Chapter 19: Survivors

"Anyone? I'm Mo Ran, the one on WeChat, I'm here to deliver you food. ”

"Ah~, there is... Someone, someone, help me. ”

"Someone?"

Mo Ran was a little surprised, but the hurried sound coming from inside, and the sound of quickly moving away from the door, indicated that there was really someone inside.

It seemed like it had been held with a lot of things, and you could even hear the "squeak" of the desk being dragged away.

I don't know how many things were piled up, but after a while, I saw the door quickly open from the inside, revealing a very haggard boy's face.

He is not tall, his facial features are very upright, his skin is fair, although he looks pale and haggard now, and he is still a little thin, but in the past, he should have been a handsome guy who was very popular among girls.

"Brother, you really came to save me, I thought no one would come to save me, thank God, thank you so much."

He was obviously very excited, which made the whole person tremble, and it could be seen that he was still the kind of person who was very good at talking, and his expression and tone were in place.

However, Mo Ran looked at him, but frowned slightly, although his clothes were quite clean and tidy, but somehow, a faint smell of blood emanated from his body.

He couldn't help but step back a little away from him.

"You're alone?"

couldn't help asking, looking inside, or because of moving things to block the door, the inside had already been very messy, but with Mo Ran's perception now, he saw some blood stains on the ground just by casually searching.

"That's it...... It's just me, big brother, what's wrong? How many people have you saved now? Everyone's okay? ”

With a flickering sound of hesitation, Mo Ran's face immediately became gloomy, and he directly pushed him with the knife in his hand and walked in.

As soon as he walked in the door, the source of the smell of blood was immediately perceived, it was the direction of the bathroom, but he didn't go, but looked back at the man and asked again.

"Didn't you say you had a girlfriend together?"

"Huh? Which... Why, I didn't say it, when did I say it. ”

It's just that the face that turned pale in that moment made Mo Ran not have to guess at all.

He glanced back around the room, not wanting to doubt or think that something like that could happen.

But he soon realized that he was wrong, and that the photographs and utensils on the wall showed that there was another person who existed here.

It should be a very warm couple, the girl in the photo looks young, petite, cute and innocent.

For example, I am very happy, I love life, I have a sweet smile, or because I got such a handsome and excellent boyfriend;

The whole room may look messy now, but before that, it should be very tidy and welcoming, because even the most overlooked windows and walls are clean.

He didn't want to think about what was going on, but when he saw the body in the bathroom, he didn't want to believe it.

The cause of death should have been death due to excessive bleeding from a stab in the abdomen, and the body had begun to show signs of decomposition, which should have occurred at least a day before.

Looking at the face that should have been very delicate before his death, even if he was dead, he still retained disbelief and confusion on his expression.

When he turned around, the boy's face was already pale, and his whole body was trembling.

Although Mo Ran felt angry, he surprisingly didn't show it, let alone say a word, so he closed the door of the bathroom again and was silent.

He didn't have the heart to speculate on what was right or wrong, he just left the door and walked out without a sound, not even wanting to look at the boy again.

What bullshit is right or wrong, I remember someone said: "As long as it is to live, anything can be forgiven; As long as it is alive, the race can continue. ”

Leaving everything behind in order to live? What he could never do, he would never agree with.

But he didn't want to impose it on others, let alone influence others, so he just left, even if he wanted to slash him with a knife no matter how angry he was.

"Big brother, it's not me who wants to kill her, it's her hand that moves first, I... I ...... accidentally, big brother, wait for me, don't leave me here, I finally looked forward to you, I don't want to die. ”

But Mo Ran still didn't speak, but moved faster, not because he was afraid that he would catch up, but because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist a knife for a while and dirty his hands.

I quickly went downstairs, but I didn't expect the boy to really follow, and his physical strength was obviously good, not at all like a person who had been hungry for a few days.

Mo Ran didn't want to think about anything else, not only did he move faster, but he also went to the place where there were zombies.

This impulsiveness almost made him lose his mind.

"Big brother, big brother, don't leave me, I really didn't mean to kill her... Really, big brother, big brother~. ”

His voice was very loud, as if he was a little crazy, with a cry, if he wasn't afraid that Mo Ran would be lost, he would have sat down and cried loudly.

But Mo Ran didn't stop, just walked straight away, and he found himself angry, and the more he heard his voice, the more angry he became.

However, after walking for a while, I heard a scream behind me, accompanied by several barking dogs.

Mo Ran immediately became a spirit, dodged and quickly hid in a corner, and when he looked back, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I don't know when and where five dogs came out of the city and surrounded the boy, the distance should be a hundred meters, Mo Ran felt scared, and the cold sweat on his body instantly soaked his clothes.

The anger just now made him lose his composure, and he didn't feel anything, and the danger almost came to his head.

But how can he not be angry, although he used to hear people say that people are sinister every day, even he himself sometimes disgusted, but he didn't want to see it, let alone be so naked in front of him.

Why can't it be good all the time? yes, why can't you keep it up all the time!

It's not so much that I'm angry with others, but that I'm angry with myself.

When the end comes, in despair, the dark side of human nature is revealed little by little, even himself.

Even if he was forcibly suppressed, it still radiated from the deepest depths of human nature little by little, eroding and infecting, as if to pull him into the abyss of despair.

"Help me, save me...... I was wrong, I really didn't mean to.

Ah~, but what is wrong with me, I pity her to be good with her, but she actually wants me to die with her.

Why should I die, I want to live, I'm so good, what can't be.

Ah, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, I haven't lived enough, I've worked hard to live, I've finally managed to fight something, I haven't enjoyed anything, what's wrong with me...... What's wrong with me~, I don't want to die, save my ......, ah~"

In despair, it's like I can't care about anything.

Maybe that's what the instinct to survive should be, to do whatever it takes to survive.

Not to mention that such an apocalyptic world is still for the sake of living, even in the peaceful times of the past, there are many people who abandon human nature for a little enjoyment, or just a little weakness to extinguish their conscience.

Seeing that desperate face, pain, hatred, regret, and unwillingness.

But no matter how hard you struggle, sometimes it will be in vain.