We just stopped in the utility room for a moment before Andrew decided to go. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Without a watch, the only light in the dimly lit utility room had dimmed imperceptibly, and I could still see the outline of Andrew's face, but now I had to make out his breath to make out where he was. After bandaging the wounds, the content of our conversation was like the blood that he stopped, and suddenly there was no source, and neither of us spoke, perhaps our attention was focused on holding back the pain of each other's wounds. He never showed a trace of pain or sullenness, as if it had all happened as a matter of course, he had just done everything he could, whether he was injured or alive, as if it had been a foregone conclusion, without any complaints, with composure.

During this same silence, I leaned against the wall of the utility room and combed over and over all the bloodstained events that had occurred since I woke up. I've seen a lot of corpses, I've had a brush with death, I've used a pistol, and I've seen a monster with a belly full of corpses and a belly full of human heads......

I must be crazy.

It's almost possible to weave these crazy snippets into any horror novel.

Feeling slightly tired, I pressed the corners of my forehead.

I didn't ask Andrew anything, I didn't ask him about the name of the city, I didn't ask about his experience, I didn't ask about his salary, maybe I didn't know him very well, but I had a vague sense that he was a very controlling guy, to himself, to others. If he thinks you don't need to know something, he will never bother to say anything, as if all explanations seem to him to be a waste of time and energy, and even after an injury, he probably thinks that moaning in pain is unnecessary stupidity, and omits it directly.

By the time I walked him out of the grocery room, calm had returned to the hallway.

The light at the end of the corridor was a little listless and dull than it had been a few hours ago, like an old man in the twilight. I walked on the left, holding his body through the dimly lit corridors, which were no longer bright enough for me to admire the paintings on the walls, but I was glad that I no longer had to face the shocking bloodstains on the walls.

There was a short break, but Andrew's right foot showed no signs of improving. He touched the ground on his toes, used me like a crutch, and jumped forward with almost every step. He was so tall that I couldn't read his expression, we were all silent, and I could only tell by whether the pressure on my right shoulder had become heavier.

Walking around a 90-degree corner, I saw the door open at the end.

Behind the door, there is a courtyard sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun, the pale sunlight illuminates the white pillars of the courtyard, and the stretch of the cross road is faintly visible, not far away, a building stands lonely in the sun, and I see that at the end of the stone road is a dark brown heavy wooden door, the wooden door is closed.

I looked up at Andrew, who was also staring at the door, pursing his lips.

"The church library is a separate building, although it has only two floors."

He seemed to be adding.

As I got a little closer to the exit, the light around me became abundant, and listening to Andrew's heavy footsteps, I looked down and saw a pool of blood at the door.

Instinctively, I stopped.

Stretching out my left foot, I gently touched the puddle of blood with the tip of my toe, the blood was a little sticky, and the dark red blood seemed to have coagulated. The pool of blood, near the left side of the wooden door, had a trail that stretched into the bushes of the garden, obscured by the foliage.

The whole church completely fell.

I took Andrew's body with my right hand and walked forward, he didn't object to any of my movements, just moved forward little by little with my strength, but the bad premonition gradually spread in my heart little by little. We walked all the way, and when we came out of the utility room, we didn't encounter any danger, and the silence was even terrifying.

Where have they all gone? Or rather, they.

The black soles stepped on the uneven gravel path, and the rough texture distracted me slightly. The pale white stones, large and small, were embedded in the earth, and occasionally a few had an eerie dark red color, and I frowned and forced myself not to think about how those dark red marks were left. Sometimes thinking too much isn't necessarily a good thing.

Stepping out of the wooden door of the hallway, I really saw the so-called "church library".

As Andrew said, this is an independent building, but the scale is far less magnificent than the church, its area is only a quarter of the garden, the pointed roof, the hard marble reflects the gentle sunset, the cold black iron windows, the glass faintly reflects the figure of Andrew and me, the silent building, standing quietly in the sunset, like a solemn recorder, witnessing everything that happened in the church, but can only silently record all this happening on the page. The sun was a little harsh, and I squinted my eyes as the distant sky was dyed with a pale red, blood-like glow of the sunset.

I looked up at it silently, like a guardian of secrets and time.

"Rustling ......"

The sound of branches and leaves rubbing against the grass on the right side made me stiffen.

The last time I heard such an inexplicable commotion, I was looking through the glass of the wooden door to see the corpse of a man lying in a pool of blood, and the voice was ...... After a brush with death, my senses became so sharp that I never knew where the next moment those bloody mouths would jump out and bite your unsuspecting throat with lightning speed.

I don't want to lose my life without even noticing.

Subconsciously glanced at the grass on the right side where a strange noise was coming from, and unfortunately, I saw a pair of legs sticking out of the grass.

Remember what I said earlier?

The corpse will not move.

Sensing my visceral fear, Andrew straightened my head with his hand and told me to look directly at the wooden door of the library in front of me. His hands were large, and the skin on his palms was a little rough, like calluses left by the constant friction of using a dagger, but the temperature of his palms made me feel a little reassured.

"Go ahead."

Andrew lowered his voice and commanded.

Nodding mechanically, we continued to maintain a certain speed, moving.

