Chapter 30: A Woman's Choice

Claude did hesitate about how to treat this woman, on the one hand, they did not do it right, robbed and killed, which has exceeded the bottom line of morality and law.

On the other hand, this woman is only an accomplice, and in the last days, women, as a vulnerable group, do have a last resort.

Now, for example, Claude can take a woman away without her consent and take her home to play with whatever he wants. But Claude still gave a chance to choose, because he didn't need toys.

The guy who was holding a crowbar and came up with an idea behind Wang Hu had already run away, and Claude looked around but couldn't find him, and finally gave up.

The man was a little smart, he knew how to choose, and he knew how to use words to demagogue, but alas, he didn't have much courage. Claude felt that this kind of person couldn't make much of a storm, although one of his secrets had been seen by him, but fortunately, who would believe that this kind of person turned into a pistol.

"Sit in the back." Claude said as he looked at the woman.

The AE86 has a small rear row, which is just an emergency fitting, and as a two-door sports car, you need to squeeze through the front seats to get into the back. Claude had already told the woman about her identity and status through such a simple seating arrangement, and the woman didn't care too much about it, probably getting used to it.

Helping his sister Anna buckle up, Claude starts the car, he's going to the gas station, and he already has an idea.

"What's your name?" Claude asked, stroking the steering wheel.

"Liu Wanting."

"Well, that's a great name." Claude said copistically.

The car was a little dull, Liu Wanting squeezed into the back row, intentionally or unintentionally curled up a pair of long legs on the seat, revealing the white lace edge inside.

"What about you?" It took a long time for Liu Wanting to say a word.

"What?" Claude subconsciously asked, at this time he was thinking about other things, he was a zombie, and being able to walk safely in the zombie pile was an advantage and a trouble.

This incredible ability is best known to as few people as possible, which is why Claude deliberately does not want to interact with other people. For example, in the villa area of his home, he had found traces of survivors, but did not choose to look for them.

It's just that many things are really difficult to do alone, and they need to work meaninglessly over and over again, and at the same time, their sister needs a woman to take care of them. After all, there is a difference between men and women, and he has been very embarrassed to change his sister's clothes these days.

"I wanted to ask the young master your name." Liu Wanting spoke again.

"Young Master? Hehe, my name is Claude. ”

"Oh." Liu Wanting answered, and then she looked out the window, and a zombie figure roared past the window, roaring at the speeding car, which scared her into a tremble.

"Are you a zombie?" Liu Wanting looked at Claude's eyes surrounded by black blood vessels from the rearview mirror and asked.

"What do you think?" Claude smiled and replied.

Whew, a distinct exhalation came from the back seat, it seemed to be relieved, although the woman knew that Claude was not, but still wanted to ask to comfort her heart.

"You're afraid of them."

"Aren't you afraid? They eat people! ”

"Actually, I don't understand." Claude gradually slowed down the car, and there were more zombies here, he pointed to the guys outside the window, and said lightly: "You see, they walk slowly, their bodies are stiff, and they are not much aggressive, except for being scary, what else is there?" ”

"They're eating people, let's go!" Liu Wanting looked at the zombies that were getting closer, and she had already begun to panic, and as she moved violently, the zombies outside seemed to feel her presence and began to let out a loud roar.

"Kill a zombie, and then you can really join us, with food, clean water, comfortable housing, and respect." Claude said lightly as he looked at the zombie who had reached twenty meters away.

"Ahh Let's go, let's go! The woman's voice had begun to sharpen, and she pounded her seat in panic and leaned forward, as if to snatch the steering wheel.

Claude decisively stopped, turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and then opened the door and walked out.

"Ahh You're a madman! Help me! The woman was already frightened, and the woman who had just faced the threat of a pistol very calmly was so frightened that she peed her pants at this time, and her facial features were tightly twisted together.

"You see, they're really slow." Standing between the zombie and the car, Claude said lightly, then stretched out a foot and kicked over a zombie with a little force.

The fallen zombie roared, and the attraction of the food caused him to stagger forward before being trampled on the top of his head by a large foot.

"Look, this kind of thing is just weak." Claude looked at the struggling zombie, then the center of gravity of his body began to move towards the foot, and finally stepped on the zombie's head to make a golden rooster independent movement.

"Don't you think it's fun?" Claude turned back to the woman in the car and said.

The woman's madness was a little less, and she watched in amazement as Claude strolled around in sorts.

Bang! Claude jumped down, and then kicked the zombie in the head with a big kick, and the poor fellow's neck immediately broke to the side, the flesh was stretched, and the black blood gushed for a while, and then stopped moving.

Claude looked back at the woman who had stopped screaming, reached over the other zombie, pushed him to the ground with both hands, and then stomped on his back.

"Do you want to try it?" Claude asked lightly.

The woman's head shook like a rattle, and she firmly stated that she would not go out.

Breaking the zombie's neck with a fierce kick, Claude walked to the front of the car and reached out to pull the woman out of the car, and the woman desperately held the seat's hand and didn't let go.

"Don't, ah, help! Please! The woman struggled desperately, tears and snot had flowed out, the muscles on her face had begun to twitch, and her facial features were knotted together because of fear.

No matter how much the woman struggled, she couldn't resist Claude's tremendous force, and was dragged out by the whole person, and then thrown to the ground.

The woman who fell to the ground happened to see the dead zombie with a broken neck, and immediately screamed, supporting the ground with her hands indiscriminately, and kicking the ground with her feet, but she just couldn't get up and run away, fear had torn her heart apart, and her pale face was whiter than ever, whiter than powder.

To be honest, Claude had already relented, he looked at the zombies in the distance who were attracted by the woman's screams, and confirmed that it was safe at this time, so he relented and watched the woman struggle on the ground.

A lot of times it's really strange, even an adult, but not as a child. Claude seemed to see the 6-year-old girl he had rescued, the figure of the fruit knife hiding in the safe, but holding it tightly no matter how scared he was.

The years have given people experience, given people knowledge, but also worn out passion and dissipated courage. Time is a handful of ******, and when it carves wrinkles on its face, it also secretly takes away the most important thing of a person, the original intention of the first place - the instinct to survive.

(PS The author of this chapter has changed it three times.,Mainly because of the reasonableness of the plot.,The author changed it twice before.,I feel that the progress is unreasonable.,And a little bit of H content.,I'm worried about being banned.,SO,You know.,Deleted a lot.,Now these should be fine, right)