Early morning always comes, it is an irresistible violence, and many people do not want the next day to come, because in the era of civilization, early morning often means the beginning of yesterday's repetition, and in the last days, early morning means the beginning of a difficult day of survival.

After a day's driving, the convoy has crossed the Rocky Mountains, but the moisture in the Pacific Ocean has not followed the convoy through the tall Rocky Mountains, the dry smell of the desert here is very aggressive, and it is easy to make strangers who have just struggled to survive in the apocalypse be prejudiced, unlike the bloody and rancid stench of Los Angeles City, the empty wilderness, a quiet smell of clean sand, without a trace of zombie rot.

Jiang Sen woke up from the modified bed in the back of the truck, smoothed the messy long hair of his beloved girl with love, covered her with a blanket, put on her clothes and got out of the car. Everyone began to get busy one after another, Yan Juan took Wang Na to sit by the stove for breakfast, and the rich smell of rice wafted in the dry air.

The young Luan Yue was following behind the old man, the old man patiently explained to him the structure of the vehicle machinery, the young man wanted to learn marksmanship from Li Tao, but Li Tao was fighting with Chen Jing, how could he have time to pay attention to Luan Yue, so an old man and a young man were dealing with several trucks, Jiang Sen walked in, patted Luan Yue's shoulder, and told him with a smile that he could practice marksmanship around here, and turned out a lot of weapons in the small building in the service area last night, Jiang Sen did not plan to take it away, and told Luan Yue that he could shoot casually, and the boy happily threw down the old man"Bang bang! The incessant gunfire not far from the camp in the service area woke up all the people resting in the car.

"Young man, always frizzy!" The old man put away the tools in his hand, took off his hand, clapped his hands, watched the boy leave happily, and said with a smile.

Jiang Sen didn't speak, just smiled, walked in the direction of the bathroom, and soon, the members of the whole team began to wash, in the last days they cherished every opportunity to have water, laundry, washing dishes, washing cars, the first thing the whole team did after breakfast was to completely use up the water storage of the water tower in the service area.

Different from the warmth of the surviving team, as the highway where the service area is located continues to move forward, a typical small American town, here has always been ordinary, everyone knows each other in the neighborhood, although there may be a little conflict between people every day, but this normal skirmish never affects the daily life of the town. Until the disaster broke out, the neighbors who knew each other began to bite each other, and the whole town was enveloped in an atmosphere of terror.

Perhaps because the talent for mathematics is only available in the land of China, Rowling, the sheriff of a Chinese-American town born in a small town, has never had a very clear concept of numbers. Hundreds or thousands, he can barely have a little intuitive concept in his head. As for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, he really couldn't imagine what a huge existence it was.

Except for the dozens of people who stayed in the town's church, almost all the residents of the town died.

Of course, Sergeant Wang Song did not dare to guarantee that his guess was completely correct. Perhaps, in other corners of the city, there are survivors who have been lucky enough to lurk like themselves.

He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this, because his duty required him to go out and rescue those survivors. The left hand subconsciously tightened the assault rifle in his arms, and the right hand patted the shoulder of the subordinate next to him and smiled at him.

Wang Song carried a gun on his back, went down the stairs to the platform of the church, took out a crumpled pack of "Marlboro" cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of it, and handed one to his subordinate who had been on duty overnight, "Smack!" He lit it for himself, handed the lighter to his hand, took a deep breath, and he was a little reluctant to spit out the smoke in his lungs, because this half pack of cigarettes was his only luxury, and after holding it for a while, he spit out the cigarette in his mouth, "How was last night?" ”

"It's normal, it's just that a zombie inadvertently approached our fence, I'll deal with it first, head, do you think we'll have rescue?"

Wang Song didn't answer his question, and patted his subordinates on the shoulders, "Go down and rest!" Tired all night. ”

On the platform of the church, Wang Song was the only one left, his eyes were fixed on the intersection in front of the church all the time, and in a few days, he had firmly engraved all the details of the entire block in his mind. As small as every stone, every puddle of mud, or a piece of paper that suddenly falls, will catch his attention.

There was a crooked bicycle at the intersection. Just next to the triangular frame of the frame, there was a human head, which was the first zombie he killed, and before he became a zombie, he was one of Wang Song's subordinates, called Jacob, and finally Luo Lin reluctantly cut off his head, he hoped that the severed head would make the other zombies feel terrified.

Although Wang Song is Chinese, he has always been the sheriff of this small town, everyone respects him very much, and he has always dealt with anything in the town fairly. However, the subordinates who were helped by the seat belts in the police car suddenly went crazy, their pupils turned up, their white eyes stared at Wang Song, and their hands desperately stretched out to him, Wang Song was frightened into a cold sweat, but he quickly regained his composure, handcuffed his hands with handcuffs, and then put it into the back of the police car with great effort.

