Ten minutes later, Bill walked silently down the dark streets, now that the infection had begun, it could have gotten worse, and now Philadelphia had fallen into chaos, and the city without power was like a giant losing his life. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the only thing Bill can rely on is the tactical flashlight hanging under the M16 in his hand, the vision began to blur and distort sharply, the old body really couldn't restrain the effect of the anesthetic, Bill muttered to himself: "Is it just dead here?" Bill leaned against the wall of the house as if his strength had been drained, his vision almost dimmed. Bill seemed to be able to see his old teammates waving to him, Bill was really tired and tired, and Bill was full of hands to catch the ghosts that had been left in Vietnam. Suddenly, Bill's then-captain emerged: "Hell, Bill! What are you doing? You can't fall now, you're still on a mission! Bill's confused spirit was awakened by the captain's words, and Bill stood up with difficulty and said, "I can't fall yet, there are still people who need me." Bill took a deep breath of the cold night air, and tried to keep himself out of the control of the anesthetic, and the old one: his back gradually disappeared into the night streets of Philadelphia.

On the third day after the infection, Bill fell asleep against the wall with his gun in his hand, and when dawn was about to fall, Bill opened his eyes. After a night's rest, Bill obviously regained his combat ability, and briefly checked the M16 in his hand and the few ammunition left, Bill decided to solve the problem of fresh water and food first, and returned to the street, Bill found the danger that he didn't find last night, Bill couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind him, if he really lay there and fell asleep, it would be a dinner for these zombies. Bill quietly bypassed several potential dangers and looked for a small shop that could solve his survival house, Bill looked at the smashed food stores and shook his head, it seems that a lot of things really happened last night, the closer you get to the city center, the more bullet casings, bullets, and corpses can be seen everywhere. Bill couldn't help but wonder if it was a wise choice for him to come to the city center to find food, and suddenly Bill noticed a red shadow flashing in a dark alley in front of him, Bill thought he was wrong, but a zombie also noticed this obviously, and swayed towards the place where the red shadow disappeared......

Zoe hurriedly took a red shirt from her home but time did not allow Zoe to choose anything, she had seen many zombies in the corridor of the apartment, Zoe quickly climbed from the window of her room to the fire escape and walked to the street, she found that everything had become chaotic, the street was full of walking zombies and frightened people, a zombie approached Zoe, Zoe opened fire with the M92 pistol in his hand, the bullet hit the zombie's head at close range, and the zombie's head shattered like a watermelon, Zoe's stomach churned. There are more and more zombies around, Zoe fired three shots in a row and knocked over a few zombies close to him, fear shrouded in Zoe's heart, Zoe desperately wanted to move his feet, but his body was completely out of his control, and when a zombie really wanted to pounce on Zoe, a man's figure appeared......

Zoe walked through the dark alleys, trying to avoid contact with zombies, she also witnessed several tragedies, but she couldn't help, the gun in her hand only had three rounds of ammunition left, she couldn't help them and maybe dragged herself into the water, but she could never forget that the boy asked Zoe for help, but Zoe ignored him, she saw him torn apart, his eyes were full of dryness, Zoe hid in the dark with guilt in her heart, she could only keep running, keep running, so that this terrible sense of guilt does not weigh on his already fragile nerves. It was already close to the early hours of the morning, and Zoe was also starting to show symptoms of dehydration, and her lower abdomen began to scream uncontrollably. Zoe looked ahead at a food store that hadn't been looted, and Zoe flashed in happily. Pushing open the door of the food store, it was pitch black, and Zoe turned on the flashlight she had found from the corpse of a police officer, and Zoe carefully flipped through the food on the display case. Zoe took a bag of bread and a bottle of water and hid in the corner to eat it full, and when the bread was in her mouth, Zoe realized that she was alive. Zoe found the mirror in the pocket of her jeans and looked at herself, her white face was covered with muddy stains, Zoe smiled helplessly, and suddenly noticed that there was something strange behind her. Zoe stood up, reflexively raised her pistol and flashlight, the flashlight was reflected in a broken human face, dragging her hollowed out belly towards Zoe step by step, Zoe found that she couldn't go back, she chose a corner of the display case as a place to hide, thinking that it would be safe here, but now she might kill herself. Zoe held her breath, trying her best to steady herself, and the crosshair aimed at the zombie's head and fired in one go. The zombie was shot and fell and didn't move, the sound of gunfire echoed in the small food house, Zoe suddenly heard a bad figure, there was a zombie hiding behind her, if it wasn't for this zombie to lure her out, she might have been attacked by that zombie! Zoe turned around quickly, but the zombie pounced on Zoe faster, and Zoe hit the zombie with two shots in a hurry, but the zombie didn't seem to feel the pain and bit down on Zoe's neck, Zoe shouted, "Jack!" Touch! An M16 bullet pierced the zombie's brain and sent it flying, and Zoe saw an old figure in her blurred vision......

Zoe vaguely looked at the approaching old figure, her eyes slightly closed, accustomed to the darkness and not used to the sudden beam of light from the tactical flashlight. Bill stretched out his hand, and Zoe lay down and watched the old man in military uniform lose his mind inexplicably. Bill shook his hand and said, "It's time to get up, little girl, do you want to be a zombie lunch here?" Zoe woke up from a dream. Bill laughed and pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it. Zoe whispered, "Thank you for saving me, are you a soldier?" In the dark of night, Bill's cigarette butt went out, and Bill took a deep breath and said, "Sort of, what's your name, little girl?" Zoe said, "My name is Zoe, what about you?" Bill leaned against the display case and said, "Bill." (To be continued.) )