In this world, the walking corpse is the main tone.

As the two men walked to the middle of the traffic, Maury suddenly stopped and motioned for Kirk to squat down.

Then, Kirk ducked under an SUV.

Through the wheels, he faintly saw a pair of feet moving in front of him.

Yes, it is the "rustling" movement of the feet on the ground, and the owner of the foot seems to have congenital polio and the leg is looped, and the leg can only mechanically carry out the consciousness of the owner's forward movement, but it cannot bend flexibly.

“walker!” Kirk's heart tightened, he was no stranger to this thing in American dramas, and when he saw it for the first time in reality, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear.

He finished reading "The Walking Dead" in one go, and the general plot is very clear. The United States and the whole world have been infected by a large area of biochemical viruses of unknown cause, and more than half of the world's population has died. To make matters worse, many of the dead people got back on their feet. The main character, Rick, is a police officer in a suburban county near Atlanta, and when the prisoner is injured, he wakes up in the hospital with a living hell around him. He escaped, fought fiercely, struggled to find his wife, son, and a group of companions, and fled all the way in search of a safe shelter. People are dying and people are joining. Everyone is struggling to survive. A very difficult and tangled story, with ups and downs, fascinating.

As for the white man next to Kirk now, he has always appeared in the play as a troublemaker, he has been a soldier, he has fought wars, but he is a racist and egoist. In the first season, TDOG was locked on the rooftop by the protagonist due to discrimination against black people, besieged by the walking dead, and was on the verge of despair. Murray is also a ruthless person, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself. In order to survive, he sawed off his right hand and gritted his teeth to escape.

Kirk has always felt that he can't get along with such a person, hates him in the TV series, and hates and fears him even more now. But he thought about it carefully, Erina arranged for Mori to save him, and the following plot naturally followed Murray. Fortunately, although Mori has a bad temper, his personal combat power is relatively strong, otherwise he would not have survived for so long. I have to find an opportunity to learn some moves from Mori or something, otherwise I won't have the ability to protect myself, and I'll hang up quickly.

Kirk was thinking wildly, but he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the rotting black feet of the walking corpse begin to move in the direction where he was. Looking around, he didn't find Maury's shadow.

"Hey, idiot, under the car" a deep voice sounded.

Kirk fixed his eyes and saw that Murray had already gotten under the territory of the SUV, and was glaring at him with an angry face, believing that if it weren't for the fear of alarming the walking corpse, he would have already scolded.

Kirk was ashamed and slipped in.

Maury grabbed him by the collar: "Boy, let's make it clear, if you get distracted next time, the walking corpses here can taste the new Asian food, banana pie, yellow-skinned, aren't they?" And I, if I weren't afraid that your blood would attract more of that thing, wouldn't I have reminded you, understand? ”

Kirk didn't bother to refute the remarks of such a clansman, and quickly nodded his head to indicate that he had received it.

The owner of the foot walked around the side of the SUV, and after a while, more rotten and swollen feet came from a distance.

A low groan rang out in my ears, and a large group of walking corpses passed by the march.

I don't know why, Kirk actually remembered the "death march" of the Indians being driven at the guns of the white colonists, and died as they went.

Only the rustle of the soles of shoes against the ground, like a swarm of deadly locusts passing through, leaving no life behind.

Maury's expression was as usual, but a little gloomy, and he spat out a mouthful of phlegm, took off the bayonet protector in his right hand, and began to carefully observe his surroundings.

Kirk noticed Murray's eyes and kept looking at the roof of another large bus, apparently calculating his escape route if he was discovered.

This is the difference between a rookie and an old bird. He is generally lamenting the helplessness of life, and he is calmly thinking about how to survive.

No, it's not going to go on like this, you have to learn it.

Murray apparently noticed that Kirk was also looking around, and he grinned and lowered his voice, "Boy, what are you looking at?" ”

"Escape routes, the roof of the car, where to jump from."

"Then you will die ten thousand times, and you will be eaten so that you will not have even a bone left."

"And what are you looking at?"

"Look at the crow, boy, crow!"

"What's there to see about crows?"

"Crows only eat dead corpses, and the walking corpses even pounce on crows, and there are no such smart birds where there are walking corpses, so..."

"There won't be too many zombies where the crows are circling! You should run over there! Kirk suddenly realized.

"Well, other than that, there is the most lazy issue of Playboy on the back window of that big public, I don't know what the big-ass girl on the cover of the road will look like when she becomes a walking corpse."

Kirk was completely speechless, Maury's imagination was too strong, and the taste was too heavy, even the walking corpse wanted YY.

