After a silent confrontation for two minutes, Yun Tuan held the walkie-talkie, her rubber gloves were soaked with sweat, so she took them off and replaced them with a new pair.
"He hasn't left, and he hasn't behaved aggressively. Who among you...will read the mind of a zombie?"
The arms of the bone-winged zombie are tied with hemp rope, and its movement relies entirely on the weird pair of wings behind it. From the first time he saw it to the present, he has only opened his mouth once.
The hospital gown on his body was in tatters and could be seen at a glance, and could not hide anything.
Yun Tuan felt that there must be information on this silent zombie, so it was a pity that it exploded like this.
In the convertible, Jing He tapped the steering wheel, "How about we have dinner first?"
An Yuan in the back couldn't understand at all, "Isn't this very dangerous! Why are you eating?"
The group sister is face to face with zombies!
It’s a critical moment to fight for your life!
An Yuan held the ax and was about to open the car door when he heard the tied-up patient with severe burns say in a hoarse voice: "I heard him, he was saying... give it back to him."
Jing Yu looked at his task mark and found that it was marked "Completed".
Looking back, I saw that the wounded man's pupils began to turn white and his breathing was weak. Fortunately, he was still conscious.
Jing Yu took the walkie-talkie to the injured person and said, "Tell her."
The man pursed his lips. His skin was chapped but not bleeding. "Did you take something from him? Just give it back to him. He doesn't want to hurt anyone."
Yun Tuan gnawed on the bread, beckoned, and waved [Tofu Nao] away.
What did you take away...
Empty bottle? Or that cocoon?
She took out the empty glass bottle, opened a crack in the window, and handed it over.
The zombie glanced at it, opened his mouth to bite it, and turned his head, "Bah!"
The glass bottle fell on the road and made a crisp sound.
"Hey, what are you throwing away? It's a waste."
Yun Tuan counted the things in the storage compartment and found that the only thing left was the cocoon that was taken out from the hospital.
She pointed the excavator's cab toward the front of the road and used the opaque rear half of the cab to block the rear view.
Open the door and crawl to the place where the head is hanging.
The intercom lit up again - "He asked you to untie his rope so that it would be easier to pick up things."
Continuous interpretation of casualties.
"Untie the rope?" Yun Tuan looked at the knot on the zombie's body. It was a style she had never seen before. "Untie it - wouldn't he rush over soon?"
Yun Tuan took out the whetstone and sharpened the kitchen knife.
"It's okay. Just untie it. He won't attack you." The wounded man was a little excited and sat up straight. He didn't even feel the rope pinching into his skin.
"Oh."
Yun Tuan gestured with a kitchen knife, but the blade was still a bit dull. It took him a long time to sharpen it a little bit.
"Oh, don't move!" She grabbed the zombie's shoulder and accidentally touched a piece of rotten flesh.
Cloud:......
The walkie-talkie continued to sound: "He said, don't chop his hands off, or he will chase you to the ends of the earth and bite you to death."
Yun Tuan spent a long time and finally carefully removed the rope. When the hemp rope separated from the skin, she subconsciously held her breath for fear of tearing off this guy's humerus.
The zombie's bones made a rattling sound, and the bone wings vibrated, slowly reorganized, and retracted his body.
The hands that had been bound for a long time were a little inflexible, and the zombies stiffly raised their arms and opened their arms to the clouds.
Yun Tuan stuffed the cocoon into the arms of the frail boy, "I'll give it back to you!"
The zombie hugged the flesh-red cocoon, which was slightly shorter than him. He limped off the excavator and walked to the flat road. He leaned the cocoon against the road fence and stood beside it, struggling to use his stiff hands.
Confirm the life and death of the person in the cocoon.
The boy was so skinny that there were two deep depressions on his back where the wings used to be.
Withered bones on the edge of the rock, a helpless paleness arises spontaneously.