The person who walks at the front of the line, especially the first, will never know what it's like to walk behind.

Bending over and keeping his head down, even if he struggles to raise his head, he can only see the ass of a person in front of him. It's too close, and you have to keep an eye out for bumps or depressions in the ground, as well as obstacles such as pebbles. Otherwise, if one is not careful, he will directly bump into it and kiss the depression between the former's two buttocks with his lips.

Even if he farts, you can only endure it, and even inhale the smell into your nostrils at all. Because the corpses with weapons in their hands were walking on both sides of the line. They are fierce and vicious, and they are always watching your every move with cold and fierce eyes...... Compared to death, even if it stinks, what can it be worth?

The middle-aged man was the most special of all the captives. There is no turning back, and he can only make judgments about his current environment through understanding and experience. He felt the rope that bound his hands. It is a very tough plastic rope, and it is impossible to tear it off with human strength. But the middle-aged man also has his own way of coping———— he holds in his hand a small blade, a small piece of plastic bayonet broken from a utility knife.

To survive in a chaotic world, you always have your own special means. When the middle-aged man was caught by the murderous corpse, he took out the blade from the gap in the edge of his shoe. It was a weapon he had prepared in advance, and he had a few more pieces in his pockets of clothes and trousers. But the murderous corpse only allowed him to wear shoes, and did not give him a chance to resist.

His hands were twisted behind his back, and the middle-aged man couldn't see the sailor's knot tied to his wrist, so he could only look for the pattern of the knot by touching his fingers. He felt that he could escape, just cut the rope that bound his hands. From the time he was captured, he has always behaved very honestly, as if he had accepted his fate. In fact, the middle-aged man had been secretly observing the binding of the murderous corpse to other captives, and had silently memorized certain characteristics.

Yes, it's just a rope. Just cut it off, and I'll be able to escape.

Middle-aged men don't find this difficult to do. He is confident in his running speed and familiar with his surroundings. If it weren't for negligence, they would never have been able to catch themselves.

The most important point is that the middle-aged man did not find the murderous corpse using a long-range weapon from beginning to end. They don't have bows and arrows, and they don't use guns. Although the homemade long knife is sharp and the hammer stick is also full of weight, even if these things are thrown, they do not have much accuracy, and it is difficult to cause damage to fast running targets.

Everything is calculated so accurately, that is, it is a matter of less than a second. When the prisoner who was second in the line suddenly found that the rope in front of him was loosened and the middle-aged man "swished" out of front of him, he was completely stunned. All sorts of consciousnesses arose in my mind. Excitement, shock, fear, anger...... Of course, the most numerous, and the most intense, is still ecstasy.

He actually escaped?

Well, I can run away too!

When many people are faced with danger, their thinking consciousness is often similar to that of herds of wildebeest and antelope on the grassland. Everyone will seek good fortune and avoid evil, and they will feel that the choice of more people is very correct. The so-called "head horse" or "head sheep" is born in this situation.

He didn't know anything about the middle-aged man's behavior of secretly cutting ropes with a blade.

He only saw the captive in front of him suddenly run away from the group, jump sideways onto the green belt on the side of the road at great speed, run nimbly between all kinds of chaotic obstacles, knock several skull poles stuck in the dirt, and jump in the direction of the gate of the road from which he came.

Wait for me!

Don't leave me!

He immediately became agitated, trying to keep up with the middle-aged man's footsteps. Although the guy was also bent over, he had not yet completely removed the rope from his body. But looking at his nimble and vigorous movements, the prisoner who was in second place also felt that he could do it completely, and there should be no problem. It's like seeing Superman in a movie holding a plane with one hand and fantasizing that one day you can do the same thing.

The entire team of captives was forcibly dragged by him, and it immediately became chaotic.

The people behind were pulled by ropes, like metal rings tied to the nostrils of ploughing oxen, and were dragged and staggered forward. The will to survive has unleashed unprecedented power in the body. The third, fourth, and even fifth captives were dragged by this force and had to change direction according to the will of the captive, who came in second. The man behind felt that the rope around his neck was getting tighter and tighter, like a noose, and if he did not keep up with the footsteps of the second captive in line, he would be strangled to death.

In fact, it is also true.

The sudden change was completely unexpected by the murderous corpse. This is probably the first time they have encountered such a situation. The murderous corpses escorting the captives froze for less than two seconds, and they reacted one after another. They spun around as fast as they could, and let out an astonishing roar from their mouths, madly chasing the one who had escaped, more nimble than a rabbit.