The two men waited for the army of the walking dead to pass by.

Watching the army of walking corpses pass by, Kirk's mood gradually relaxed, and in another three or five minutes, the stinky guys passed.

But where there is always a but.

A man suddenly burst out of the car not far away, yelling "Bastard, get out of here!" And so on.

“**!” Maury stabbed the sharp thorn of his right hand into the dirt.

Kirk also became nervous, obviously, variables appeared, I wonder if the road is an intentional arrangement of space.

Sure enough, the man stumbled towards them. Behind the walking corpses swarmed.

Suddenly, an ordinary corpse lying on the side of the car suddenly moved, and as the man ran past it, it suddenly opened its mouth and bit the man's calf.

The man screamed loudly, shaking his legs and kicking desperately, trying to shake off the zombie's bite.

Now even Kirk, a super rookie, knows that the man is finished.

The man fell to the ground, dusty. He screamed loudly, struggling at the end of his life.

Kirk let out a sigh of relief, the place where the man had fallen was at least twenty meters away from them, and the walking corpses were busy eating the man, and they could take advantage of the opportunity to slip away. Although soon Kirk was ashamed of his idea.

After all, he is a human being, his own kind, and the things that pounce on him can only be described as "them". They are no longer human.

But now he is just an ordinary person, and he can't help, so he can only let him be killed by the walking corpse.

However, this man was actually at the moment of life and death, and the small universe exploded!

He stomped on the head of the zombie that had bitten his calf, gritted his teeth, and crawled up, continuing to run towards here!

The walking corpse naturally followed.

The man's eyes were quite good, and he actually met Kirk who was hiding under the car and watching coldly.

Kirk's heart tightened, the man was already doomed to death after being bitten, or rather, he was destined to exist in other life forms. Now his choice is...

The man was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "Help! Help me! ”

"!" Kirk roared angrily, this man who was already destined to die actually dragged two of himself into the water to be buried before he died, and his conscience was greatly broken!

The walking corpses had already followed the man to see Kirk and them, and there was no way to hide here.

Kirk climbed out of the car as fast as he could, and then ran wildly towards the place where the crows had gathered.

Then, he heard the gunshots, and when he looked back, Moli was expressionless, retracting a BushmasterArmpistol pistol and running towards him as well. Behind Mo Li, the man limped behind with his leg covered by the gunshot wound, and was soon caught up by the swarming walking corpses, pounced, and bitten, the man's throat was torn open, and he could no longer make a miserable scream, and could only faintly hear the "hehe" sound with blood in his throat. Maybe he was calling, maybe he was laughing, and finally there were two more companions on Huangquan Road.

It doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that now the walking corpses have found them.

Mo Li's shooting gave the walking corpse an extra feast of meat, distracting a large part of his attention. But after all, there were still many walking corpses that couldn't squeeze in, so they chased after the two of them tremblingly!

Kirk ran after Moli. Based on his years of experience watching zombie dramas and games, the general truth is that as long as you are surrounded by walking corpses, even if you are a miracle in the world, holding the Heavenly Sword, holding the Dragon Slayer Knife, and carrying a bazooka on your shoulder, you will not be able to escape death, and he does not want to die here.

However, Kirk's most important thing is that he is an otaku with strong theories and insufficient exercise.

Despite the slowness of the walking dead, Kirk was not much faster. After 50% of the Proving Ground's full enhancement, Kirk Shoes' agility has reached its historical peak, with a full 4 points of agility! (Kirk yells: Lao Tzu has practiced long-distance running for a month!) And the walking corpse should be between 3-4 o'clock. It's really a kite flying competition. (Kirk yells: It's a lifelong shame to be kite flying by zombies!) ）

In this way, in fact, Kirk's chances of winning this race are relatively good.

However, everyone on earth knows that racing against the walking dead is definitely an endurance race. The Walking Dead have no stamina, they can run until their joints wear out and they can't run. Kirk is an otaku who usually doesn't exercise much, and he is nervous, and he feels out of breath after running for a while. It is said that in the space, the body of the contractor has been digitized, and he can maintain a constant speed for a long time without getting tired. But Kirk, a rookie, can't adapt to this body, resulting in premature decay.

Mo Li, who was running in front, turned around, Kirk's heart tightened, and he was really worried that this murderer would play the good show of beating the man just now, give himself a shot, and then leave himself to attract the walking corpse, and he himself flashed first.

Morley grinned and raised the viper, the metal muzzle aimed at the panting Kirk.

"Wouldn't it, as soon as I entered the space, I was betrayed by the only plot character I saw and eaten alive by the walking dead? Is there a wood in such a declining protagonist? Kirk screamed.

