

She's fought these things before and knows what it's like to get in a car and run away - those eight-legged things will crawl over the hordes of zombies, then jump on top of your car, ram or cut at the easiest part to get in, and wait Let him open the tin can and eat the meat.

"All attack." She said, facing backwards, the two mutants behind also followed. Their upper body still had the outline of a human being, but their backs were bulged, and there seemed to be some kind of tumor wrapped there, and the skin was stretched. If it is transparent, the things inside will still stir.The sight was so chilling that no one knew what might be inside.

"I bet it was the 'little spiders' we met last time, they found a host, and they turned into this ghost." Roman said, he and Issa were still standing at the exit of the gas station.

"The base can't prevent these bugs." Issa said, he thought of the mutant who could walk on the house like a flat ground. At first, the monster was finally beaten into a sieve, and it collapsed on the ground, with its head drooping heavily , the hump on the back became more and more prominent, and the place quickly burst open with a sizzling sound, like the bursting of ripe fruit-a spider crawling out of it was six inches in diameter, with a messy The slime jumped to the ground in one fell swoop.

"There is only one..." Roman stayed for a while, and then analyzed: "The content of the virus is decreasing, and it has no way to increase its density in the continuous parasitism, that is to say, they can continue to grow outside the organism, but the host In the future, its total amount cannot be changed.”

He looked at Issa's left wrist, every second since just now, those limited viruses are advancing towards the only end point, the meninges, and then they will paralyze the nerves there, gradually causing human brain death - a simulation of the symbiont The machine has put a whole set of analysis in front of him, and under the existing conditions, there is no way to reverse this process.

"Don't stand there stupidly," said Issa. He patted Roman on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. He looked at the other two mutants with claws and claws, and said, "I have an idea, you can Kill the two big guys in one go."

Roman nodded, he tried his best to make himself look calm, and joked about monsters as usual, he looked at the other person, as if he couldn't control this impulse at all - thinking that this person would die, and he had no way To stop it, this is simply the most terrible punishment in the world.

He must suppress this spreading despair, there will always be a way, Roman thought, even if he was trapped on an uninhabited planet, he finally escaped - and the most important thing now is to solve a little trouble, He needs to concentrate on studying that ghost thing instead of wasting time outside.

"Just lead them to this fuel tank." Issa knocked on the metal box, and a dull voice came out. Except for the broken oil pipeline, the tank of No. 97 gasoline was intact.

Roman made a gesture of understanding, he pressed his watch, and the latter issued a sound wave that had attracted dozens of zombies. Although the specific reason has not been studied, it is obvious that no matter how abnormal and complete the appearance changes, The brain of the zombie is still the same structure, and the two monsters who were drooling at the crowd turned around, and their movements were not like zombies.

"Do we have to stay here until the last second?" Roman asked, the two things were coming fiercely, and it didn't take five seconds for them to fly onto the two of them - of course, the premise is that the brains of both parties are broken.

"In theory, yes."

"Do you know how many feet would be affected by a [-]-gallon gasoline explosion?" Roman asked sadly.

"Not sure, but there are many bunkers around here." The man replied indifferently, and then ran out after being grabbed by another person.

"Don't worry, I've left my watch there." Roman said, no one knows how valuable the thing he threw away is, the investment cost spent on it can already buy half an asteroid—but It's much better than that kind of unreliable detonation method.

Low-frequency sound waves are indeed the best choice for catching zombies. The two mutants stopped in the gas station, the mouthparts at the corners of their mouths kept opening in the air, just like radar detection, and the silver wristwatch was released. next to the fuel tank.

Issa fired a shot at the oil-laden iron, and nothing happened except black oil oozing from it.

"Are you sure you can detonate them like this?" Roman whispered.

"I'm not a terrorist. This is the first time I've done something like this." Issa didn't finish his sentence. In fact, the second half of the sentence is like this in movies. God knows what the probability of success is. .

The two deformed dead creatures failed to find their target, and the remaining patience was quickly exhausted. The surrounding area was quite quiet, and Yisa's walkie-talkie suddenly rang: "Everyone return to the team."

The sound was not loud, but it was enough to attract the two large spiders who had nothing to do—Issa remembered Roman's pistol with messy internal attributes, and the latter was hanging the thing on his finger. The dereliction of duty makes people want to grab it, and of course men do it too.

The Colt pistol was surprisingly light, and I didn't know how it did it. Roman shouted in a panic from behind: "Wait, I can only use that thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roman made the quickest emergency response. He stuck himself behind Issa's back, and at the same time put his hand around the other side's side, and put it on the gun—the bullet that flew out Unremarkable at all, it hit the fuel tank, and then tore a big hole in it, and a lot of liquid splashed out-they turned into flames in the blink of an eye, impacting outwards in a ring, the nearest few vehicles It was overturned directly, and then burned up.

