Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

Chapter 208

Escaping from the clubhouse represented freedom, and it also meant that Qianzhi could use his own way to expose that dark hell to the world.

However, after running for 10 minutes in the world covered in silver, his body was already hot and cold because of his thin clothes, and his thinking had begun to stagnate.The outside world today is a little different from usual.

Although locked in the room of the club all the time, the only chance to get out of the room is at night.But at that time, no matter how late it was, the whistling sound of vehicles passing by in the distance could be heard.If it is during the Chinese New Year, you can still hear the vague excitement and joy.

Even if it snowed in the cold winter, it should not have accumulated so much on the road. It looked like a thick layer of snow that had existed for a long time.

During the Chinese New Year last year, the guards mercifully gave everyone the right to watch TV programs. Although there were also only a few channels, it was for Qianzhi who hadn't known the outside world for a long time.Everything he saw on TV was his understanding of the current society.

He clearly remembered that the road in the snow that he saw on TV last year was cleaned by someone to clear a road that was large enough for vehicles to pass.

But not now, there is no one on the street.Even the cars are parked crookedly on the road, and can only be discerned through the shapes accumulated by the snowflakes.

Although he doesn't know much about the outside world, Qian Zhiluo remembers that when he was five years old, the world was already full of vehicles.When walking on the street, my mother has to tell herself to be careful of the vehicles.Moreover, I was hugged into a car by an uncle who looked good, and started a hellish life for eight years.

The teeth were chattering non-stop. Although the temperature wasn't too cold, it was only compared to people wearing thick clothes.

Asahi has only a purple shirt that just covers the back of his body, so that he can better play the role of seducing the target in the subsequent "training".

You know, usually they can't wear clothes.The purpose is to smash their self-esteem from the bottom of their hearts, so that they are willing to kneel at the feet of other people, and be a dog that can really listen to people.

The thin shirt that splits from the waist naturally does not have any effect on keeping out the cold.However, compared to the weak legs that were constantly shivering in the snow, the upper body covered by clothes still had a little bit of warmth.

Everything around is greasy white, the buildings are white, the trees are white, even my own body gradually becomes as white as snowflakes.

This is completely different from what Asahiko thought, completely different.There should be a lot of people outside, and then they saw themselves, and then called the police, and rescued other tortured children in one fell swoop.Is there anything wrong with such thinking?Why, in the whole world, it seems that I am the only one left?

Walking aimlessly on the deserted road, the joy of escaping life was gradually overshadowed by the coldness of death. Asahi found that his feet were cut by sharp objects in the snow at some point, and the wound was not deep However, the frightening thing was that he didn't even notice the existence of the wound.

The bright red blood dragged a series of red spots on the snow behind him, sending out wisps of white mist, and then slowly dispersed in the air like a cloud of nothingness.

The hair that was deliberately long was also covered with snowflakes at this time, and it seemed that something soft was stepped on under his feet, but the numb Asagi didn't care at all, and just kept walking forward, towards the distance where there seemed to be a moving figure.

After taking two steps, the snow field behind him heard the sound of being lifted off.Turning his head stiffly, he saw that it was a person, but Asahi really doubted whether he was a real person.

The white air exhaled from Asahiko's mouth was already very shallow, but compared to his stiff look as if he was not breathing, Asahiko even began to doubt...is he still alive?In fact, this is hell, and this person is a ghost messenger who has long since died.

The ghost stories I heard when I was a child came to my mind inexplicably, Asahi wanted to retreat, but found that my body was already too stiff to control myself.Due to the low temperature and weak physique, Asahi can only look at the strange man with complicated eyes, like a fisherman wading in the snow, pushing away the snowdrifts in front of him step by step, pushing him over, but he doesn't understand Lift your legs and move around.

The person who opened his mouth wide, let the snowflakes float into his mouth, and walked slowly towards him should look like a mute.Qianzhiyu thought, otherwise why would he only open his mouth but not speak to himself?

Suddenly, an unexplained gust of wind hit Asahiko's cheek.The feeling of coldness is not as good as the horror captured by the eyes... The man's mouth was forced open by an unknown force, and half of the head turned into blood-red pieces and flew backwards, leaving only the original body. He staggered and fell in front of Asahiko.

Asahi has seen dead people, but the two companions who were humiliated to death were not so bloody when they died.They died of organ failure... so said the man in white.

But now, the death of this person is really too weird and terrifying.

How did he die?Why did his head explode all over?

I am definitely in hell, right?Only in that kind of place can such a terrible thing happen.

