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I was stunned.

Andrew stood up in silence and took a few steps closer, looking down at James who was breathing against the wall.

Holding on to the cold iron cabinet behind me, I coughed lightly, removing the sticky blood from my throat, and walked around Andrew to James's side. It was evident that James was not doing well, his back against the wall and gasping, his head tilted, his cheeks and sideburns stained with blood, dripping down his slightly rough skin and falling to his neck. The clothes on his collar were torn, and blood continued to spill from his neck, mixed with the black blood of zombies, and the smell of blood spread in the air little by little, and for a while, only James's pale and weak gasp was left.

My footsteps stopped beside Colin, and for a moment, the desolation was like cold dirty water, soaking my sponge-like heart little by little. Heavy, tidal water permeates every corner of the atrium.

I leaned down slightly and looked into his somewhat blank eyes.

“…… James, how does it feel. ”

My voice seemed to be far away from him, and after a few seconds, he turned his face slightly to look at me, coughed a few times, and he lowered his head and shook his head unhurriedly.

"It's not bad."

He's still holding on.

My eyes fell on the wound on his neck, the bite wound was uneven, the flesh turned out, the warm blood kept coming out of the wound, the blood was a little sticky and black, and the wound seemed to be imprinted with the teeth of zombies.

It's still a step too late.

If I had moved faster, he probably wouldn't have ......

I lowered my eyes with a calm face.

"Click."

Hearing the movement behind me, I turned around a little to see Andrew placing his gun on the table next to him, and he pursed his lips to look at the dimly lit room. The low ceiling was inlaid with a few yellowed fluorescent tubes, and a large black bookcase separated us from the other side of the room, with white walls, gray floor tiles, and a faint smell of dampness in the air.

Withdrawing my gaze, I pursed my lips and looked at James, who was leaning against the wall, slowly closing his eyes, and his rapid breathing seemed to calm down.

“…… Scared? I asked in a hoarse voice.

James opened his eyes slightly and looked at me.

"Do you mean death or being eaten by zombies?"

I was stunned.

James looked at me calmly.

"Thank you, ma'am, for not letting me die too painfully."

His tone still carried the calmness and politeness of an old English gentleman.

"I'm sorry, if I moved faster......" I looked away, not daring to face the sadness in his eyes.

James coughed, and Colin grabbed the tissue on the table and helped him hold the wound on his neck.

"I guessed that I would end up like this after the punishment began......" James paused for a moment and smiled wryly, "but I didn't expect that I would be the first martyr." ”

I looked at him in silence, not knowing how to comfort him.

"It's okay that way, and you can suffer less." James nodded slightly, as if he had been redeemed.

How much despair does it take to see death as the best salvation?

I pursed the corners of my mouth, my eyes were a little sour, and I straightened up and turned my face away.

"There is still a turnaround, just enter the stop code before you mutate......"

"Hmph, little sister, it seems like you know what the termination code is." The woman's delicate voice sounded out of place with a bit of disdain.

I was stunned for a moment, and followed the sound to look over.

Two women stepped out from behind the black bookcase. The woman with straight black hair clasped her hands in front of her chest, leaning against the bookcase, looked at the old gentleman sitting on the ground with a pair of almond eyes, and beside her, stood a woman with short blond hair, she pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, held the cross hanging on her chest with both hands, and prayed in a low voice.

Joanna.

Erin.

Narrowing my eyes slightly, the mark on my neck burning hot, I took a defensive step back.

But at this moment, Joanna's attention was attracted by James, she looked at the infected James, shook her head slightly, and her delicate voice was a little sympathetic.

"Oh...... Poor James. ”

Joanna's gaze followed James and fell on me, she looked at me covered in blood, and the corners of her mouth raised a trace of sarcasm: "Tsk, whose little dirty cat is this, I really didn't see it, it's so dirty that it's disgusting." ”

"Heh, I also want to ask why this room smells so big." I looked at her with an eyebrow, "So you're here too." ”

Fox?

Joanna sneered.

"Little dirty cat, are you sad that no man wants to be near you."

Joanna's tone was a bit ostentatious.

……

It's really insightful.

When **** turns out to be so reasonable.

I looked away and didn't bother to bother with her.

Andrew glanced at the beauty with disdain.

"Hey, big man, what do you mean by those eyes?" Joanna narrowed her good-looking eyes.

Andrew snorted softly, skirting the woman who smelled of perfume all over her body.

"Skunk."

"You!" Joanna turned and glared at Andrew.

After Andrew's figure disappeared into the bookcase, I knew he had gone to check on the other door.

Erin's gaze swept over everyone present before stopping at James. She frowned and walked over to Colin and crouched down, knowing that she was a doctor, Colin let go of the hand that was pressing James's wound, and the uncoagulated blood soaked through the tissue in his hand and dripped down his fingertips to the ground.

"How long have you been infected?"

"No more than five minutes."

"Bring me some tissues." Erin leaned closer to James and leaned over slightly to examine his wound, "His veins were bitten open, but fortunately, they didn't bite the carotid artery......"

Drawn to Erin, I turned my attention slightly to look at Erin, who was crouching beside James. She was wearing a white top, black jeans, a neat dressing style, she raised her hand to brush her hair behind her ear, took the tissue handed by Colin, wiped the blood around the wound, and touched the jagged wound with her fingertips, Erin frowned and thought.

I looked at James's pale face and knew that the zombie virus was infiltrating his tissues and internal organs little by little.

"How?" I asked softly.

Erin, who had her back to me, shook her head.

"The zombies have bitten through his skin, and James is infected. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, it did not hurt the major arteries, and the amount of zombie virus entering the body was not much, so he should be able to hold on for a while. But ......"

Erin paused.

I was silent, reading what she meant.

Death, it's only a matter of time.

If it were you, how would you feel?

Over time.

A little bit to die.

The brain is gradually invaded by the virus.

In the end, he becomes a walking corpse.