Whew, whew!

It was like a fire was burning in my chest, sweat was soaking my shirt, the bandages around my forearms were itchy and painful, like being bitten by ants, and I never thought that after winter, there would be such high temperatures.

After about thirty seconds of rapid running, I finally reached the designated position, and she and the warrior had already opened the door and got in, waiting for me as the driver.

I tucked the pistol into my arms, jumped into the driver's seat, pulled the door, and quickly buckled the seatbelt.

Rumble!

The two trucks in front of them had already caught fire, and the first one responsible for opening the road had already rushed out.

Boom

The body trembled slightly, but it was not on fire

Damn it!

I was a little anxious, and sweat narrowed my eyes, making me more and more flustered.

Bang bang!

Who shot!?

The sudden explosion of gunshots, like explosives in this silent city, blew my head buzzing, this is a thousand instructions not to shoot when it is not necessary, this shot, that must not blow up the pot?!

I glanced in the rearview mirror in a panic, and the sudden rush of people made me lose my mind!

Da-da-da-da

The first gunshot was followed by a series of gunshots, and I saw the back, it was Yuko, and instead of following, he stood there and shot at the rushing crowd.

"Drive!"

She sat in the passenger seat, glanced at the situation behind her in the rearview mirror, and gave me a cold command.

I hurriedly lit the fire, but all I could do was let out a trembling sound.

"You can't beat the fire!"

I panicked, and I responded with a crying tone, and when I think about it occasionally, it will make me a little embarrassed and shy. But now, I really didn't expect this to happen, I don't have her big heart that doesn't change color like she has in front of me, I'm just an ordinary person, you know, before that, I was still thinking about the gains and losses of my work rather than life and death.

"If you can't do it, then all three of us will die here."

She frowned, the submachine gun in her hand was loaded, she was half exposed, and her cold voice was like a basin of cold water that poured me from head to toe. Her voice did not hear any joy or sorrow, faint, without the slightest emotion, but it forced me to bite the tip of my tongue and calm myself down.

Unplug the key, then plug it back in, it didn't work, and then I repeated, five times, and when I was already despairing, the piercing roar suddenly made my heart explode, and I felt like I was electrocuted!

"That's it!"

I slapped the steering wheel with my palm, celebrated the rest of my life, then put up gear, stepped on the accelerator, and chased the two cars in front of me.

The gunshots continued from behind, and when I looked in the rearview mirror again, I only saw the picture of the back being flooded by a sea of people, leaving no last words, and disappeared silently in my sight, he was Yuko, I don't even know his full name, he probably didn't even look back.

He's dead

The slight excitement of finally starting the car was quickly pulled out of my body, and I saw him devoured by the crowd, their teeth and claws, tearing at his body, hating his kind who had killed them, killing him in a cruel way.

Pathogens, a new species born of nuclear radiation, have brutally killed a young man my age, who may not be married, and whose family may still be looking forward to him.

He probably expected that he would die, he knew it, so he was in charge of the break, and he used his life to buy us time to escape, and built a barrier with his own flesh and blood.

She must have known that, that's why she seemed so calm, and I glanced at her who was sitting in the passenger seat with a calm face, and fastened her seat belt with a blank face.

I was holding a breath in my chest, and if it weren't for my limited strength, I thought that the steering wheel might be crushed by me, and her calm appearance ignited the anger in my heart, and I gritted my teeth at her and spat out a few words: "You are so cruel!" ”

"He's infected."

She responded to me calmly and coldly, expressionless, indifferent to the ahead.

"Does he deserve to die if he's infected?! He's still alive, he's going to have a chance to get out of here with us, you already know it, you know he's going to do it! ”

I yelled at her, saliva splashed all over her face, I don't know why I became so jealous, I don't know why I'm so angry, I don't know anything, I just want to vent, vent!

Later, I understood that I was afraid, I was afraid that I would become a second Yuko, maybe when I was infected, or even when it was necessary sacrifice, they would push me out, give up on me, and use their lives to buy time for them like Yuko, I couldn't do it like Yuko, I was afraid, so I would be angry.

