The body remained intact, showing no signs of resistance.
But on the already somewhat rotten face, one can vaguely see the despair of the deceased before his death.
It was a mother and child, the mother was holding the child.
In his arms, the little boy's round eyeballs were dull, and in his slightly open mouth, maggots were crawling in and out, twisting from time to time and falling from the mouth to the ground.
The bullet hole on his forehead was like another eye in the black hole, looking at the ceiling.
There was a single corpse left, sitting on his back in front of the broadcast console, with a 96 pistol dropped at his feet.
Three bullet casings correspond to three bullet holes.
On the radio station in front of the corpse, you can see a large number of buttons that have been twisted randomly. It can be seen that the man seemed to be trying to contact the outside world before he was alive.
"He killed himself, killed himself?"
After walking to the chair, Chu An picked up the pistol on the ground with an indifferent expression.
"Click"
The gun is loaded, but there are no bullets.
Pull out the magazine, and in the empty magazine, the spring used for loading shows a faint trace of rust.
"Only three shots are missing"
Out of the corner of his eye, a dim brass color burst into view in the gap below the broadcasting station.
"Does one of the four rounds fail?"
Holding the gun body, Chu An raised his hand and casually aimed at the two corpses behind him, as if recreating the scene at that time.
"There is a gap between shots and no dodging"
The first person to die should be the woman, followed by the child.
When the second shot was fired, the shooter obviously struggled for a long time before firing the shot.
Whisper to yourself.
As he spoke, strange emotions flashed in his eyes.
Just when he was about to press the button on the video tape in his left hand, Chu An suddenly frowned:
"Did the interference deepen the illusion?"
"coming"
headache.
The continuously looping broadcast sounded for the 10th time, and like a curse, it rapidly expanded in my mind.
In an instant, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He froze in place, his eyes blank.
"Old Chen, there is nothing to eat. There is only half a bag of biscuits here."
Holding a bag of "delicious food" in her hand, the woman cried and cried.
In the broadcast room, she was holding her child, with wet tears on her face.
Limping, he moved the file cabinet and pushed the iron frame.
The middle-aged man known as Lao Chen piled heavy objects to the door in a panic, and then looked at the iron door that was being hit like a headless fly.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
That was the zombie outside the door who kept banging his head against the door.
The deformed iron door seemed to be knocked open in the next second.
After escaping from the family area of the military area, he originally thought about driving to find the main force, after all, the military area was nearby.
But unexpectedly, when I met the troops on the road, I saw a mutant more than three meters tall slaughtering the troops with my own eyes.
Screams and explosions echoed in my mind.
In a panic, he was so frightened that he rushed to the nearest radio station with his wife.
He was so scared that he hit the railing.
Misfortunes never come singly, the off-road vehicle has been crashed, and a large number of zombies have come outside the station after hearing the noise.
They are now surrounded, and they only have a pistol in their hands.
This seemingly safe radio station has actually become their coffin.
Still in shock, the man supported his wife, took a deep breath, and showed an ugly smile.
"fine"
"Someone will definitely come to save us."
"The military area is nearby, it won't take long."
While comforting him, he trembled with his right hand, trying to reach for the cigarette in his pants pocket.
After flipping through it, he looked at the few cigarettes left in the crumpled cigarette box and hesitated for a moment.
Forget it, I don’t know how long I’ll have to hold on.
Will anyone really come to save us?
Panic, helplessness.
He doesn't understand what happened to the entire world, just like most of the survivors in this world when the apocalypse breaks out.
People only heard the brutal declaration of the start of the game, and then the nightmare descended.
In a flashback, he thought of the giant monster that rushed into the army and slaughtered him, and he felt despair in his heart.
"Zi-Zi"
The radio sounded:
"Please all survivors stay in safe indoors and be careful of the fog! Don't look out the window!"
"Please don't go out!"
the next day.
Black and white alternated, and the man huddled in front of the iron door to guard was awakened by a banging on the door.
He was startled, subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the iron door was blocked tightly.
Looking back, my wife and child were sleeping soundly on their sides. They were really tired.
The radio station has been reinforced for a whole day, and this is their only hiding place.
I don't know what's going on outside.
Licking his chapped lips, he felt his throat was on fire.
so thirsty
The radio continued to send warning messages, which said that if you inhale too much mist, you will go crazy and may even turn into a zombie.
Frightened, he blocked all the doors and windows overnight.
Dry heat, dirty air.
Fortunately, the radio station rang in the middle of the night, and it seemed that troops were coming to rescue us.
The third day.
"Xixi-soso"
Like a knife cutting, the man carefully aimed at the water bottle and peeed out the last drop of dark yellow urine.
After shaking the bottle in his hand twice, the pungent smell of urine made him feel dizzy.
Licking his lips, he saw his wife's throat twitching.
After not drinking water for three days, the two of them only ate half a biscuit, and the woman sucked the remaining piece into her mouth and gave it to the child.
This half bottle of "water" is their last reserve.
He learned this trick from broadcasting.
The other party has been sending warnings and a lot of rescue knowledge.
As the only channel of communication with the outside world, he trusted the voice on the radio extremely much.
However, no matter how he sends messages, he can't contact the other party, it's like one-way communication.
Passing the water bottle to his wife, the man smiled bitterly:
"They will come, they will come to save us."
"I heard the sound of shells exploding in the distance."
Day five.
Looking at the child who was unable to move in his arms, the man stared blankly at the ceiling.
The child had blood coming out of his mouth and was so hungry that he couldn't make a sound.
Despair spread.
If it weren't for the real-time announcement of the rescue team's movements on the radio, they were approaching them little by little.
Otherwise, the tremendous pressure and coercion would almost drive him crazy.
"Survivors near the military area, please stay indoors and don't go out!"
"Zi-Zi"
The radio came on, and in a daze, the man seemed to hear intensive gunshots ringing in the distance.
