The Death Knell

Yes, it is necessary to have this kind of despairing energy, which is the right taste.

Ordinary people should be worried about their lives when they see zombies. It's too strange to be afraid of monsters but not zombies.

"Shh, listen, old Mike, there seem to be more zombies on the street."

Thomas snatched the remote control warily, turned the volume of the TV down a bit, and listened intently.

As he said, even through the rolling shutter door and the thick wood, the old man could hear the dense footsteps on the street, as well as the unconscious groans and roars that are unique to the living dead.

"The bar is no longer safe. We should find a way to find a better place to hold on." The old man clenched the shotgun in his hand, and the fingers holding the barrel were white due to ischemia.

He originally wanted to live and die with the bar. Anyway, his wife and children were dead, so he was left with such a bar. If it disappeared, it would be meaningless to live.

But saying that, but now the zombies are blocked outside the main entrance, and when he scratches the wall with his fingernails a little, the rustling sound like rain still destroys his beliefs and stimulates his survival instinct as a human being.

He wanted to live, even though he was old, he still wanted to live.

"You finally figured it out, old man." Thomas patted him on the back and nodded vigorously: "That's right, the scattered zombies are different from the monster. They don't destroy buildings, but only Want to eat people in the building. We can evacuate first, and when the matter is over, come back, isn't the bar still waiting for you here?"

If the old man had the last hint of hesitation, the soldier's words completely convinced him.

Yes, the zombies are not a demolition team. Even if they rushed in, they did not come to gnaw on the furniture and brick walls. This bar will still stand, which is completely different from being trampled by monsters.

As long as you live, you will come back one day.

"That's right, Thomas, how's your car?" The old man put his shotgun on his back, tore off a tablecloth, and started packing, mainly food and drinks.

The soldier who was questioned smiled slightly, and a key appeared in his hand: "It's in the parking lot in front of the supermarket on the corner. I only refueled before I came to drink at night, and it was a military-grade vehicle. Very solid."

"That's good. My car is a Toyota from 20 years ago. I'm really worried that it will break down on the road." Throwing it into the tablecloth: "I'm out to eat and drink medicine, you guys get out of the car and weapons, let's go together."

"That's what it means." Thomas also pulled a tablecloth with a cigarette in his mouth and started packing, but he said, "However, I see that your bar is full of trophies and photos of racing cars. A Dakar Rally driver who ends up driving a Toyota?"

"If it wasn't for lack of money, who would drive a car made in Japan?" The old man sighed, flashing memories in his eyes: "My wife and children were seriously injured and hospitalized at the time. I sold the house to save them, but... ...Sigh, let's not mention those, look at what else you need to bring, call that little girl after you've packed up, and let's leave through the back door."

After he finished speaking, he took one last look at his bar, and turned over the closed sign that read 'Closed' and placed it on the bar.

"Bring the TV, I'll get an antenna later, and maybe I can read the news on the way to escape."

Saying that, Thomas jumped on the counter and started dismantling the TV. At the last moment before it was turned off, the screen just jumped, it seemed that it was changed to the scene on Skull Island, which also meant that the Overlord Organization began to dominate everything.

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Hearing the call, Martha came downstairs with a heartless smile on her face. The two boxes of subsonic bullets that Sweetheart Daddy gave her had not yet been shot, but she had always been obedient and content.

Balloons are very fun. Those zombies will dance on the street, stand upside down, and run disorderly, which is more difficult than carnival games.

And the positive feedback given by the game is also better. Playing balloons and playing wild ducks is all about getting a certain score to get a stuffed toy or something, but this, just the visual effect of headshots, is enough to make people excited.

"Are we going? Go through the back door of the bar, and old Mike is with us." Seeing that the old man and the man were both carrying a tablecloth, she winked and got one for herself, and put some corn tortillas and some goodies on their backs. The wine row was pulled in and obediently attached to Thomas's side.

"Hehe, I thought about it, but I'm still afraid of death. Don't laugh at my old man." The old man walked towards the back door as lightly as possible with the key in one hand and the shotgun in the other.

The girl shook her head frantically, her little face didn't mean any mockery, but her eyes became more serious:

"How can it be, everyone wants to live, I won't laugh at anyone's efforts to survive, no matter what they have paid for it. Besides, you are right, just follow us well, and let you be a man in the future. President of the United States is not difficult, let my dad buy you one from Ukraine..."

"Stop! Don't go on, child." Old Mike quickly interrupted the little madman, shaking his head with a wry smile: "These words of human trafficking came out of your mouth, and I felt like I was committing a crime just hearing it. Your age should be a good age to go to school, but you... what have you been through in the past?"

As he talked, he began to sympathize with the girl again, because he couldn't think of what kind of family could bring up such a girl who seemed to have gone mad.

"Just talking about mailing a bride makes you think it's a crime, then let's not talk about my experience, hehe, I'm afraid you can't bear it."

Martha with the gun reached for the key, she was going to open the door first:

"Besides, UU reading www.uukanshu.com now the world has become like this, how can there be any law? Oh, I understand, you don't like Ukraine, you're afraid of the language barrier, right? Well, we'll give it to you later Grab a beautiful native American aunt, and tell me how old you want to be."

The old man had never heard such a madman's mad words, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and when he was a little stunned, the key was taken away from his hand.

Then I saw Thomas knocking Martha on the head and teaching her:

"Knowingly asking, at this age, he has already passed the stage of looking at his age. He must want a hot body, bulging forward and backward, blond and long legs, are you right? Mike?"

The bar owner came back to his senses, looked at Thomas, then at the girl, and shook his head with a smile:

"Thank you for telling jokes to the old man to ease the atmosphere. I'm not nervous at all now. Open the door. The gas station and supermarket on the corner are only 200 meters away from here. We pass through the back alley, so we shouldn't disturb too many zombies."

The soldier and the girl looked at each other for a moment, then smiled knowingly, and the back door of the bar opened as the little white hand painted with colorful nail polish turned the key and took off the padlock.

The cloudy sky came into view, and in the dark dark alley, a rotten smell came to me. (To be continued)