No one will always meet good people in their life, and no one will live with scum for the rest of their lives. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There will always be people who want to brighten up your secluded corner with sunlight. That's the meaning of life.

The shadows of the trees were no longer visible in the green hills in the distance, and the night was getting deeper and deeper, and only black things could be seen in front of me.

We followed Lao Gao into the house, and the surrounding peace was too scary. For speculating on people's psychology, somehow I feel a little tired. Inferring the next move based on a gesture, an action, the tone of speech, and the look in a person's eyes is an extremely exhausting thing, just like observing words and looking at the upper echelons. And currying favor with the leader can gain financial benefits, and observing the surroundings is to save your life.

If life is really like acting, then there is no dignity at all. However, you have the right to refuse, and you can choose the role you want. You can control your character and you can choose the life you want.

Even if it is hard, it must blossom in the flames of war. That's what the end times are all about.

Pushing the stiff muscles on his face, he forced a smile out. Compared to the people who have died, we are already in good shape, right?

"You're smiling, you're so ugly....." The little yellow bird looked up at me.

"Uh-huh~ This is called the awakening of young women in literature and art." I cracked my mouth open, and my lips froze unconscious.

"Salvation of the Beast......" Little Strawberry blinked with sparkling black eyes, innocent.

"Ahem," Lao Gao looked at us sitting still, a little embarrassed, "what do you need?" ”

I didn't have much experience as a guest, and since I left my hometown and went into the ravine, it was like I had been cut off. Obviously, this is the case for everyone, and there are some problems in dealing with outsiders.

"Milk~" The little yellow bird obviously has no such problem, holding the long pillow and rolling around. Lao Gao is about forty or fifty years old, if he and Xiao Gao are father and son. But he looks a lot older. Or maybe it's old and old?

"Okay, anything else?"

"Just like her." I wanted to laugh better, but it didn't seem to be very successful.

"Hmm," the Boss nodded. Everyone had nothing to say and started talking about milk. The kitchen is next to the living room, turning into a bend. The corner has been turned into a bar counter, and there are many good wines hidden.

"If we drink milk, they'll come in through the gate, and the first shot will be in that picture." The little yellow bird rolled over and looked at us with a smile.

“？” Xiao Gao touched his head, "What do you say?" ”

"If we drank water, they would flip through the kitchen window and kill Gao who was watching TV in the living room. Then the famous painting was saved. ”

I nodded. Every fortuitous choice has a corollary.

"Because, when Lao Gao pours milk, his hand shakes, and the cup slips, and then it makes a noise, and then everyone will look at it, and then find him lying on the ground, and a bullet will float over Xiao Gao's head."

And the reason why Lao Gao's hands are shaking is because he used to be a soldier when he was young, and once a bullet hit his wrist. Because the governor of the year wanted to embezzle, he did not give Lao Gao a subsidy, and then Lao Gao came here to farm by himself. And the chief wanted to embezzle because his wife had cancer. ”

"Smack-" The sound of the cup breaking. Everyone is silent, is this still a bird?

Little Strawberry rolled over the sofa and fell to the ground, and the little high ghost ran to the kitchen. I unfastened my weapon, and the boss pressed against the inside of the door, and the little yellow bird's smile grew wider: "The reason why Xiao Gao went to the kitchen is because his father also had this kind of situation, and then the stroke has not improved until now. ”

"Birds!" I watched her lie still, slapped her, dragged away.

"Whoosh-" A bullet hit the oil painting on the living room wall, the glass cracking and diverging outward.

"When one person dies, the whole world is a murderer." The bird burst out laughing, breathless with laughter, tears streaming down its cheeks.

It was too late, I slapped it twice, just like the dialect that the bird usually spoke, and the two Latti Xiuxiu. Pick up the bird and run, occupy the favorable terrain, and run upstairs.

Don't expect the couch to block the AK47. Little Strawberry is trying to hide her figure. The only person in the world who was hit by an AK47 and did not die was because the bullet passed through the steel helmets of the two comrades in front of him, and then through his steel helmet and pierced into his forehead. A bullet as long as half a palm, it's not like you can block it.