She didn't speak, didn't even wipe the saliva I accidentally splashed on her face, as if she ignored my words as if they were barking.

"This is the so-called brothers, the so-called comrades-in-arms, used to block bullets at critical moments, it's funny, hahaha." I laughed sarcastically, laughing exaggeratedly, tears squeezing out of the corners of my eyes.

"What do you know? Do not use your ignorance to tarnish the mission and glory of the soldiers. ”

The fighter sitting in the back row interrupted my pompous performance, and he spoke disdainfully, with a trilling voice in his calm words, and he only pretended to be calm.

"Am I ignorant? Because it's not you, that's why you say such high-sounding words, if it were you, would you? Hahaha. ”

I laughed out loud to hide my ignorance, I didn't know what a mission was, I didn't know what glory was, I just knew that life was more important than anything else.

"Yes, we are soldiers."

Her eyes were calm and firm, and her tone was calm and firm, which made me lose my mind for a moment, and I stopped talking, but when her calm eyes looked at me, it made me subconsciously feel ashamed and indignant, it was a kind of indifferent disdain, she didn't have to make any expression to me, and she could not even have any emotion, that kind of calmness was disdain and contempt for me, and this disdain and contempt was better than any mocking language, and more lethal than any ridicule and ridicule.

I was so embarrassed by her calmness that I could no longer say anything sarcastic, and the pathogen carrying the virus began to rush out from both sides of the road, slamming their teeth and claws into the vehicle.

I looked at them indifferently, there must be something hateful about the poor people, they have become monsters, they have lost their humanity, and there is only hatred left in their heads.

A pathogen rushed into the driveway, trying to use its thin body mantis arm as a car, and I didn't want to bypass him in the slightest, but instead stepped on the accelerator and ran straight over him!

I looked indifferently at the figure that was knocked away by me, and felt a violent beating in my chest, but in the deep guilt, I actually felt a trace of excitement. I began to panic, fearing that I would become a machine that had no regard for life.

Boom!

Another virus-carrying pathogen crashed into my car, red blood splattered on the windshield, like a blooming red flower, like a work of art painted with monochrome paint, and my hands trembled and turned on the wipers, destroying my own work with my own hands, making the windshield feel like a thin layer of ketchup.

Da-da-da-da

The sparse sound of gunfire echoed, and we shook off the crazy dregs.

I spent the next few hours in repentance, using hypocritical language to disguise and deceive my soul, a skill I learned in the aftermath of the disaster.

We left Duyang City and were about to reach another city, Kaiqi City.

There was still about half a kilometer to go, and we all got out of the car, and the atmosphere was a little depressing, as if because of Yuko's death, there was a sadness in the air, and everyone was silent and did not speak, as if they were mourning in silence. Until the soldier with the satellite communication device on his back excitedly came over and reported to her: "Signal fluctuation detected. ”

"Can you send a message?"

She asked with a deep brow, I rarely see her have other expressions, and when she does, it means that she takes that matter very seriously.

The warrior shook his head and pointed to a tall building in the middle of the city: "That is probably the ideal signal receiving point, but the signal is too weak elsewhere to send a message." ”

She pondered for a moment, looked at the warrior, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?" ”

"The military satellite band has been hit hard, and I need to give it a try."

She looked at the building, which was roughly twenty stories high, then nodded, and then pointed to the building: "Our target is that building, if the communication equipment can receive the signal, we will be able to call for helicopter rescue, that is our only chance." It's getting dark, and it's their active hour, and we have to rush to get there as fast as we can. ”

"Yes."

Everyone's eyes burst with a scorching light, helicopter rescue, what does that mean? That represents our hope of survival, and that we are about to escape!

"Let's go!"

The pessimism was swept away, and I began to envision myself in a helicopter and leave, and listening to her commands, we quickly ran towards our goal, the building, which was our beacon of guidance in the darkness.