Chapter 8: An Unprecedented Crisis
You may not believe it, but after walking in this huge town of Trout for so long, not a single zombie has been found.
For a moment, Locke wondered if he had opened it in the wrong way.
If it weren't for the fact that Hillia had shot a wandering zombie before reaching Trout, Locke would have thought he might have traveled to no man's land......
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"Why is it so quiet here?" Locke asked.
"Maybe all the residents of the town have fled, after all, it's been more than a month since the plague began."
"Do you need to rest here?"
"I still don't want it, I always feel that the silence here is terrible, and I have a bad premonition."
A woman's sixth sense?
Locke and Hillia's plan was to observe the situation near the town of Trout before going to the nearest medical facility on the map to seek medicine to treat Hillia.
Locke tossed the backpack on his shoulder three times and continued the Trout's journey.
"What if you say this city is left with you and me?"
"You and me?"
"Of course! I'm not the last pure man in the world now, haven't I been attracted by my hormonal charm these days? β
"Huh!"
Hehe? This ungrateful woman, see that the master will not do you in the future!
Locke always felt a little embarrassed after asking this.
More precisely, it should be Locke's embarrassing operation, which caused the chat atmosphere between the two at the moment to be at the peak of embarrassment.
Maybe this is the destructive power of a straight man of steel......
"Giggle......... Uh..................h Woo............"
A hoarse howl in the distance broke the awkward atmosphere that Locke had created because he had accidentally said the wrong thing.
The moment the three roaming zombies saw Rock and Hillia, they kept rushing towards Locke and Hillia's direction, and the speed was not much different from an adult's 100-meter sprint.
The zombie at the head was dressed in a white sweatshirt, running up and swaying, tiptoeing, staring with his head down, no chin, his hair was messily thrown on that hateful face, his eyes were white, his eyes were small, staring at the direction of Locke and Hillia, his face was white and there was an indescribable weird smile on his face, and he rushed over with his big rotten mouth.
He could see that he was hungry and would eat all the creatures that stood in his way.
And Rock and Hillia fit that bill well.
βbangοΌβ A gunshot rang out.
It was Locke who fired the gun and hit the zombie in the shoulder.
I rub! Is my marksmanship so frustrated?
βbangοΌβ The second gunshot hit the zombie's neck.
Forehead! It seems that I have a gun or no gun, and it seems to be the same.,I'm a stroke master in the zombie world.,I remember I'm pretty good at playing FPS games!
"Shall I come?" Hillia asked, seeing that Locke hadn't killed a zombie with two shots.
"You're not well! It's up to me! β
"And! I just tried the ballistics of this pistol, don't underestimate me, I am very stable! β
Hillia knew that Locke was a man who wanted to save face and suffer crimes, and it was not easy to expose him for the sake of Locke's self-esteem.
This time, Locke held the pistol firmly with both hands, stared with bated breath, grasped the amplitude of his breathing, and controlled all the factors needed to shoot to the best.
Well! Locke: You can! Don't let the men around you underestimate you!
Locke's heart is constantly hinting at himself......
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βbangοΌβ A gunshot rang out.
"Buzz! Airplanes! Buzz...... "Locke shot very accurately at the police car next to the zombie.
Well! Not a stroke! It's off-target!
Successfully got rid of the human stroke and upgraded the off-target master, but the consequence of this shot deviation was not just that he didn't kill these roaming zombies.
Because the constant alarm on the police car suddenly attracted the attention of the zombies within a few kilometers nearby.
"Wow......" A howl resounded through the sky!
I saw countless zombies rushing from behind these three roaming zombies, extremely fast!
"! What's going on?!! β
"Corpse! Zombie tide? β
Seeing that Hillia was still in a state of confusion, Locke directly took her hand and ran in the opposite direction.
Now it's a big deal......
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Although Locke and Hilia were not slow, they still couldn't outrun the pursuit of these corpse tides.
Locke felt that the zombies in these zombie tides might not be the same as those roaming zombies.
Zombies in the zombie horde move faster, scream louder, swarm in groups, and are more destructive.
If it weren't for the fact that Locke and Hillia were now trapped in a large truck, they might have been gnawed clean by these grinning zombies outside.
"Why is this happening?" Locke said subconsciously.
"Why? Are you too embarrassed to ask? If you weren't arrogant, if you didn't insist on shooting yourself, if you hadn't shot a police car, would we be trapped here? The more she spoke, the weaker her voice became, and at last she burst into tears.
Locke's whole body was blindfolded all at once!
What Hillia said is not unreasonable, if she had given the gun to Hillia well, I am afraid that she would not have suffered so much.
Locke stepped forward to comfort Hillia, but was pushed away by Hillia.
Locke hugged Hillia in his arms very hard, and said lightly: "Trust me! There will be a turnaround! β
Locke is also the first time to coax a girl, this trick is learned from idol dramas, it doesn't seem to be bad, at least Hillia doesn't cry anymore.
The two snuggled up like this for half an hour, and Hillia probably fell asleep all at once, probably because her body was so tired.
Locke put it down securely, took off his coat and put it over her.
Now Locke and Hillia are trapped in the back garage of these two large trucks, and although more than half an hour has passed, they can still hear the roars of countless zombies outside.
Locke came to the back garage door of the train and observed his surroundings through the cracks.
After several observations, it was found that there were more and more zombies outside.
At first, the number of zombies outside may only be about 100, but now the number should be no less than 300, and the number is still increasing.
It seems that it is unlikely to stay in the truck garage and wait for the zombies to retreat naturally, so we have to find another way.
Locke anxiously paced through the garage as he thought about how he could get out of here.
Just as Locke kept walking in circles, one accidentally tripped over something under his feet.
Locke endured the pain and searched for something in the dark to trip him over.
At this time, Locke was angry, just thinking about finding the thing and throwing it into the zombie group, so that the zombies could teach it a good lesson to relieve their hatred.
After a few fumbling attempts, Locke found the thing.
Locke took it to the garage door, and several streaks of light shone on the black thing.
"Boom, click, click." A few noises interrupted Locke, who was about to throw him out.
Locke looked up and saw that this black thing was actually a pager.
It may be that I accidentally tripped over it, and by chance I will close the switch button of this pager.
Locke's eyes lit up, as if he were looking at a bodhisattva who saved the dead, looking at the buzzing pager in his hand.
Locke put it to his ear and said tentatively, "Yes! Anyone? β
And there was not the slightest sound on the other side of the pager.
"Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Locke asked reluctantly.
But there was still no sound.
It seems that he still overestimates it, he has only seen a living person in Helia since the beginning of the crossing, and now it is strange that there are people who are so dangerous here.
Frustrated, Locke put the pager aside, closed his eyes and prayed that the Bodhisattva would hear his inner voice to save him.
Maybe that's the only thing I can do right now.
"Boom, click, click!"
"Buzz!"
"Can the person on the other side hear me? Can the person on the other side hear it? Can the person on the other side hear it? β
Locke was taken aback and subconsciously said, "Could it be that the Bodhisattva has really appeared?" β