This time the gas station bid farewell to its useful life. It was first evacuated, and then it was completely fried by the last savings. All the metal shelves collapsed, obviously pressing the two monsters underneath.

Issa patted the dust on his body. The explosion just now rolled up many things, and a scorched severed finger fell at his feet.

The return journey was much smoother than expected, but the small jeep was finally scrapped, and the two of them had to squeeze into a narrower seat. Many people were surprised by the well-timed explosion. According to most people, it was really It's no different from watching a holographic movie.But those good days of using half-price tickets in the cinema can never go back, a car full of people listening to outdated old songs, returned to the base tired.

According to what Luna said, the two newcomers were assigned to the lounge in the northwest corner. It was originally a place for security guards to take a break after shifts. The laboratory building of the pharmaceutical factory was nearby. No one has used it since the establishment of the rescue base— —It is indeed a place where you can shoot without anyone noticing.

"The longest incubation period is 26 hours. We tried many methods, but they all failed." Watching the two people close the door, the only leader of the base said softly: "May God bless you."

Until late in the evening, Roman remained silent, as if mute, and made some mashed potatoes, and put them with the bacon, and then he sat at the table, staring at them as if they had a grudge against him.

Issa is enjoying dinner. The kitchen is well-equipped. He is holding a knife and fork, like a commuter who just came home from a normal day. Except for the dangling cloth strip on his left hand, he looks It looked the same as usual.

"You can talk now, for example, I will turn into a zombie in an hour or something, anyway, I am full now, maybe I will bite later." The man wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at the alien on the other end, The latter's expression was terrible, as if he was the one who was about to turn into a zombie.

"This joke is not funny at all." Roman raised his head, his voice was very slow and clear: "You are going to die, and I can only sit and watch, like a waste."

Issa listened indifferently, death was not the most difficult thing to accept, the attitude of a certain little bastard in front of him was the reason why he became more and more irritable. "Your pledges were never worth anything, I've known that for a long time—so I don't want to hear your confession before I die, and I'm not a priest."

He rubbed the young man's long hair, and it felt as soft as ever. This alien sometimes seemed like an unreasonable psychopath, but in some cases, when he looked at Roman, he would think of many beautiful things, such as the last one on the bedside table. A piece of chocolate, or a plant growing from the corner of the balcony—Issa wasn't sure how bad those metaphors were, but they were things he'd never forget in his lifetime.

"It is said that normal people will pick some pleasant topics when dating." Issa said, he thought of several girlfriends who had broken up with him, and every time he tried to say something, he gave those girls the opportunity excellent wording.

Roman looked at him blankly, and then said, "But you don't like anything I know."

"for example?"

"For example, the universe tens of thousands of years later."

That is indeed a distant topic, Issa thought, but he will never get there in his life, right? Those extremes that humans can achieve, the endless galaxy, are more like a story to him, he nodded, Signal Roman to speak freely.

Roman stood up, and he took Issa to the center of the room, where there was nothing but the concrete floor—those outer particles diffused outward, and then turned into rotating ring symbols, and then these small blue particles moved closer and closer. As they evolve, they expand into planets, planetary orbits, and beautiful nebulae.

It feels like a dream unfolds in front of your eyes, as if the dilapidated houses and gray concrete walls all around have disappeared, leaving only those unnamed galaxies and those small names hanging beside them—— —Roman converted all those alien characters into English.

"It's the Mikkel spiral galaxy," the young man looked towards the place Issa was pointing at, and the purple-red nebula was quickly enlarged, showing tens of thousands of planets constantly rotating inside. "It's known as the most beautiful place in the empire's territory. The periphery is full of travel planets, but no one dares to go to the core - there is a huge black hole, and reports show that it is constantly devouring itself. One day, it may In a few billion years, it will swallow the entire galaxy."

"Have you been there?" Issa asked.

"Just passing by, to be honest, this is the first time I've traveled in my life - and then I'm here on Earth tens of thousands of years ago."

"Once again I mentioned something bad, sorry."

"Issa, I don't hate coming to Earth at all." The young man said, he looked at his companion, who was looking at the star map in a daze, and the light shone in his eyes, showing a beautiful dark blue color. "On the contrary, I'm very happy-to meet you in this kind of place."

"Don't make excuses, I know you are saying that your earth is terrible." Issa turned around and laughed: "I am also very happy to meet you, Roman."