The Death Knell

Amidst the sour friction, heavy furniture was blocked at the door. Hearing the roar of zombies from the street outside, and the sound of fingernails scratching the roller blinds, Old Mike didn't know what to say for a while. it is good.

After intuitively feeling the threat posed by zombies, he didn't know how to face the current state of being besieged.

Sweat flowed down his old cheeks and fell on the red wooden floor. He silently returned to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine again under the orange light.

Perhaps at this time, alcohol is what people need. After paralyzing the nerves, it can greatly relieve the pain caused by external stimuli.

"Thomas, we all know that the Pentagon won't send someone to rescue us, right?"

Looking up at the TV, the power supply and electronic signal in San Diego are still normal, but old Tom seems to have thought of what will happen next.

He asked Thomas with such words, but in fact, it was with some unrealistic hopes.

"No, don't talk about going into the city to rescue us civilians. The military officials and gentlemen don't need to bomb us. I know them well."

The middle-aged man's hand was on the bar, and he was also stooping and panting. It seemed that the work of moving furniture made him have some difficulty breathing:

"Trust me, if they weren't worried that the use of nuclear weapons would attract Godzilla, the nuclear bomb should have fallen on our heads. What we can do now is to observe the situation and try to save ourselves."

It was quiet in the bar, only the TV was playing "Old Town Road" while playing engineers building houses.

Occasionally on the second floor there will be a sound like opening a wine bottle, which should be the girl opening fire, but in this environment, the free and free song now sounds an indescribable sadness.

The foul smell came in through the crack of the door, and it was hard not to think that the situation was getting worse. Before, more than half of the people drove away from San Diego, but even if only a small part of the remaining people in the city were transformed into zombies, it was enough. Block the street.

"You seem to have an old injury to your lungs." The old man came over to help Thomas pat his back, and reached out to get a bottle of pure water from the counter for him to drink. Instead of continuing the previous topic, he asked, "This is why you retired from the army. ?"

Speaking of this, the expression on Thomas' face finally changed. The blue veins near his temple bulged, and his fists were tightly clenched, only to hear a low growl like a wounded beast squeezed out between his teeth:

"I am the real patriot. I shed blood for freedom and sacrificed my life for the lighthouse, but in the end, I was abandoned like garbage!"

That's what he said, but he was just showing his acting skills. When Old Mike was moved by his acting skills and was thinking about how to comfort the veterans around him, he had no idea that a man named Thomas was silently connecting with a man who existed in deep space. outsiders.

The plan temporarily named the 'Hundred-Eyed Giant' was launched, and a behemoth revived in the far dark underground, rising with the sound of the earth shattering.

Under the comfort of the boss, Thomas gradually calmed down. The two listened to the sound of zombies scratching the wall outside the door and the soft music on the TV, and drank silently.

And about five minutes later, the show on the TV changed, with a breaking news interlude, the footage hovering over the sky with the drone, but the headline of the story at the bottom of the screen: Washington is gone.

The American Channel news host explained what happened with a roar of grief. Just a few minutes ago, a giant monster suddenly emerged from the underground of the DC. It only took a few minutes to completely destroy the brain of the body of the United States, which is Washington DC.

The politicians who were in charge of leading the country were almost wiped out, and even the Pentagon was completely destroyed. Along with them, the top military leaders who were waiting there collectively for the progress of the Overlord Organization were all killed.

According to the constitution, if the president is gone, the vice-president will take over, and if the vice-president is gone, the ministers will take over in turn.

But now that they are all gone, a situation that was never expected has happened, which means that in a short period of time, the so-called order has become a joke.

At this point in the camera is the figure of this monster, which is so huge that even the clouds are surrounded by the height of the calf.

But what kind of monster is this? It looks like a human shape as a whole, but it is more like a black and red sludge that is constantly flowing. In this sludge, there are countless zombies. These zombies are densely packed with limbs and bodies. The head was exposed on the surface of the monster, scratching and shaking unconsciously.

It looks like a living mass grave. It seems to have a huge one-eyed red light on its head, but it is not a visual organ that should exist on any creature, because it is more like an Ω emitting strong light. symbol.

At present, the displayed abilities include a deformable body, super-high-speed self-healing ability, and can throw out many zombies on the body to attack humans at any time, and then take back more zombies like a snowball.

The temporarily organized National Guard had nothing to do with this kind of thing. It could only be turned into a background board in the explosion and pool of blood, and then it was involved in the body of the flesh-and-blood monster and became its new nutrient.

The monster also has super-high intelligence. The locations it attacks are often key departments. This is also the first time that Americans have seen monsters who know how to destroy the Pentagon and the Air Force Base as soon as possible. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The most frightening thing is that it can also affect people's thinking. After inhaling the fungus spores it emits, people will have all kinds of hallucinations, see and hear their dead relatives whispering constantly, and be haunted by their illusions until crazy.

"God, it turns out that these zombies are just part of the beast? Are they like cells in the human body?"

Thomas watched TV and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The adjutant's temporary creation seems a bit interesting. She also used some new technologies. I don't see any specific effect, but at least the red Omega logo is very beautiful.

The stuff put together by a large group of zombies is not very round, because the clothes of the zombies are different, it looks colorful and strange.

But with this big light bulb-like pattern for decoration, the style goes up immediately, and it seems to have a special sense of mystery.

"What should we do next?" Old Mike rubbed his beard hard, staring at the TV, as if trying to find a solution from a news program.

But the more I looked, the more at a loss, because everything showed that this monster was unstoppable.

"Old Mike, zombies can infect humans. You said, as the number of infected people increases, will this monster become stronger?" Thomas took out two cigarettes and threw one to the bartender. Tremblingly, he shoved one into his mouth.

The hand holding the lighter was still shaking, fully showing how 'unsettled' he was in his heart.

Hearing this, Old Mike's Adam's apple rolled up and down a little, and then an uncertain agreement came out of his throat. He looked desperately at the monster in the news jumping and spinning in the ruins that had turned into white ground, and heaved a long sigh. :

"Alas, our world may have been doomed long ago." (To be continued)