Asahi, whose bodily functions had been reduced to the lowest level in the low temperature, did not hear the sound of sniper guns resounding through the sky from a distance behind him.

700 meters away, Lan Zijian couldn't help showing a smug expression. He raised his head from the gun stock that had been covered by himself, patted the snow on his back, and said with his head up: "msp6sg! Suppressors, [-] caliber bullets! I said the military won't fool us with junk weapons!"

Qian Qiuxue held the binoculars and did not refute Lan Zijian who was showing off beside her.Only myself and him are the ones who are on the mission. Let him have a little more time, and it will also benefit the progress of the mission later.

What happened to the boy in the purple shirt?Not to mention the heavy snow weather, only wearing a shirt, not even wearing pants to walk in the snow.It has been two months since the zombie first appeared, why he still looks unclear!

Holding her own sickle, Qian Qiuxue firmly stuck it into the buckle of the retractable point, hung the edge of the building with the sickle blade, jumped off the three-meter-high small building, and let her body sink into the snowdrift.

Mercenaries who have undergone military training will not be unable to control even this height.What's more, the handle of the sickle is 1.7 meters, plus the length of the arms and legs, the actual jumping distance is less than four meters.

What's more, there is a soft snowdrift as high as a person as a buffer.

Now she even wants to hold the frail and cold boy in her arms, and bring him back to the warm room in the military area, so that he can have a good rest.

In the world of fluttering snowflakes, it is easy to find a purple figure, not to mention, in Lan Zijian's thermal imager, it is really easy to find an orange figure among the blue that represents severe cold.

Asahi didn't know the direction he was going, there were two people coming towards him, he was very confused and scared now.

Even with the maturity beyond his peers, he is still just a child.In the face of inexplicable death and the cold environment, one will also feel fear and despair.

What's more, after he rushed out of the hell where he was imprisoned for eight years full of hope, he found that he had just entered another terrible situation.

This kind of thing can be called a crushing blow to an adult, let alone a child full of expectations.

After thinking about what I have planned to do, I have already made up my mind to die, so why bother to struggle?At least, before I died, I felt the taste of freedom. Compared with those two companions who died in front of everyone, it was already a better ending.

Thinking about it, Asahi spread his arms contentedly, like a chick preparing to soar in the blue sky, smiling on his back and pouring into the snow with the falling snowflakes, letting the snow that is warmer than the air sweep him pack.

It was really comfortable, I could no longer feel the pain and severe cold coming from my body, what was left was the warmth like a mother's embrace.

Cold tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, Asahi couldn't help but softly called out to his mother whom he hadn't seen for eight years.

Only she can make herself feel as warm as today.

"Damn it!" Lan Zijian, who was running in the snow, suddenly cursed, and when Qian Qiuxue turned his eyes away, he said anxiously: "The heat signature is gone! Only the sub-zero blue is left!"

Qian Qiuxue, who was holding a sickle across her shoulders, didn't say anything, but ran even more strides in the knee-high snow, until she passed Lan Zijian by a few meters, and said faintly: "Then we have to hurry up!"

Glancing at the seven kilograms of supplies he was carrying, and then at Qian Qiuxue who only had a pistol and a sickle, Lan Zijian tightened his armed belt depressedly, dragging his heavy body with big strides, one foot deep and one foot shallow With one kick, he followed Qian Qiuxue who had already run to the point where the original heat appeared.

The body of a zombie was still lying on the snowdrift covered by snowflakes. Qian Qiuxue looked into a human-shaped snow pit next to him, and sure enough, he saw a corner of a purple shirt and pale skin that was already the same color as the snow.

Gently wiped off the snowflakes covering that person, Qian Qiuxue, who was almost astonished, couldn't help but hugged Asahi, who was still breathing, into her arms, trying to use her own body temperature to revive the almost frozen man. dead boy.

Thin eyelashes like cicada wings, slender and upturned eyebrows, and lips that turned white from the cold.Asahi who passed out in a coma looked extremely weak, like a glass doll that would shatter if touched.

This is a difference in temperament. It seems that when Chen Simeng was still there, even if he was sleeping soundly in Mo Ze's arms like a lazy cat, he would not feel even a little fragile.

But now, with Qianzhiyu's slender body like an elf, Qian Qiuxue immediately pulled off the soft quilt needed for setting up the sniper point on Lanzi's fitness, and wrapped it layer by layer around Qianzhiyu's body.

"Let's go! Go back to the camp!" With a breath of white air, Qian Qiuxue tightened the strap on her body with the sickle, and shouted loudly in the snow where no other creatures could be seen.