Chapter 18: The Dawn of the Living Dead

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As soon as the fat man's words fell, I suddenly felt a wind blowing from the direction where the fat man had come just now. The canvas of the tent was blown slightly. I just wanted to ask the fat man, isn't this fucking just blowing the wind, why are you afraid of being like this. But before I could ask, a strange smell got into my nose.

I froze and sniffed slightly, trying to discern what was causing the smell. But after smelling it, I realized that I couldn't judge it at all. The smell feels a little spicy when inhaled into the nasal cavity, and the nasal mucosa feels like it is burning. It's a lot like touching your nose with your hand after touching a chili pepper. It's just that it doesn't taste like chili.

"Fatty." I called him out and asked, "Can you smell it?" ”

It took a full five seconds for the fat man to reply, "It smells like sulfur." ”

"Brimstone?" I was stunned, "How can there be sulfur here?" As soon as I spoke, I heard a noise outside the tent. I hurriedly motioned to the fat man to stop talking, and then listened with my ears. But after listening to it for a while, I found that it was just a slight "snort".

"It should have been blown by the wind." I say.

"That's not right." The fat man said, and then I saw the fat man put his ear to the tent to listen. But as soon as the fat man's ears were touched, I saw him say "ouch" and immediately withdrew.

I watched the fat man cover his ears and rub it non-stop. "What's wrong?" I asked the fat man.

"Fuck it, there's definitely something wrong with the fog outside!" The fat man said in a deep voice. After speaking, the fat man touched the tent with his hand again, and immediately retracted his hand again: "This fog is corroding the tent." ”

"Huh?" I was startled and touched the tent with my hand. But as soon as my hand touched the tent, I felt a particularly hot temperature coming up from my hand.

"Is this acid rain?" I asked the fat man.

"Correct you," said the fat man, "it's an acid mist." After speaking, the fat man paused, and then said: "This tent is estimated to not last long, we have to find a way to get out." ”

I was stunned, "Get out?" Looking for death? ”

"This tent will be burned through sooner or later, and you will have to leave when the time comes." After speaking, the fat man paused for a moment, and then said, "The fat man doesn't like to sit still." ”

"Then at least we'll have to wait until the tent is about to burn through before we leave—what if the tent passes before the fog is burned?"

The fat man sneered: "Fat man, the fog I saw just now is overwhelming. Do you think you can get through with a gust of wind? ”

"So where can we run now?"

"I remember there's a little canyon around here, let's go to the top of it. The water vapor of the fog is heavy, and it will only sink down, not float up. Saying that, the fat man pulled out his dagger, and said, "I will split two canvases to cover my body, or I will be burned and disfigured by this ghost fog, don't blame the fat man for not reminding you." ”

I nodded.

The fat man saw that I was ready, and said one, two, three, and then split the tent with one sword, and then cut a canvas with two knives and draped it over himself.

When I saw it, I hurriedly chopped a piece and put it on myself.

Without the tents, the black fog filled all around us almost instantly. And my nasal cavity instantly felt a burning sensation like fire.

"Let's go!" The fat man screamed, and then I saw the fat man leap forward. But before the fat man could make any more moves, I heard the fat man shout "Damn" again, and then slammed back back.

I would have jumped out after the fat man. But I didn't expect the fat man to jump back again, and I didn't react in time and hit it directly. For a while, the canvas in his hand was directly taken off. Without the canvas, I immediately felt the temperature on my face go up.

This is really a hot face. I hurriedly rolled over and got up, grabbed the canvas and covered my face. While covering it, he asked the fat man loudly: "What the fuck are you doing?" ”

The fat man took a few steps back, and even his voice was a little wrong: "Then what are those things?" ”

I looked up. It doesn't matter, and when I see the scene in front of me, even my legs and stomach tremble.

There were many dead people on the ground in front of them.

"When the fuck did these people come here?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man was also stunned, and he didn't say a word for a long time with his mouth open.

I was also anxious when I saw it, and scolded: "Can you fucking stop it?" Now what? ”

Hearing that I was scolding him, the fat man suddenly calmed down, tightened the canvas in his hand and covered his fat face tightly, and then threw a stone at the dead people in front of him.

The stone struck a dead man, and there was no movement. At this time, I could clearly feel the burning sensation on my clothes and pants.

It's summer, and the clothes I wear with the fat man are thinner and more breathable. In this situation, we really can't stay in this black fog for long.

"Fatty! If I don't leave, my clothes will be burned through! I yelled.

It was evident that the fat man's clothes were in the same situation as mine, and the fat man answered loudly, raised his head to identify a direction, and then raised his feet to run.

But as the fat man ran past the dead men, the next scene surprised me so much that I couldn't even move my legs.

A dead man suddenly lifted his face from the ground, stretched his hand to the side, and grabbed the fat man's ankle directly.

The fat man was so engrossed in running that he didn't expect such a situation at all, and he immediately tripped and fell to the ground.

When the fat man got up from the ground with a grunt and saw what was grabbing his feet, I saw the fat man scream "it", and then kicked the dead man in the face with both feet. But after kicking seven or eight times in a row, the dead man's hand not only was not kicked away, but began to slowly climb up along the fat man's calf.

"Holy!" The fat man screamed again, and turned his head to look at me who was still in a daze: "If you don't come to help me, the fat man will die!" ”

I was pulled back to my senses by the fat man's scream, and with a bang, I drew my dagger with one hand and rushed over, slashing at the hand that grabbed the fat man's calf.

This is a dead man, he is already dead anyway, and it should be okay to remove his hand. I meditate in my heart. At the same time, the strength of the hand is increased to the maximum, and he strives to win with one blow.

I've never cut anyone, and I don't know how hard it takes to see someone's hand. So this knife didn't retain its strength at all. And it was this knife that grabbed the fat man's calf and was directly cut off by me at the joint of my forearm.

The fat man is also clever, and when he saw that his hand was cut off, he immediately kicked the dead man's face. After kicking the dead man away, the fat man turned over and jumped up from the ground, and then immediately went to pick up the canvas that had just fallen on the ground and covered his head. At this time, my pants began to burn out tiny holes. The pain of being burned by the fire instantly swept through the body.

We can't delay any longer, if we don't leave, we'll really be dead.

"Fatty! Let's go! I'm going to burn my clothes! I yelled.

"Let's go!" Once again, the fat man discerned the direction. But before the fat man could run, I saw that the dead men in front of me were all staggering to their feet.

My scalp exploded, and my heart said, "What's going on?" This is not in an ancient tomb, how can it be deceived on the ground?

The fat man also noticed the movement of those dead people, and jumped back again: "Damn! Making a movie, huh? Dawn of the Living Dead? ”