Beams of light from military flashlights swept over each one's bodies, and Tom began to examine each one's bodies, focusing on exposed skin.

These soldiers were like great enemies, and when the pillar of light shone on their faces, they all turned pale, as if they were on trial, and they were waiting for the judgment of death.

After checking everyone, no one was injured, even the wound on Lyle's face, which was the same injury two days ago, the wound was still oozing pus and blood, and there was no strange smell inside, and everyone's hearts were relieved.

"And the two of us!"

Verelle said coldly, and she began to remove the clothes from her body. Until only the undershirt remains, Verelle's body is intact, so everyone's eyes fall on Tom again.

Tom smiled, he took off the hat on his head, and then untied the collar, revealing the body armor inside, Tom smiled:

"I'm protected all over my body by bulletproof gear, just look at the parts I'm exposed to. You see, I'm not hurt. ”

Verelle stared at Tom coldly, and she raised her gun: "Undress!" ”

Tom laughed dryly, and he began to remove his clothes, including body armor, which were taken off one by one.

When Tom had only pants left on his body, everyone finally didn't find any wounds on him, everyone was relieved, and everyone was finally relieved.

Silence returned to the conference room, the dead teammate was moved to the first floor, and everyone began to sleep, no one knew what the team would face after dawn.

At four o'clock in the morning, it was Tom's turn to be on duty with another soldier, they got up, and the two of them guarded the window and the corridor, Tom was in a hurry, he signaled, and then went to the toilet on the first floor alone.

Closing the door to the toilet, Tom unscrewed the military flashlight. The light of the flashlight was strong, and the toilet was filled with white porcelain tiles, so the whole room lit up.

After putting the flashlight on, Tom didn't defecate immediately, he bent down, and Tom took off the boot on his right foot.

After months on the run, the boots were worn out, the soles of the boots had become very thin, and the straps had broken into three.

Sitting on the toilet, Tom lifted his right foot, and a foul smell came up, attracting the few flies in the toilet, and Tom's brow furrowed.

Just above the center of Tom's foot, there was a small wound there. The wound was not deep, maybe it was just a cut of the oily skin at the time, but now it looks serious.

Tom sighed, his heart was desolate, Tom knew that he didn't have much time left for him.

It was in that room that Tom blew up the zombies, the building collapsed, everyone fell down with the floor, and Tom's good fortune was over.

He wasn't squirted by the broken bones, but when he fell, Tom's right foot stepped on top of a broken bone, and his boot was pierced, and the broken bones cut through Tom's foot.

Tom knew that something was wrong, and when everyone was dazed, Tom pulled out his dagger and slashed at the wound, and he forced a piece of meat off the center of his foot, which Tom hoped would save his fate.

The pursuing zombies didn't leave him much time, Tom didn't have time to treat his wounds thoroughly, he had to continue to flee with his team, Tom hoped that the knife would save his life, but now it seemed too late.

The previous fighter, his wound was near the brain, so he had a seizure very quickly, and the fighter was finally taken away by the virus.

Now it's your turn.

Tom sighed, he was very unwilling, and a conversation came to Tom's mind, which he had overheard Lyle and Verelle talking about just now:

Yes, there is a very clever doctor of genetics on the aircraft carrier, Dr. Lu is working on a zombie vaccine, I believe she will succeed soon, and there is still hope for us humans.

Yes, I won't give up hope of life, I can't die, I can't become a zombie, I must live.

Gritting his teeth, Tom pulled out his dagger, and he began to rip the rotten flesh from the wound.

The dagger slashed down, pieces of rotten flesh fell, red blood gushed out of the wound, they washed the black from the wound, and Tom's face showed a cruel smile:

I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die, I'm going to survive to the carrier, I'm going to get the antidote, I'm going to survive.

Through gritting his teeth, the blade of the dagger pressed against the bones of his feet, and there was a "cluck, cluck" sound, and Tom even carefully scraped the blue bones clean.

When he had done everything, Tom took out the military medicine, which he carefully slipped into the hole and carefully tied his feet with a bandage.

Putting his socks back on, Tom grinned and put on the dead soldier's boots, and he sniffed himself again, but the toilet was full of blood, and Tom couldn't smell anything unusual.

He carefully cleaned the toilet a few times, then took a deep breath as Tom walked out step by step.

There was still an uncomfortable pain under his feet, and Tom was glad that he could feel the pain, and he went back to the bedroom on the second floor.

The team member on duty glanced at Tom, and then he continued to look out the window, and the team member unconsciously asked:

"Why does it smell like wound medicine, are you hurt, captain?"

Tom laughed dryly, he put the gun on the hallway, Tom whispered, "No, I accidentally tore the military medicine bag just now." ”

The warrior said "oh", he did not ask any more questions, and the two of them remained quietly on duty until dawn.

At dawn, Tom made another excuse to go to the toilet, and the wound was still in good shape, because the bandage was so tightly tied that the skin there was a little blue, but nothing unusual was noticed.

Cautious, Tom cut off all the wounds again, and he reworked the wounds before returning to the middle of the group.

There were still a handful of zombies swaying in the streets, and Verelle began to snipe at the mutated creatures.

She was very strategic, Verelle deliberately started with the zombies in the distance, and as those zombies fell one by one, the remaining zombies were attracted by the movement in the distance, so they became Verelle's next target.

When the last zombie fell, Tom gave the order in a hurry: "Go, target the aircraft carrier." ”

The team returned to the street.

Washington is much hotter than New York, where the snow has long since melted, and the streets are full of puddles of water, and military boots always make a high splash when they step on it.

The team moved forward extremely fast, and Tom took the lead in the lead, asking for directions from time to time for the carrier, and finally the Potomac estuary was in sight.

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