Leaning back, supporting his body with his hands, and pushing his feet back, he was terrified, and the fear was written directly on his face. What the hell is that!? What is it? 9527 kept shouting in his heart ...

I saw that thing, after discovering 9527, it quickened its pace a little and approached him, its broken throat trembling and letting out a piercing roar, dragging its bent right leg, waving its arms hard, as if there was a tempting delicacy in front of him.

At this time, 9527 had been forced to the pine tree, his legs trembling with fright could not stand up for a while, his hands were groping wildly, begging to find something to enhance his sense of security, and suddenly, there was a coolness in his palm, it was a stone, and if you looked closely, there were uneven edges and corners. Holding it in both hands, I watched the thing come step by step.

It's a lifesaver, it's an instinctive reaction, when the thing is less than two steps away from 9527, 9527 suddenly bursts up, his legs rush forward violently, holding a stone with both hands, and smashes straight into the monster's eyebrows

Dong ----- there was a sound of bones cracking, and the monster's head had already spewed out a black-red paste, but 9527 didn't mean to stop, holding the stone with both hands, and with a roar, it smashed into the cracked skull again and again, as if to vent the fear in his heart without reservation

I don't know how long it took to smash it, the stone stained with black blood was thrown aside, 9527 was lying on the ground, still unable to believe what had just happened, he needed time to calm down. But hunger forced him to get up, eager to look through the backpack that was still on the monster's back.

When I opened the zipper, I was greeted by a foul smell, more disgusting than durian, worse than shi,,,,,,, it was the stench emitted by the fruit that had rotted for I don't know how long, and there was a black paste everywhere in the whole backpack, if I had to identify it, it should be rotten bananas and apples.

But the breath couldn't stop 9527's hands from rummaging through, there must be something, there must be, he kept pulling things out of the lump of paste, some unknown pieces of paper, data cables, small boxes with some parts, and finally, finally he touched an iron column.

Canned, canned, 9527 was short of breath, and shook it indiscriminately, not caring about any liquid residue, so he had to open it.

My thumb and forefinger kept groping for the tabs, which were hard to find because they had been soaked in the pile of rot for so long, and the entire surface of the can was covered in black paste.

9527's eyes widened, panting, his mind was full of the delicious taste of the can after opening, and when he thought of this, his saliva increased again, and finally, he touched a little bulge, the texture, yes, it was the pull ring.

The nail is pressed inward, the pull ring is stuck, as long as you press harder, you can open the lid, you can eat the delicious food inside, you can ,,, it,,,,,, but, why can't you open it, there is no strength in the hands, the whole person seems to be stagnant, even if the saliva drips on the hands do not react, I feel itchy back.

Finally, I don't know how long the time stopped, and then there was another tingling pain in the back, as if something had been inserted into the body, and it kept stirring, making a mess of the internal organs, and suddenly the throat tightened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.