Chapter 8: The Cross Gun in the Flames

Claude lay on the ladder and watched the soldiers on the plane pick up the little girl before he was relieved. As long as she is in the army, the little girl can grow up safely, this is Claude's current idea, in this kind of apocalypse, maybe only there is the safest place.

Claude couldn't leave, he was a zombie now, and he didn't want to be put on the bench and watch the doctors dissect him alive. What's more, he has one more person to look for, and that is his sister, that Anna.

Claude's surname is Ke, although this surname is relatively rare, but it is definitely a pure Chinese surname. The name is Lauder, which sounds like a foreign name, of course, his biological mother is indeed a foreigner, but this name was given by his grandfather, which means that being able to work hard is a good character.

Claude's sister is called Christine Anna, her father is Chinese, and her mother is French, she is also a mixed-race child, but after her parents divorced, Anna followed her mother to marry her widowed father.

Maybe it's a coincidence, the beginning of this sister's name is also Ke, although it is only similar in pronunciation, but Lao Ke is very happy to write her name on the household registration book, and regards this baby daughter as a treasure.

Before the outbreak of the end times, this forty-year-old old Ke took Anna's mother on a trip, and before leaving, he said that he wanted Claude to take good care of his sister, but he did not expect this disaster to break out in a few days, and Claude now feels that he has not been able to enter the obligations of an older brother at all.

Patting his head hard, Claude checked the resources in his hand.

A police revolver that was already out of bullets, a hammer, a lighter, and then, there was no then.

It's a little little, but Claude doesn't need to survive in a zombie-infested city like a human, because he's a zombie himself.

However, there was no reason for him to give up the idea of killing these demons, even though he was one of them.

He felt that he should do something, and although he could not hear what the little girl had said before leaving, he still saw the little girl's eyes from afar, and in the eyes of the six-year-old girl, he was a savior.

"Huh." Claude laughed self-deprecatingly, he is a zombie, but he actually has the soul of a savior, is this a kind of funeral?

Claude feels that he has become less and less of a zombie in recent days. He still spoke, and although he had difficulty articulating his words, he was able to say some simple words.

Secondly, he seemed to be able to feel the touch from his body gradually, such as the place on his shoulder where he was hit by a bullet, and there was already a numbing sensation coming over him.

Leaving the place through the window, the flames were now gradually extinguished in the streets, and Claude waited until the plane left before reappearing, not wanting to be torn to shreds by the wheat-cutting attack.

Most of the zombies on the ground are no longer humanoid, and many of them have been broken by most of their bodies, leaving one with a strong head and a big mouth.

How tenacious the life force is, Claude doesn't know what force keeps these zombies from dying. These have completely surpassed the most basic limits of creatures, like this zombie in front of them. Then the moonlight spilled down, and Claude stared at her with wide eyes as she supported half of her body with her broken arm, and kept moving and crawling in one direction, although her lower body had flown to the roof not far away, the zombie was still strong and alive, and the roar in her mouth did not show a trace of weakness.

Claude stood up, he felt that he had to find a weapon to deal with these painful creatures, although they themselves would not feel pain, but Claude couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy when he looked at them.

It's a shopping street with lots of shops, but it's mostly destroyed after helicopter gunships.

It won't be long before the armed forces on the ground will come and wash every street here. If this situation is not a global outbreak, Claude feels that as the most powerful armed force in the whole of Asia, Huaxia's army will definitely take back every inch of this land from the hands of zombies again.

Why say again? Claude was stunned for a moment, smiling self-deprecatingly, and he looked up to see a place, a wilderness survival club.

The rapid development of the economy has made Huaxia the economic center of the whole planet, and the Chinese people are diligent, optimistic and cheerful, although the people here stay in a second-tier city, there will never be a shortage of entertainment, and wild survival is a very hot project recently.

After getting used to the city, run outside, take a look at the scenery of nature, appreciate the fun of hunting, the Chinese people have never lacked poetry and picturesqueness, and have always felt the beauty of nature.

This is a land with the richest land, the most beautiful forests, the most comprehensive climate, and the most magical secrets.

In this land, the Chinese people paid great attention to the protection of the environment, because the profits made in the first and second world wars made the country grow very rapidly. Claude couldn't help but think of the world before the rebirth, where China had endured the hardships of war and still built a huge kingdom on the ruins.

Whether in this life or in the past, Claude is proud to be a Chinese person, even in this disaster, the Chinese people will definitely stand up again, nothing can repel these beautiful people.

Claude walked into the outdoor shop from the rubble, and after being bombarded by airplanes, it was on fire, most of the things had been burned, and there was not much left, and Claude picked it up in the rubble.

The tent was largely burned out, and the rest of Claude was not ready to pick it up. Ropes and knives were basically expensive, and what could be saved in the fire was usually iron, like the guy in front of Claude's eyes.

The thing was found in a pile of recurve bows, which had been burned out by the flames, and Claude was obviously disappointed in the hope of finding a better bow and arrow. Rummaging down, Claude felt for a somewhat hot metal handle.

Slowly digging through the ruins, Claude pulled out the big dick. How to describe it, this should be a long spear, and the pure metal material makes this guy extra heavy. The metal body of the gun is carved with intricate textures, which should be a nice pattern, but it is pitch black after the fire, and all the metal plated on it has fallen off.

In the hand, the texture of the gun is very handy, and it seems to be a design that is conducive to holding and preventing slippage. The tip of the spear was 30 centimeters long, and although it was not sharpened, the cold metal already indicated its hardness.

Two double blades of about 20 centimeters stretched horizontally under the tip of the gun, and to be specific, this should be a cross gun.

This thing is not a Huaxia object, Claude took it in his hand and observed it. This kind of weapon with religious characteristics should come from the Western Catholic district, probably imitated in the Middle Ages The weapons of the Holy Order, and this kind of all-steel spear will not be used with Chinese martial arts.

The counterweight on the tail is engraved with a strange text, it should be ancient Roman characters or ancient Greek, Claude thinks this thing is a bit interesting, when have you ever seen a paladin in the Middle World with this kind of writing?

Maybe he was alone, Claude took it in his hand and shook it, this thing weighs at least 30 kilograms, it is impossible for a human to use such a heavy weapon, unless he becomes a zombie like Claude. As if it was specially made for Claude, he held it in his hand and gestured it, and it felt very good in terms of weight and size.

Finding a whetstone in the kitchen of a dining room, Claude patiently sharpened the spear until the black tip shone with a cold light, Claude knew that the gun was ready, and he himself was ready, stood up, and strode in the direction of the school.

Anna, what will you become when you meet again?