Chapter Twenty-Three: The Struggle of Mortals
Southern Xinjiang, mountainous area.
"Quick...... Run!"
The high-end tourist shoes on his feet were too muddy to see the primary color, the sound was blurred because he was poured into the mountain wind, and the only light source was clenched in his dangling hands, and the road that could be seen clearly was less than three or four steps.
"I ...... I just can't run...... Brother Shan...... Leave me alone!"
The woman's voice, yes, how could this spice be missing in the wild running that took place in such a night?
Wheezing, breathless, footsteps disorganized for a moment by the distracted response, followed by an exclamation and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
"Ah Ying!"
The woman fell, the muddy mountain road was potholed, and the vision was only a little bit, and sprinting on such a section of the road was no different from walking a tightrope.
Why did they run for their lives at this time and in such a place?
It all started a little earlier.
During the day, a tour group drove into the mountains, and according to the booked itinerary, they were to stay in the mountains for the night.
It is rumored that a rebel army was entrenched in the mountains after the fall of a certain dynasty, but of course, to this day, this place is only a historical site, and archaeological teams are sent in almost every year to carry out research work. For a long time, the archaeological work did not yield much results, but the area was almost developed into a tourist attraction.
This tour group is famous, and the original intention was to visit the monuments, experience the folk customs, and spend the night in a low-cost tent hotel in the mountains - as it is called, 'get closer to the archaeologists'.
However, no one expected that something would happen when they visited an indoor stele forest during the day.
I don't know which multi-handed street boy knocked down a stone monument, or I don't know why, a stone monument fell and shattered.
The terrible thing was released, and the nearest unlucky guy was directly possessed by the black gas leaking from the stone tablet, and became a monster, a monster that chooses people to eat!
Brother Shan and Xiao Ying are now hiding from the monster, at the beginning, there were nineteen people who fled with them, and they drove away the tourist car parked in the mountains, however, today the god of fate seems to be particularly unkind to them.
The car broke down before it had gone far, and a group of people were stuck on the mountain road, neither up nor down.
Some of the 19 people chose to stay and wait for dawn, they had already contacted the outside world through their mobile phones, but the rescue team here would not be able to drive into the mountains until at least tomorrow.
The bus was sturdy, they could feel more or less safe hiding in the car, and the people who chose to stay were atheists, and in their opinion, the scene in the stele forest seemed terrifying at the time, but, in hindsight, it felt more like the effect of some kind of poisonous gas emanating from the stele lurking in the stele.
This kind of thing is not without precedent, but most of those precedents have happened in some tomb robbery novels.
Thinking that they had come up with a 'scientific explanation', they were ashamed of the black history of their previous escape, and some of the more daring and educated people even planned to go back to see it, after all, the tour company's buses did not prepare water and food for the passengers, and the tourists were running out of their own small amount of food. Fortunately, it is a civilized society now, and they are not going to fight for a biscuit or a bottle of water.
Brother Shan was originally one of these people, and even he was one of the few people who took the lead.
"Where are the ghosts in this world?"
Before getting off the bus, their tour guide had urged them not to go back, and he responded when he looked at the other party's frightened expression.
However, within an hour he regretted it.
"I'll !!"
The small village in the mountains is still the same small village, not a single grass, a tree, a house or a room has not changed, but ......
The people who live here are no longer human!
Gray faces, stiff movements, and a long tongue sticking out of the mouth, with blood stains on his body.
When they smell the smell of life, they turn their heads in unison.
In the gray eyes, there was already a bloodthirsty meaning like a tiger and a wolf!
Brother Shan's reaction was the fastest of all, both physically and mentally.
"Run, they're not human anymore!!"
That's right, these village names are no longer human, and looking at them, Brother Shan's mind only thinks of the living dead who are named 'zombies'!
However, it was too late to run, and although the movements of the living dead seemed stiff, they were not slow at all. When Brother Shan and the others walked to the entrance of the village, there were not many living corpses here, only four or five, but in just a moment, five or six people in the team were knocked down.
"Ahh
Just like the scene depicted in the movie, the living dead sent sharp teeth into the throats of the living and everything they could touch, and the screams made the first to flee not dare to look back.
"Let's go!"
Brother Shan grabbed Xiao Ying's hand, this was the only person he could save, and it was also the person he had to save.
This is his wife.
…… This is the end of the picture of the memory......
"Come up!"
The light of the flashlight kept flickering, and Brother Shan temporarily bit it with his mouth, and he squatted down with his back to Xiaoying.
"Come up!"
He repeated, his tone full of unmistakable meaning.
"Brother Shan......"
Xiaoying knew what kind of person her husband was, and she knew that if she didn't go up, then he would rather stay here all the time.
The dark mountain road was cloudy and windy, and the sound of the wind on the muscles and bones of the people seemed to be crying ghosts, they should not have gone back, the living dead who smelled the breath of the living were like flies that smelled the stench, and they would not give up unless they lost the ability to move.
This fact has been confirmed along the way, all the companions who thought they were safe and chose to stop and rest have died, and their screams before death still linger in the ears of Brother Shan and Xiaoying.
They knew that the living dead were always behind them, and that the longer they were here, the more likely they were to die.
"Damn it...... Those guys aren't going to fix the car......"
Brother Shan had an extremely bad guess in his heart, it was originally only an hour's foot, but now he has been running for almost an hour and a half, pay attention!
The car was no longer in its original position, and the two of them had probably been abandoned on the mountain road.
"I ...... Gotta live!"
Carrying his wife on his back, Brother Shan gritted his teeth, step by step, staggering and firm, I don't know where the strength came from, he was as fast as a step.
"Yike......!"
The sound squeezed out between his teeth could not be discerned, and the mountain wind wrapped the man's unyielding syllables, and I don't know where to blow.
"Roar ......!"
Behind, as if in response to this man, countless low roars faintly moved, against the dark background, would this be the end of a man, or the story of a hero who finally escaped?