The yellow sand rises, and the sun is scorching. In the wilderness, gunshots rang out. As the motor roared and dust flew, at one end of the horizon, the scarlet sunset was setting little by little, and the massive iron-blue building was reflected in the rearview mirror.

Today, 2047, the year of Ding Mao, March 5, the ninth day of the second lunar month, stinging.

Thirty years have passed since the zombie outbreak around the world, and the city has long been reduced to an iron jungle of steel and mud, with few survivors struggling to survive in a land that is almost hopeless to survive one more day than yesterday.

The fiery red sun slowly set, and the walking corpse, which had long since lost consciousness, let out a meaningless roar. The night gradually filled, and the howls of birds and beasts were faintly audible.

The car gradually drove into the iron jungle, crushing the wild weeds on the road, and headed forward. The headlights were not turned on, and I was afraid that the light would attract the remaining zombies in the city. The driver of the vehicle was an adult, and the filthy black vest outlined the body of a woman. She has dark skin, two hideous scars on her bare shoulders, short neat hair, a pair of eyes like falcons staring at the road ahead, one hand holding the steering wheel, and the other hand subconsciously hovering between the gear and the gun [Harmony].

The car was carrying a group of children, most of them ragged and covered in mud, and their eyes were already unfamiliar with the catastrophic surroundings, numb and indifferent.

Only one child was a little more lively, sitting in the car and turning around from time to time to look outside. He stepped over the seat and leaned behind the woman in the driver's seat: "Sister Gu, are we here?" ”

Gu San raised his hand and touched the child's head: "It's almost over." When you get there, you'll have something to eat. ”

As the car progressed, a light was seen in the distance. A lamp lit eerily in the silence and darkness of the abandoned city. Gu San stepped on the brakes with some vigilance, and the body disappeared in the shadows, Gu San grabbed the gun and looked forward through the sniper scope.

There was no signal from the fortress ahead other than this lamp.

Gu San turned on the radio and skillfully tuned to a few channels that he was familiar with.

Murmur. Murmur. It's all noise.

Her heart fell silent. There is only one possibility that the fortress is lost. Several children seemed to sense the danger and slowly gathered behind the car. The child who had just opened his mouth to ask Gu San hugged the pillow of her driver's seat with some fear: "We ...... Do we still have to go forward? ”

Gu San suddenly raised his hand and signaled them to be quiet.

Outside the window, something was slowly scraping against the car. Gu San loaded the gun and aimed it at the top of the car, she stood up, swept over the child over there, and asked in a low voice, "Do any of you here know how to drive?" ”

A child who looked to be about seven or eight years old raised his hand.

Gu San stretched out his hand to hug her, adjusted the chair for her, and then asked, "Does anyone know how to read the map?" ”

The other child raised his hand.

To survive in this world, in addition to the most basic literacy and arithmetic, guns, vehicles, and combat basics are the most important things that children should learn after birth.

Gu San arranged everything, climbed into the back seat, and unscrewed the door lock of the entrance and exit under his feet: "I will get out of the car in a while, and when I hear the gunshot, I will immediately drive back." This cart has enough supplies to make it to the next fortress, tell them you're from Fortress 9. Fortress 8 has fallen, understand? ”

Several children looked at her.

After Gu San said this, he gave the nearest few children a hug, and then disappeared under the car in the blink of an eye. Seconds later, gunshots rang out.

The girl in the driver's seat burst into tears silently, flipped the gear, stepped on the accelerator, and stepped back.

The sound of gunfire attracted all the zombies around him, and the monsters that were originally crawling in the car also rushed out in the direction of Gu San. Gu San didn't bring a few bullets down at all, and she attracted the zombies to the building. In the collapsed building, more and more monsters gathered.

Here's the rule of survival, if sacrifice can be exchanged for more people surviving, then sacrifice. Because all the survivors in the past also survived by the continuous sacrifice of their predecessors.

And the survival of more people is hope.

The bullets ran out quickly, a stabbing pain in his back, and his fingers were bitten by the zombie's sharp teeth. In pain, Gu San still raised his knife and cut off the zombie's neck, turned his head and pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the eye socket of another zombie.

Listening to the car getting farther and farther away, she finally slowly slowed down the speed of swinging the knife in her hand.

More and more zombies gathered around her, and the bites and fishy smell enveloped her. Between pulling, Gu San lowered his head and lit a cigarette in his mouth with difficulty, and the pain began to weaken, which was a precursor to mutation. She looked up at the starry sky through the zombie horde, and at the moment when the ash was about to land, she slitted her throat with a knife.