In the dim light, the scene in front of me suddenly opened up.

This is an "office" of about 60 square meters.

The chandelier covered with dust overhead, with cobwebs, crumbling.

In front of me, on the desk on the left.

Sitting sat a dried corpse that had not yet decomposed.

The eye sockets are deep-set, and the shriveled eyeballs are like rotten "grapes".

With the sudden appearance of airflow pressure in the air, a black rancid liquid flows out.

The "platoon commander" slowly lowered me from behind and looked around vigilantly.

I leaned against the corner.

The communicator that had been held tightly in his hand suddenly vibrate.

I was ecstatic, and without hesitation, clicked on the "button" to receive the message.

This is the task I have been responsible for in the squad, and it is currently in the case of all communication failures.

The only hope.

With the noisy sound of radio waves, it came from the communicator in his hand.

I know.

Everyone's hearts are almost in their throats.

I was so excited that I was almost incoherent, and I was ecstatic, and I spoke into the communicator in my hand.

"I am a hummingbird, number 45... 27, more than ten people in the team survived, asked for support from superiors, and asked for positioning. ”

In the communicator, a low male voice came out, first hesitated for a while, and then suddenly, word by word.

"Are you sure..., are there really more than a dozen people still alive, satellite shows that no one survives within 30 kilometers except for you..."

"No one survived within 30 kilometers ...".

This sentence has been echoing in my mind until a dozen times.

My hairs stood on end.

Drops of sweat, running down the cheeks, "ticked" down on the broken monitor.

I didn't dare look up.

Just used his peripheral vision to look at the backs of more than a dozen white robes in front of him.

Rigid movements, stiff movements.

It's like a corpse that has been dead for a long time and the blood circulation has stopped flowing, and suddenly "comes alive" again.

"Hummingbirds... Hummingbird, please answer if you receive. ”

"Hummingbird!"

In the communicator, voices kept coming out.

I froze straight in place, and the communicator in my hand accidentally fell to the ground.

"Smack."

In the cold and damp space in front of him, the nervous call from the other end of the communicator still echoed.

"Hummingbird, hummingbird."

"Can you hear me?"

"Please answer if you receive it."

"Hummingbird..."

The sound of the communicator is not big or small.

It just happened to alarm the platoon commander who was facing away from me.

Wearing a gas mask, he turned to look.

Through the goggles on the mask.

I saw a hint of confusion in my eyes.

Hurriedly picked up the communicator from the ground and responded: "I'm a hummingbird, I'm a hummingbird." ”

"Request support from above, request satellite positioning."

In my hand, I was holding a broken communicator.

I only hope that my superiors can realize the terrible crisis here and send reinforcements quickly.

Even if it's just one person.

A living person.

It can also pull my mind back from the area that is about to collapse.

I clutched the communicator in my hand, fearing that if I accidentally fell it just now, it would be completely damaged.

Just when I was nervous, on the other end of the communicator, a strong electric current sound came again.

I know it's probably going to fail again this time.

Since stepping in, this strange fortification in the depths of the earth, terrifying things have happened one after another.

First, all the equipment failed.

Then, the mechanical clock I was wearing was reversed.

All of these things stimulated my nerves.

Perhaps it was a bad decision to start by joining this squad.

I'm not a professional.

There is also no special training.

In the face of everyone's disdain, it was the old chief who forcibly transferred me from the cooking class.

"What's wrong?"

The hoarse voice of the platoon suddenly came to my ears.

I didn't realize why his voice had suddenly become so weird.

Just forcibly suppressed the panic in my heart.

Stumbling his mouth, he said, "No... It's okay, I'm trying to communicate with the outside world. ”

He turned around in disbelief, his movements were slow and stiff, so that I could no longer talk and laugh with the "platoon commander" I had before

Associated.

"The whole team is on guard, check every corner."

Hoarse voice.

Echoing throughout, the entire empty office area.

My eyes didn't know where to put them, but subconsciously looked at the dry corpse that had not decomposed.

Suddenly.

The corpse's hand seemed to twitch.

Even his head was slightly up.

I was so frightened that I took off my gas mask.

Holding his breath, he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The scene in front of me is still the same, without the slightest change.

Perhaps, it was really me who was so tired that I hallucinated in front of my eyes.

I'm thinking about it.

His eyes were unconscious, looking around.

In the southeastern corner.

There was a small dark door, standing quietly.

It was covered with rust and was bound by chains the thickness of an arm.

I rubbed my eyes, afraid that this time it was another hallucination.

Until the scene in front of him gradually solidified, the tired body also slowed down a little.

I'm just limping.

Walk towards the small door in the southeast corner of the flash.

The platoon commander, wearing a gas mask and a white robe, noticed me.

I noticed the inconspicuous little door in front of me.

He took me by the arm and walked over to me.

took it out, pinned it to the **** on his waist, and withdrew all the bullets inside.

Instead, it was replaced with a projectile with a red mark.

The **** in his hand is a special custom of the old chief.

Can fire normal bullets.

It is also possible to fire, a more powerful special projectile, albeit at a short range.

However, the degree of damage is no less than that of the Xia bomb.

I know he's urgent.

It's not the last minute, and it won't be used, the last remaining "hole card".

With a loud bang, a puff of green smoke came out of the muzzle.

I almost, with my hands over my ears, watched the iron gate in front of me almost scrap.

I never thought that this thing would shoot so loudly.

It's as if someone, close to your ear, fires a .54 caliber bullet next to the air.

So, so much so that I covered my ears a second late.

The deafening sound made my brain go blank for a moment.

When awake again.

More than a dozen team members in front of them had already kicked the iron door open.

They move stiffly and rigidly, with metal shoes and boots.

Bang on the floor, ping-pong.

Almost at the same time.

I heard another strange noise at the desk of the zombie leaning against him behind me.

My heart was terrified to the extreme, and I trembled and turned my head.

The corpse in front of me, which was originally sitting at the table, suddenly changed angles, and its shriveled eyes looked at me deadly.

I was so frightened that I crawled and crawled, ignoring the pain in my leg, and burrowed into the iron door.

The originally silent air was full of weirdness.

Almost, it becomes the iron gate of the sieve.

was forced by me and completely locked up, for fear that the strange corpse would suddenly appear.

Scared me to death.

I gasped for air, and the platoon commander in front of me didn't seem to realize all this.

Perhaps.

He didn't have time to take care of the situation behind him.

Because of the large scene in front of me, I and everyone were completely stunned.

It's a much bigger space.