"Bump!" A deafening gunshot rang out.

Kirk closed his eyes tightly, and a walking corpse that had already pounced on him suddenly stopped, and the head melon exploded like a bursting watermelon, and the black brain fragments and brown dirty blood mixed with the miserable white brain pulp pasted Kirk's face, and Kirk spit out with a "wow".

But fortunately, he still knew that he was now on the line of life and death, gritted his teeth and continued to run.

Mo Li continued to shoot, seven shots and seven headshots, very accurate.

Then he continued to run.

However, now due to the loud gunshots, all the walking corpses have been alarmed, and the two people have been surrounded in all directions.

Kirk watched in despair as the only gap in front of him was gradually filled by the walking corpses, and although there were not many of them, once they were entangled or bitten, they could not escape.

"Stop, continue!" Mo Li threw the big viper over. Kirk answered alertly, and then, quite frustratedly, he did not catch the gun, and quickly picked it up from the ground.

"You idiot! I'll see if I can put this car on fire now, and that will determine whether the two of us will spend the night in a sleeping bag or in the stomach pouch of these things! You're here to cover me, do you know how to shoot? Mo Li yelled, he opened the door of a red Maserati, got inside, lifted the pedals, pulled out two wires and started the car theft business.

"How do I open the safety bolt?" Kirk died of shame, young in the 21st century, and he didn't even know what to do.

"It's already open, asshole! Don't aim at me! Aim for the walking dead! Aim lower, this gun has a lot of recoil and the muzzle is raised. Shoot! ”

For the first time in Kirk's life, the Viper was a large submachine pistol, which was heavy. He clasped his hands back and forth, scraping his stomach to recall the shooting techniques from Modern Warfare 6, then aimed at the head of the nearest walking corpse, gritted his teeth and fired the first bullet!

The walking corpses seemed to be frightened by the loud gunfire and stopped.

Then, nothing happened. The bullet shattered a piece of car glass, and the anti-theft system began to beep at a screech.

"Well done!" Mo Li Da laughed and said, "There is no doubt that we will all be killed by you." ”

"Shut up!" The big poisonous snake was in hand, and Kirk was confident. I shot just now, and the recoil shook so much that my wrist was about to break. Simply, he stopped aiming and shot at the walking corpse that was walking farthest.

This time, his tiger's mouth was cracked, blood flowed out, his wrist was red and swollen, and he grinned in pain, and he didn't even confirm the results of the battle.

However, he clearly heard the cold voice of the space:

"The No. 4444 contractor killed 1 ordinary walking corpse, and since the weapon was borrowed by the plot character, the reward was corrected and 1 survival point was rewarded. The first kill will be reminded by the space broadcast, and the specific details of the future battle will be checked by yourself. ”

The title "The Walking Dead Hunter" is open, and the current progress is 1/100. For more information, please check the space. When querying, you can read the question silently, and you can get the answer when the permission is reached. ”

Kirk didn't bother to look at the problem, endured the excruciating pain, pointed the gun at the other walking corpse, and fired.

He already knew how powerful and well-rounded his stats were, so he no longer hoped for that pitiful headshot rate. Playing handsome can only find death, a fierce gun like a big poisonous snake, only hitting is the king, and an ordinary walking corpse is a scum.

Therefore, he aimed at the body of the walking corpse, but this time it hit the walking corpse right in the head, and then the watermelon cracked, and the brain splattered.

Kirk didn't even care about the pain, so he did the same and shot again.

This time, another piece of the side glass of the car was unlucky. However, Kirk believes that neither the owner nor the insurance company will care about this matter, and no one will ask him for compensation.

After 58 seconds, Kirk had exhausted all 30 rounds in his pistol, his hands were covered in blood and unconscious, but he had also killed 17 walking corpses, gained 17 survival points, and seemed to have a white key that automatically fell into his imprint space.

But the walking corpses are more and more surrounded, and the inner and outer three layers are black and pressing. Kirk, who has not received any training, can shoot more than 50%, by no means because he has a pig's foot template, or he plays a lot of games, or has a great talent for shooting, but because there are too many walking corpses and too close, as long as he doesn't hit high, basically pigs can hit casually with their eyes closed.

"I'm not okay, am I okay?" Kirk yelled.

At this moment, the car let out a roar of motors. Kirk reacted quickly, didn't wait to say hello, and quickly got into the car with a cigarette and his buttocks. Then, with a roar of the Maserati's powerful engine, the car reached a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in a few seconds, knocking the walking corpse into the air like a bowling ball in a pile of bottles.