However, after Wang Song drove into the town, the electricity disappeared, first the street lights on the road went out, and then the whole town fell into darkness, under the light of the police car, Wang Song saw for the first time a terrifying scene that can only be seen in a movie.

Countless bloody zombies poured in from all corners. They waved their hands and screamed after the survivors, chasing the fleeing screams of pain, guns in their hands, but no one knew whether to shoot or not. After the hesitant survivors were pounced on by the zombies, other zombies immediately rushed up to bite the wailing survivors.

"Bang!" When Wang Song saw this scene, he got out of the police car and shouted while shooting decisively: "Shoot!" Fight back with the guns in your hands! ”

"Bang bang bang!" , With the leader, the other survivors gathered together shot one after another, but they didn't know the weakness of the zombies, watching these daily familiar neighbors rush towards them, they were not willing to shoot the zombies in the head, and every shot at the beginning of the period was shot at the zombies' regression.

Although he was shot in the leg, it did not stop the advance of the zombie group, Wang Song's subordinate Jacob took out a pistol and rushed forward in order to protect the girls on the side of the two zombie groups, he held the two girls firmly, but his back was slashed by the zombies' sharp hands.

The two girls were saved, but Jacob mutated into a zombie because of the zombie's scratches, and Wang Song cut off Jacob's head with his own hands and hung it on the intersection in front of the church.

Unconsciously, the cigarette between Wang Song's fingers had burned out, and he threw away the cigarette, and the guard on duty climbed onto the roof with a gun on his back, "Hey! Wang Song smiled and greeted Green, but Green didn't seem to see him, Wang Song smiled awkwardly, he knew that many white people in the church firmly believed in "white above", and they hated Wang Song, who was a yellow race, ruling them, but Wang Song didn't want to rule them at all, he just did what he should do.

Thinking of this, Wang Song remembered his father's joke when he was a child: Nuwa Niangniang made people out of soil, but the clay in the shape of a human needed to be roasted with fire, so the fire was too big and it was blackened, and she became a black person; And those who are not hot enough become white; Only those who have just the right heat are yellows. Of course, Wang Song knew that this was his father's joke, and his father didn't want Wang Song to be too inferior among white people.

Before you know it, it's raining in the sky. Every rain was a good thing for the town, the church door was opened, and the survivors of the church crowded around the church door to feel the raindrops.

In front of the church, Jacob's head, soaked in the mud, was so rotten that he couldn't see what it had been. The blistered swollen eyeballs almost bulged out of the frame, and the hair that had fallen out hung on them, as if a few random scribbles had been scribbled on them. The rotten flesh on the neck was stuck in the dirt, and the mist raised by the rain stood among the white maggots in the rotten flesh, and the maggots wriggled their fat bodies in dissatisfaction and squeezed inside.

The church was originally a place of prayer, but dozens of people simply cleaned up a few times and it was not crowded, because of Wang Song's maintenance of order, so there was no violence in the church, and everyone was waiting for rescue to appear. However, as time passes, the survivors' expectations and thirst for life are gradually replaced by despair and helplessness.

In a city not far from the town, a dusty Mercedes-Benz SUV stopped in front of the Walmart supermarket, Luan Yue and Chen Ying got out of the car with long knives in the back row, and then Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan came down from the front row.

The huge blue sign of the "Wal-Mart" supermarket is still eye-catching, and there are still zombies wandering at the entrance of the mall on the side of the road. They are the targets of Luan Yue and Chen Ying, the two of them have to collect the stones on the heads of zombies, while Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan are tasked with entering the supermarket to replenish the convoy.

Enter Jiang Sen and let go of the handrail of the cart and approach the girl's side. The mirror on the counter reflected the tenderness and intimacy that filled the depths of his eyes at the moment. Neither of them spoke, and Wang Muyan suddenly felt a strong panic in her heart, but she looked at Jiang Sen excitedly. From those angular eyes, a flame of desire with a strong masculine aura erupted, which made her feel extraordinarily satisfied.

There was no superfluous movement, and the two of them almost couldn't wait to hug each other tightly. Wang Muyan tilted his head, his soft lips were sucked tightly by Jiang Sen, and his mouth and nostrils continued to let out seductive moans and gasps. This feeling of nervousness and excitement made the two people feel that they didn't want to be separated for a moment, and they hugged more and more tightly.

This kind of wind and snow moon has a soft feeling, like a childish little couple, holding hands, sitting on a train, full of throbbing to a beautiful distance. It is precisely because this wonderful beauty is the source of joy, passion, and happiness that the two will love each other to live in the last days of the damned, and it is good to live.