Every time I landed on the gravel road, I walked with extra restraint, lifted it gently, and then added the weight of my body to the soles of my feet little by little after the heels landed. Biting my lower lip, I breathed carefully, and the right hand holding Andrew's body unconsciously tightened the clothes around his waist.

It's closer......

"Dah. Click. The footsteps of the two men overlapped, a little messy.

It's closer......

The soles of his shoes rubbed against the rough gravel road, and there was some pain.

It's close!

The target building was getting closer and closer ahead, so close that I could almost touch the cold doorknob and push open the heavy door with a single run!

Cold sweat ran down my forehead, and I tugged at Andrew's clothes, and I could guess what creature was rustling in the grass a few yards away, and I could roughly guess what it was doing, but I didn't dare to guess if it realized that there were two large living people passing through the gravel path in front of it. I suddenly wondered which one would I choose if I were it? An already cold corpse or a dinner of two fresh flesh and blood?

Well...... Three to be exact.

I was slightly distracted.

Because Andrew is strong enough to be a top two.

However, he is already thirty-seven years old, and the meat should not be so delicious......

Let's discount it, one and a half.

I've finally come to a conclusion.

I looked at the wooden door of the library that was getting closer and closer, hoping that Andrew couldn't read minds, and that I wouldn't guess that I was commenting on his meat like I was commenting on a steak in a western restaurant.

The rustling ...... sound sounded again, and to my creep, it got closer.

In a word, it is a proverb.

"Rustling ......"

My heart tightened again, and the sound was getting closer, the intervals getting shorter and shorter, as if something was approaching.

I held Andrew in both hands, and I didn't have the spare time to pull out the pistol stuffed in my waist, Andrew's two daggers were given to the ghoul as a souvenir, and the pistol I carried with me ran out of bullets, and I didn't have any weapons to defend myself, which was undoubtedly worse for us.

"Little girl, are you afraid of death?"

Andrew's deep voice rang in his ears, and this time he didn't deliberately keep it down.

Every word is spoken calmly and calmly.

I turned my head and was about to speak.

"Roar—" Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow burst out of the grass to our right and roared towards us, I couldn't react, and was pushed out by Andrew, and the shadow that sprang out instantly pressed his shoulder, knocking him down on the gravel road.

I staggered for a moment, and turned around to see a middle-aged man with a bloody mouth pinning Andrew. He roared, coughing up scarlet liquid from deep in his throat and spraying at Andrew's black neckline, he had no eyes, only two bloody holes, blood dripping down his cheeks, his completely pale face was covered with black veins, and a pair of hands as rough as dead tree bark pressed on Andrew's shoulders, scratching his clothes and scratching blood marks. Andrew gritted his teeth and put his left hand against his chest, and a right hand punched him in the face, crooking his mandible, but it didn't stop his attack.

"Rustling ......" another figure sprang out of the grass and pounced on the struggling Andrew, it was a fat woman, the skin on her cheeks had completely peeled off, dragging a piece of her intestines that were exposed, Andrew raised his foot, his left knee against her abdomen, her roar was sharper.

He was besieged by two zombies.

My hand instinctively reached for the pistol behind me.

"Roar—"

The third roar struck the air like lightning, and I felt a hard blow to my right shoulder, and I fell to the ground. The unhealed wound was re-ground by the rough stone path, and a zombie pounced, the smell of blood in the air clearly stimulating their thirst for blood. It opened its fangy mouth and pressed down my throat again and again.

Damn it!

I pressed against its chest, it was thin, but for some reason it had a completely different explosive power from its body, brown hair, a piece of the scalp was about to fall out, a piece of the skull was missing, revealing a soft brain, blood flowed down its forehead with its movements, black sticky blood, its black hole in its eyes, twisting its neck to break free from my resisting hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrew holding the necks of the two zombies with his two hands, using the strength of his arms to block their almost frantic attacks. But their sharp nails cut through his skin, and he gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers at their necks, fingers embedded in the skin with enough force to suffocate a normal adult.

"Whew!"

The zombie that crushed me bit down on my shirt, and with my other hand I pulled at the remnants of its hair, slamming its head to the ground. But it seemed to have lost its fear of pain, and it didn't retreat at all, but because it was closer to my throat. With each hissed sound, a cold stream of air sprayed on my warm neck, and I bit my lip, unaware of the blood in my mouth.

Are you going to die here......

I grabbed it by the hair and ripped off its scalp.

It roared and raised its head slightly, twisting an angle and opening its mouth to bite down on my throat.

Oops!

A fishy stench hit me, and I felt its fangs touch the skin of its neck.

"Bang."

In the next second, the zombie's head exploded instantly, and the brain was mixed with blood splashed on my face, and by that, it lay on me and stopped moving, I came back to my senses a little, looking at the zombie lying on my body, its skull was blown away for some reason, half of its head was shattered, and its eyeballs fell to the ground, the size of a stone under me.

Barely holding back my instinct to vomit, my face covered in blood, I pushed the zombie away with all my might.

My heart was beating fast, my body was softened from the thrill I had just had, and I staggered to my feet, and I ran towards the gate with all my strength.

Grabbing the doorknob and slamming it open almost with a kick, without thinking too much, "Bang-" I pressed my back against the wooden door and closed it heavily, cutting off everything from the outside world.