"Ahem—"
Not sure how long Hayes woke up from his coma, and he coughed hard, the smell of rust filled his nose and mouth.
He opened his eyes, but there was only darkness, which almost made him feel blind and blind.
Lying on his back, Hays slowly recalled what had happened just now. He seemed to have stepped on the air, fell down, and hit something. Maybe it was his head without a helmet, but now he stared at the top, but there was nothing but darkness.
There was only a darkness in his eyes, and he wasn't even sure if he was about to die.
Death, the Emperor's sickle that has always been with him, Hays knew that one day it would pass through his neck, and everyone called him lucky Hays, but Hayschet often said that luck would always run out.
But he never thought that his death would be so desperate.
Alone, intimidated, lying on his back in the suffocating darkness, his body gradually wrapped in coldness.
How long has it been since I fell down?
Hayes thought so.
One hour?
Or a few hours?
Are you looking for him or still fighting and having no time to take care of it?
Hayes couldn't find the answer to his question, so he turned to look at his surroundings - hoping to see some signs of rescue, but nothing: there was no movement in the darkness, no reason for hope.
His world was still and silent, nothing could give him hope, or even help him find his own direction.
It seems that he was abandoned by loneliness and abandoned in a dark world without any help or hope for redemption.
For a moment, in his opinion, he seemed to be the last person alive in the entire galaxy.
Then, at the thought of this, he had a reason for fear, so he quickly wiped it out of his mind.
The only thing that is thankful is that he has no pain, no pain, and his limbs can still move, but it is very heavy, and it may have made him too tired after a long period of fighting and running.
In fact, he is still very tired now. The boring feeling of fatigue makes his thoughts dull and dull, and is always accompanied by fear, loneliness, and isolation.
The worst thing is silence.
He even missed the noisy fighting sounds: the sharp whine of the laser gun, the burst of grenades, the roar of the explosion, the screams and crying of the wounded and the dying.
But now these voices are gradually fading away, and in the past he would never have thought that a person could get comfort from such a voice.
The noise of the battle is scary, but the silence is even more creepy. Combined with his own loneliness, he has all the fears left alone.
Here, in the darkness, fear became his eternal companion, tormenting his heart repeatedly.
Suddenly, the boy developed a strong desire to cry out, wanted to call for help, wanted to ask for forgiveness, wanted to scream, wanted to roar, wanted to pray - wanted to do anything that could break the terrible silence.
But he restrained it because he heard the sound-
Very light footsteps and breathing sounds, and slowly approaching myself.
Hayes's heart immediately rose to his throat, because if the other party was a comrade, he would never approach this without saying a word. In this place, there is no third possibility, which means that this can only be...
enemy!
Hayes held his breath, and he guessed that the other party might not be able to see clearly, and he should have used the sound of his breathing before to distinguish the position.
Sure enough, after he held his breath, the other party's footsteps stopped.
Hayes then untied the backpack behind him and slowly turned over to the other side. He had no idea where his laser gun had fallen. Now his weapon was only the bayonet on his belt.
But before he could touch the bayonet and unlock the lock sheath, his movements still alarmed the other party.
The man immediately rushed up, and Hayes saw in a trance what the other person was holding, maybe a knife.
He rolled immediately, avoiding the blow, then kicked the attacker aside and quickly squatted.
The opponent reacted quickly and rushed over immediately. Hayes avoided the second blow and punched him, but failed. At this moment, the opponent's kicking foot hit his unprotected side rib.
Hayes moaned, but did not stop but followed him forward, punching the man in the chest with a fierce punch, stomping softly.
"Um--"
A slight cry of pain sounded, and this time the opponent's weapon hit his shoulder, but what surprised Hayes was not a sharp blade, it seemed to be an iron stick.
This attack is quite powerful, but fortunately he has armor on his body.
Hayes remembered that he had a lighting stick, and immediately took it out and threw it on the ground. Finally, he could barely see the other person through the faint green light. It was a figure that might be smaller than him. His hair was very long and covered his face, and he was holding a rusty iron rod in his hand.
"Since that's the case, don't blame me."
Hayes spitted, rushed forward and avoided the other party's blow to his head, and his fist fell on the other party's abdomen. The thin body curled up, and the air squeezed out of his lungs, making a crying sob.
But Hayes just wanted to make himself safe at this time. He pulled the other person's hair, grabbed the other person's wrist holding the weapon in the other person's painful moan, stuck it in front of the other person's neck, and then pushed the other person hard against the wall.
The man screamed and waved his hand blindly. His nails grabbed Hayes' side face. The angry Hayes let go of his hand holding his hair and slapped him directly.
The enemy struggled and twisted as he increased his arm, staring at Hayes's, and begging and anger appeared alternately.
Hayes pressed the other person's throat hard, and at this time he felt nothing, no regret or guilt.
It seems that human nature has disappeared from him.
A few seconds later, he grabbed the iron rod from the opponent's hand, threw it aside, and then let go of the opponent.
He woke up, or he discovered that this was a woman.
Suddenly gaining freedom, the woman bent down and gasped, then looked at Hayes in confusion and hatred.
Hayes found the gun he dropped, but it was actually just over ten meters away from him. He picked up his weapon and saw that the man actually ran to get the iron pole again, so he walked over and kicked the iron pole away.
"You! Don't think I'm easy to bully! I've killed many enemies!"
Hayes pressed his gun against the other person's head, and the man who was keeping his bent position turned his head, with anger and fear in his tears, and then slowly straightened his waist.
But she really didn't dare to move. Hayes looked carefully and found that the other party was not old. The clothes on her body were patched, but they were still clean. During the fight, part of her collar was torn apart, revealing some clean skin and conceivable outlines.
Although Hayes often listened to his comrades telling dirty jokes and pornographic jokes, the only woman who had a deep impression in his memory was Xiao An, but the other party has always been a tomboy, which is similar to a man in his mind.
Chapter completed!