The morning sun isn't always pleasant.

At this time, the street was lying in a fog, and every piece of asphalt, every building, every quiet and frightening grove was filled with hazy water vapor.

The sunlight quietly hit the somewhat faded highway at the lane marking, illuminating a mutilated figure wandering the street - some of the whole arms were torn from the shoulders, only a layer of blue skin was drooping, and some stomachs appeared out of thin air A big gap, you can see the black purulent tissue fluid and gently beating organs through the faint light, of course, the main refinement organs are almost gone, it is estimated that there are zombies enjoying it before the transformation, and some of the lower body is as if it was cut off by some sharp weapon, As he struggled to crawl, a black trail of blood flowed like a painting.

They sniffed carefully at the scent of the survivors, but in the morning when the moisture was still diffuse, there was no smell of the living, no smell of flesh, and no rancid stench of their decaying bodies.

The sun shone on their gray and white pupils, and those eyes that should have been flowing with a brownish black light were now just a simple appetite.

Or is such a face—such a bloodstained, shriveled, rotten face, even if it has only two black hole eye sockets, better than it is now?

The morning sun isn't always pleasant.

......

Ren He was indeed not very comfortable - he stubbornly lay on the crack of the door and stared outside for dozens of minutes, he didn't know why he could see clearly as described above, and he didn't know why some strange descriptions appeared in his mind inexplicably, maybe he hadn't written for too long.

He laughed and laughed, a little nostalgic for his old writing life.

"I'm a writer, I should have a big brain, I can't think of what I'm thinking in my head now, what I'm doing in reality, it's all according to someone else's arrangement... Am I just a character created by someone else?"

After years of thinking, his brain hole became bigger and bigger, and he inadvertently came up with such a terrible idea, which really scared him, but looking at a few friends who were busy preparing, he calmed down.

"I don't want to have these things gone, the top priority is to prepare to rush to the troops."

He patted his face, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth tried to rise, revealing a little beautiful arc, and then mustered up his spirit and sorted out his bags.

As I saw just now, the zombies outside are basically scattered again, and the fog in the early morning is just enough to cover the breath and whereabouts of several of them, if you set off early, you should be able to reach the destination smoothly, but some of the water and food should be left here, after all, I don't know what will happen next, if there is an accident, you can withdraw here with a lighter bag, and you will not cut off your own back road.

As for weapons, Lorraine's cross sword has been sharpened with the sharpener of the hardware store, and the rest of the daggers and machetes can be sharpened, and the broken ones are simply tied to the pole as simple spears. The electric drill in the hardware store also brought a few, fortunately there is a portable battery, so there is no need to worry about power supply, there must be a lot of warehouses in the army, there should be a lot of materials in the ash, the problem is that there is no key, a few people unlock the skill is not full, fortunately, there is an electric drill, when the time comes, the lock cylinder is destroyed, and the lock in the bag is not a bad way, and the gun and the rest of the long-range attack weapons, maintenance is handed over to Lu Bai, his words will be able to debug the weapon in the best state.

"Woo... Wow..."

Curly straightened his front paws, pouted his buttocks, stretched his waist like yoga, shook the hair on his body, and walked towards him.

"Yo! Morning, how did the little one sleep last night!"

He rubbed his round little head, and suddenly rubbed it while he wasn't paying attention! For a while, it was dog hair, people rubbing dogs, spinning dogs, one person and one dog churning between staggered light and shadow, and there were faint air waves circling around them!!

This so-called, rubbing the dog's head angrily.

"It's almost done."

Luo Yuzhu rubbed his hair and walked over, looking still sleepy-eyed, but the neat dress and the backpack on his back all proved that he had been prepared.

"It's almost tidy up, it's just right now, we can take advantage of the early morning fog to try to cover our whereabouts, and then reach our destination, besides, now that the zombies outside have basically dispersed, it's a good time to go."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and inform them to get ready to go."

Everyone who heard the good news was immediately overjoyed, and all the fatigue in the morning disappeared, and they hurriedly sorted out their equipment, and they were already eager to try.

In this way, seven people and one dog, carrying their bags, opened the roller shutter door, and embarked on a new journey in the sunny morning!!

......

"Wen Yiyang, I don't know what will happen next, carry your luggage for us, you take the shield and walk at the head of the line, in case anything happens, you will block it temporarily, and we will retreat together! Do you hear that?"

Ren He roughly thought about it, it was more secure to let Wen Yiyang walk in front, it really didn't work to block it for the time being, as soon as there was a situation, the shield was thrown directly, and it would be over if he left!

"Wen Yiyang, you squeaked, didn't wake up?"

Seeing that Wen Yiyang, who was walking behind, was silent for a long time, Lorraine roared briefly, and when he looked back, he only saw a straight, empty street.

Oh... Hell, this guy really didn't seem to wake up...

"Text... Wenyi Yang...?"

Several people looked at each other, their minds went blank, and their eyes gradually glazed over...

"Where are the people who step on horses!"

......

In the early morning, I don't know that the first rays of sunlight hit Wen Yiyang's face, which made him a little bored, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes and propped himself up from the ground.

"Morning, why is it so bright today... Hmmm???"

What catches your eye is the open door of the hardware store, the sun is high, but the hardware store is empty. There was a pile of dog hair scattered on the ground for some reason, and a few zombies were strolling around the street in the distance.

"Ren He...?"

"Lorraine...?"

"You... Are you in....?"

All that responded to him was a silent silence.

Wen Yiyang sat alone on the cold floor, his heart was suddenly cold to the bone, he couldn't help but hide his face and sigh, a line of tears crossed the corners of his eyes, his mind was blank, and his expression gradually became sluggish...

For the first time, he felt such a sense of powerlessness, and countless grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

"Where are the people who step on horses!"