"Ahh

With a sharp exclamation, I hurriedly looked back as I was running, as if the girl hadn't paid attention for a moment, didn't know what she had tripped over, and fell to the ground with a fight, and I didn't know if there was a sprain. I hurriedly stopped to go up and pick her up. However, to my surprise, she didn't get up immediately when she fell, but took out her gun and shot at the person next to her, bang, bang! Three shots were fired in succession, all of them in the legs.

I was blinded at once.

It's like what was obviously a light comedy suddenly changed into a bloody thriller horror drama.

Three people, a middle-aged bald uncle, a successful person in a suit with eyes, and the young man in a cotton suit with dyed yellow hair. The three of them were blinded by this sudden catastrophe, and one by one they fell to the ground unprepared, holding their legs and screaming, the heart-rending scream pierced my eardrums, making me shiver coldly, and my teeth couldn't help clenching, like a foot in the air and falling into an ice hole, chilling all over.

"You. . . crazy! ”

I woke up from my sluggish state and looked at her in horror as she put away her gun and got up, finally realizing what a bad consequence I had committed by giving her the gun in retaliation. It's her red. Bare. Naked, undisguised revenge!

"Help me! Save me! ”

The three people who had been wounded in the legs by the guns shouted at us for help, and looked at us with begging eyes, hoping that any of us could help them, but seeing that everyone was indifferent and only cared about running for their lives, they finally showed a look of resentment and despair and cursed, especially at me and the girl, the resentful eyes seemed to be eager to eat my flesh and drink my blood, They told me to go from scalp to heel, and they knew that I had given the girl the gun in her hand, or maybe they thought they had been disobedient and instigated her to do it.

I could feel the desperation in their hearts and their intense hatred for me, because I knew that the fear of death was enough to drive a normal person insane. Isn't that what I wanted to see? Why am I so scared? Maybe in my subconscious, it was just a prank that I unconsciously vented to, and I didn't realize that this girl could really be so crazy, but it all happened, and I was in charge.

"Are you crazy! Look at you. . What are you doing. ”

I roared at her, trying to ease the uneasiness and pain in my heart, and the terrible screams and bitter curses sliced open my chest like a sharp knife, revealing the heart in my inner ribcage that was labeled as a heinous sin and repented under the cloak of hypocrisy. Bare. Naked, bloody, naked.

There was not the slightest hint of remorse on her face, and she looked at me expressionlessly with an indifferent and sickly flushed face, as if to mock my hypocrisy, and mercilessly stripped away my hypocritical cloak layer by layer, and then whipped me on my bloody wounds. I was so angry that I wanted to grab a gun from her hand, but she pointed it to the head. Looking at the cold muzzle, my out-of-control emotions were like a freshly lit flame, easily extinguished by her.

She glanced at the three people who were struggling to get up and looking at the source of the disease behind her in horror, and her eyes showed the madness and pleasure after revenge: "The three of them can create enough time for me to escape, if you can't bear it, you can save them, they are the three of them, they probably don't mind the burial of Dora alone." Her voice was hoarse as if she had swallowed coals of fire, and I, like a clay sculpture of wood, stood in place, indifferent.

I was silent.

Glancing at the three people who shouted for help but cursed us viciously, I knew that her shots were undoubtedly the death sentences for the three of them.

She is using the lives of these three people to delay the pathogens who are chasing after her, and to create time for us to get rid of them. At the same time, he successfully retaliated against them. Three penitent souls were sent to her dead father.

Cold!?

Cruel!?

I can't find the adjective to describe her extreme and crazy actions, and from her coherent words, I know that she has not lost her mind, and even her reason makes people feel terrible and terrible, and she has the confidence to do it without scruples, because she has a weapon in her hand that is enough to control the lives of others, and we, in our hasty escape, have exhausted the only precious resources we have, and we have no confidence and courage to confront her.

I have even seen people who were afraid that she would go crazy again and become the three people in front of them, and even ventured away from the front team and into the alleys of the residents beside the streets, and I knew that the girl's morbid and crazy revenge had scared them out of their way, and they would rather risk their lives alone than be the ghost of her gun.

My hands were shaking, and an invisible palm gripped my heart, crushing it so hard that I was almost going crazy with the feeling of suffocation. Glancing back at the three people, at this time, even if I wanted to save them, it was too late.

She shot those three people without scruples and sentenced them to death, and as the leader of all this, I have to suffer endless torture and torment on my conscience, I am the murderer, but I am also the victim, the funny thing is that I directed and acted all this, but it is too late to regret it.

Yes!

The pathogenic bodies that surrounded them began their feast of flesh and blood, and the three people who struggled to get up were pounced on again, and then drowned, their outstretched hands were still unwilling to struggle, as if they wanted to grasp something, but what they grabbed was only a wisp of air, and their every scream was like an invisible knife, cutting my heart, like the one who suffered from Ling Chi, it was myself

The sky outside the window is gradually getting darker, I don't know if the pathogenic bodies outside have left, I don't know if the door that is just tied to the iron can stop them, it should be.

We hid in a kindergarten building, and the atmosphere was dreary and oppressive, and we could hear the sound of breathing from the east wall to the west wall.

I sat in the corner with a small bench, she was in the other corner, and the remaining eleven people were huddled together, shivering from the cold, or because of her. There would always be someone among them, sometimes nervous, sometimes wary at her. Only the heartless stupid vigorously rummaged through the small toys left by the children in the desk with a strange face, and did not get tired of playing for hours, only occasionally throwing a hungry gaze at me, but I deliberately ignored it.

With my left hand in my arms, I looked at the silent black metal watch, rubbing against its smooth mirror, reflecting my unspeakably tired face, and the web-like bloodshot streaks that lingered on the whites of my eyes. The hair, which had not been taken care of for many days, had already floated a layer of grease, and it was messy as if it had been arched by a pig.

Two days later would be the time for the exiled criminals to arrive, and I thought two days would be enough time for us to find supplies and take refuge. I also wondered if this small county would be more dangerous than a first-tier city or a second-tier city? Now that I think about it, it's just my luck. When God no longer favors him, the so-called luck will turn into bad luck, starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, within three hours, first encountered a deformed baby, scared away half of the people, and then was chased by the source of the disease, more than 60 people, until now there are thirteen people left, some people ran by themselves, some people were killed by the deformed baby, some people were killed by the source of the disease, and some people were killed by their own people.

Why do I repent? Maybe they died because of me, so they didn't want to go, but that's the way it is, if it's not about me, why should I bother myself? May the dead soul rest in peace.

I stole a glance at her, she was closing her eyes, as if she was asleep, but her hand was holding the gun, and the safety of the gun was on, as if she was wary of whom, me? Possibly.

"Vigorously."

I said in a deep voice, "Stop playing, sleep, and I'll take you to find food when you wake up." ”

He reluctantly looked at the small Transformers toy in his hand, thought about it and put it into the original desk, and then sat next to me with a bench, holding the steel knife, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.