"Tao (escape)!"

"Claw (catch) pig (live) tower (him)!"

"Claw...... Kill! ”

The syllables that came out of the corpse's mouth were indistinct, but the fury was terrifying. Mutant creatures may not be as intelligent as humans, but they have a very clear sense of hunting cooperation. Only about half of the murderous corpses left, turning around and chasing after the middle-aged man who had fled. The rest of the corpses remained in place. They roared, fanged mouths open, and clenched their simple, lethal weapons at them, swinging them at every captive who seemed likely to escape.

Song Caixia never thought that she would be able to escape. It's not because she's stupid, or she's lost the will to live. It's that she understands her current environment better than anyone else———— and she has had close contact with the unevolved state of these murderous corpses, that is, living corpses and zombies. It is a complex psychology equivalent to watching hungry wolves grow from infancy and watching them evolve from ignorance to advanced. I'm familiar with everything they used to be. That alone is intimidating enough.

The captives in the back were almost all dragged over. It's like a rock sugar gourd that was strung on a stick, which was swept off by an invisible force and fell to the ground.

The second captive, who tried to escape with the middle-aged man, received a hammer in the back. The monstrous corpses were furious at the chaos, a furious blow with a punitive force. The captive felt his backbone broken, and he screamed and fell, his body bent at the opposite angle of his normal state———— the distance between his head and his heel had been shortened, but from his back, not from his normal bend.

He had already discovered his mistake. However, it was too late.

In total, six murderous corpses remained in place. They roared in rage and beat all the captives with sticks. Song Caixia was hit twice on the shoulder, and it hurt hotly. She found that it was not a stick in the simple sense, but a processed, similar to the punishment tool of a leather whip———— a bamboo strip the thickness of a finger, and the surface was ground with a knife or a sharp hard object to make shallow grooves, densely arranged on the surface of the bamboo strip, very rough, and the oblique direction was all facing downward, like the arrangement of fish scales.

When the stick went down, the skin and flesh of the captive immediately opened, showing a clear and deep blood mark.

The team became more chaotic, but the corpses whipped harder. As a last resort, the naked captives gathered towards the middle, pinned down in a narrow circle. Including Song Caixia, everyone found smartly: only the circle is the safest, and the probability of being beaten by bamboo strips is also the lowest. Amid the screams one after another, people quickly crowded inside. No one would give up the safest position, and a new round of scolding and pushing suddenly unfolded among the captives.

"Get out! Here's where I'm located. ”

"Let me in...... Yes! It hurts! Get me in, those monsters are beating me, they're beating me! ”

"Help! Please let me in, I'm dying. ”

Neither wailing nor screaming can change the current situation. The murderous corpse quickly focused his attention on the prisoner who was in second place, that is, trying to escape with the middle-aged man. Several murderous corpses surrounded him, and hammers, knives, and bamboo sticks rained down. The vertebrae that had been broken by the hammer stick had turned to ninety degrees. His eyes rolled, but he was not completely dead, but under the intense stimulation of the central nervous system, he was tortured by severe pain and twisted and rolled on the ground. His feet kept rubbing against the ground, and a large foam with blood poured out of his mouth, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

A long sharp knife stabbed into his body, slicing the skin and muscles of his chest open before turning them open. The dust on the ground was soaked with blood, sticking to his body, even passing through the gaps between his ribs and falling between his internal organs. There are many small black pebbles on the surface of the pink alveoli, and there are more than a dozen of them that can be seen alone. When the heart contracts and expands, there is always a little bit of soaked dust that is pushed out. They flow between the slimy internal organs, and the bodily fluids become filthy as a result. The wriggling stomach, in particular, looked from afar, like a pig in a slaughterhouse that had not yet been cleaned, thrown into the water in a huge iron basin.

The captive who followed him was a woman. Her hands were also tied behind her back, and she lay on her back on the ground, motionless.

She didn't do anything, she was completely strangled to death by the rope around her neck by the guy in front of her.

After all, women are not as strong as men, especially in a catastrophic environment of lack of food. She had no ability to resist at all, she was dragged by the former who wanted to escape, unable to maintain her balance, and after falling to the ground, she could not even cry for help, so she ran out of oxygen in helplessness and fear, and suffocated to death.

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