"What?" The bird rubbed my hair, and it made my heart tighten. "I'll talk about it later, there's an enemy attack."

The window on the second floor was closed, and I checked it and opened it to throw down a bottle of homemade petrol bombs. It's good, it's low-cost, and it's not easy to find out.

There was a fire downstairs, like watching fireworks up close. For this level of light, it is best to have goggles, and it doesn't matter if you don't have them.

And voices, screams, screams, heart-rending friction sounds. The little bird heard it too, and his face turned a little pale. "They brought, those things."

"Hmm." I took a breath and issued body armor. Although it is no longer useful to know such melee combat, 50 meters, the range of the average pistol.

As soon as his hand came to his senses, he began to touch the cold firearm. At such an age, it should be the years when you hold flowers in your hand and fall in love and go shopping with your boyfriend. Obviously, I want to struggle like a man, but sometimes I feel a little aggrieved. Beloved, God loves children who rely on themselves, love is not the whole of life. We just want to stand firm on the earth on our own feet.

"Enemy situation A, repeat, enemy situation A. There are zombies at 3 o'clock, the number is about 30.The number of humans is unknown, and the weapon level is 4."

The cells all over my body seemed to be awakened, and the thirst for blood made me restless, and I felt a shivering pleasure when I smelled the air rushing.

As someone who controls the tide of battle, this feeling of being about to boil is simply fatal. But the more depressed, the more obvious, like a tiger in a cage, the more suppressed, the more struggled, roaring.

Manic, restless, angry these days. It's like a burst of brain from the bottom of my heart. This is what Freudyi said about the human instinct to die? Destructive tendencies.

The bird, too, seemed to be frightened by me, and took a few steps back. "Roger. I'm in control. "The bird's perception is powerful, but no one knows what the price is.

I know, it's not that easy. There is no such thing as a matter of course.

The gunshots downstairs were noticeable, and the boss killed two. I just don't know the specifics. The balcony on the top floor is a dangerous place, and I'm not a bird, I have invisible wings. The three-story building is not high, as long as the posture is correct, it is possible to fall to death.

The bird took on the job of an outside lookout, and apparently my situation could only be killed.

Tumbling down from the balcony on the second floor, I fell on the grass, but luckily it was cold and there were no snakes. It is troublesome to get bitten without serum.

"Bird, report the exact location of the enemy."

"Your 11 o'clock direction, 5, be careful."

"Hmm."

"Now there is a message that a vehicle is approaching fifteen kilometers away. The speed is 40 per hour, the situation is unknown, please turn off the positioning transmitter. Xiao Yueyue's calm voice came, and everyone's tight strings loosened. Information warfare is the true meaning of war.

I like to use knives. There is no sound, and the damage is obvious. With the right strength and angle, it can split the hardest bones without shattering.

Even if these people were other people's mothers, wives, and daughters before. Father, husband, son. After death, all the past is gone, and it doesn't count. There is no force that can turn back time, it can go against nature.

These zombies are the enemies of the living.

Three wobbly things, limping towards the villa. There were two more, and I hooked my back to look around. Behind is a wall.

The skull is so hard that it doesn't take a few strokes to dull the blade. In fact, modern knives are not as tough as ancient times, and perhaps due to mineral deposits, the swords of the Qin period are still sharpened like clay.

No matter how advanced science and technology are, it can't turn wood into iron.

But it can turn people into monsters.

I wielded my machete and slashed diagonally at the zombie in front of me, the neck being the most vulnerable. In the animal kingdom, showing the neck indicates surrender, and exposing the belly indicates love and trust.

These zombies don't even have animal instincts anymore, and the funny thing is that they don't necessarily keep much when they're alive.

Black bodily fluids poured out of the wounds, not like living people, like fountains. How long have they not eaten? No, eating, the most primitive instinct. I feel like God is playing a joke on the fact that the invincible human has fallen back to the bottom of the species. Like a single-celled organism with no emotion, no mind. Without thought, the reed grass of humanity is like coming to the brink of extinction.