After a long time, Kenny opened his eyes again, looked around in confusion, the house changed, the green mist was gone, the captives were gone, the slaughterer was gone, everything became extremely strange, he moved his stiff wrist, the hemp rope on it was long gone, and the trance, hesitation and fear enveloped Kenny again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Weapons! I need a weapon! Kenny quickly scanned the house, which resembled ancient Europe, and an axe placed on top of the fireplace immediately came into his sight, he hurriedly grabbed the axe, and pressed it against his chest, a person shivering and hiding in the corner, he really wanted to be braver, but he couldn't, he couldn't even raise the courage to stand up, he couldn't even feel any temperature from the outside except the twilight sun outside the window.

I don't know how long it took, Kenny finally stood up tremblingly, he held the axe in his hand, his hand gently rubbed against the wall, the room seemed a little dim, he gently picked up the decorative bearskin carpet on the floor, and gently draped it over himself, because he was so cold, looking out the window it was obviously the afternoon sun but he didn't feel the slightest warmth, which couldn't help but make Kenny feel extremely confused and desperate.

The door was pushed open by Kenny, and he couldn't see anything but the long hallway, and the fear and cold surrounded him, and he didn't even feel the slightest sense of security except for the sharp axe in his hand.

"Someone...... Is it there?" Kenny's deep voice sounded terrible to his voice hoarse from thirst, but there was no sound other than echoes and the sound of heavy footsteps.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm going back alive!" Kenny let out a low growl and began to run, which would normally be no different from looking for death, but now he had no choice, he really didn't know what else he could do but run.

"Corridors, corridors, infinite corridors, boundless corridors, windows, windows, countless windows, endless windows, outlaws are running away, madmen are screaming, no one can find the faith to live, no one can find hope to live, blood, bread, I long for it, who can save me out, save me from this endless prison, corridor, corridor, infinite ......"

The sound of muffled speech kept coming from the shadows, the figure was like a weeping ballad, Kenny clutched his axe and walked towards the figure in the shadows, a soldier in a PLA uniform muttered in a low voice, his eyes were blank and skinny, his right arm was equipped with an integrator that kept flashing, Kenny stood in the distance and whispered hoarsely, "Who are you?"

"Who am I, who am I?" the man looked at Kenny, his eyes shuddering like a lonely ghost, and his trembling and deep voice made people fear.

"Who am I!, tell me!" The man suddenly roared and pounced on Kenny, stretching out his hands like sharp claws, the flesh and blood of those hands were blurred, and the pale phalanges loomed, Kenny did not hesitate to split it in half with an axe, and the terrible screams continued to echo through the hallway.

"Crazy!" Kenny scolded as he tried to spit on the skinny dog-like corpse, but the burning throat didn't allow him to do such extravagant movements, Kenny looked at the blood that was gurgling and spilled, and swallowed unconsciously, but he slapped himself in the face as he realized something, and the dry corners of his mouth were directly fanned out with blood, and he retched a few times, feeling guilty and ashamed of his disgusting behavior.

Kenny walked, step by step, more and more corpses, he swore that this was the first time he had seen the most corpses, these dead, they were wearing tattered military uniforms and other clothing, some of the corpses were broken into pieces, the traces of the fight were everywhere, the stumps of people's corpses were everywhere, he even saw someone bite through the arteries in his arm, and the blood was still flowing, what was he for, did he quench his thirst? Or was he simply looking for death?

In the quiet corridor, except for his wheezing and footsteps, only the disgusting ballad did not echo in his mind continuously, "Corridor, corridor, infinite corridor, endless corridor, window, window, countless window...... Suddenly Kenny himself sang this rhythmless song in a low voice, he shook his head violently and slapped his face mercilessly with his palm, he realized that he was changing, what he needed to do, what to do to save himself from the collapse.

He let out a loud cry, brandished the axe and slashed towards the window with all his strength, but there was nothing but a slight crack, he tried a few more times before throwing away the axe helplessly, and sat helplessly on the ground, he finally realized that what he was doing was useless, he fell to the ground panting, hunger, fear, cold, loneliness, all the negative emotions unique to human beings seemed to envelop him at this moment, and he felt so helpless and desolate for the first time.

"Oh God, God, this is the last time I beg you, please, please take me out of this damn place, please!" Kenny roared loudly, he held his head and fell to his knees, he was going crazy, he couldn't stay any longer, he was conscious but powerless, and he knew what the future was going to be......

After a long silence, Kenny stood up again, walking like a walking corpse, whispering without a word: "Corridors, corridors, infinite corridors, endless corridors, windows, windows, countless windows, endless windows, outlaws on the run, madmen screaming, no one can find the faith to live, no one can find hope to live, blood, bread, I long for it, who can save me, save me from this endless prison......"

I can't remember how long it was, how far I walked, I can't remember, I just remember that my legs were sore, that every vein seemed to be mercury, that his muscles had turned into lead, that his mouth was thirsty, and that his tongue seemed to have turned into a sponge, greedily absorbing the few saliva in his mouth, until the light behind the door, the light that seemed to come from heaven, gave him hope to live.

"Hey, boy, you look tired, do you want water?" A man, a man standing in front of the door, held out his hand, and in his hand was holding a bottle of water of his dreams, the man unscrewed the cap, handed it to Kenny, and smiled as he watched Kenny finish the bottle of water, and then gently wiped the sweat from his forehead for him.

"Okay, okay, it's all over, the troubles, the pain, the troubles will leave you, lie down and sleep, and everything will be fine when you wake up......"

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