Syracuse, a neighborhood of infected people, Fourth Street.

"Miss Breeze, Miss Breeze! Please wait a moment! ”

A teenager, carrying a basket full of food, quickened his pace and caught up with a woman with long flaxen hair who was walking ahead.

"Jack, you should get some rest now and wait until you're healthy before you can work."

The young man called Jack blushed slightly, and he raised the basket in his hand shyly: "Sister Breeze, this is what my mother asked me to bring to you, she said that you must need a lot of food on the way." ”

The woman with long flaxen hair was carrying a long metal staff, and she covered her mouth and chuckled, "So little Jack is already blushing." ”

The eyes fell on the food in the basket, brown bread, dry fruit, and one or two eggs, which would not make people feel appetizing in normal society, but in the community of infected people, it was extremely rich food.

Breeze shook his head and refused: "I have prepared a lot of food and water, these are still left to you, you are still growing and need more food, in addition, remember to take medicine on time, listen to your mother more, don't run around." ”

Jack lowered his arm in frustration and whispered, "Is Sister Breeze really leaving?" ”

The breeze turned, and she walked slowly, with little Jack following her.

"Yes, my sister is going to a place where there are many doctors, I heard that they have a way to treat source stone disease, and I have been here for a long time, it's time to say goodbye."

The breeze continued to walk forward, not paying any attention to the fact that the young man behind him had stayed where he was, watching her departing back.

As she passed by a small bar, a masked man in a dirty black uniform quietly walked out, and they walked side by side, the infected gathered on the side of the road in front of them all avoiding the monster.

"Mr. Undead, you are still the same as before, your steps are light and untraced, if you were not a Sakaz man, I would have thought you were a film."

Breeze chuckled.

The man named Undead carried a worn-out rifle with a polished smooth butt and a scarred barrel that made one wonder if he could really shoot bullets, and he was beside the breeze, like a cloud of air, and he couldn't feel his presence, as his code name suggested, an ethereal undead.

The undead's vocal cords seemed to have been badly injured, and his voice was hoarse, like a noise squeezing out of his throat: "Miss Breeze, after the last journey, our bill will be settled, and I don't owe you anything." ”

The oncoming wind lifted the tips of the breeze, and her voice was light and with a little pleasure: "Yes yes, Mr. Dead, I haven't forgotten, we are very close to Rhode Island now, thank you very much for your help along the way, otherwise I would have fallen halfway." ”

The undead did not reply.

Breeze didn't stop her words: "Think about the first time we met, there is a word in the distant Yan Country, called fate, do you believe in fate?" ”

"I don't believe it."

Breeze was not surprised, she hadn't given up yet: "I have a fate with Rhode Island, maybe you have a fate with Rhode Island too." ”

"Nope."

This is a diehard who does not enter oil and salt, a stone that is so cold that it can't be hot, but his marksmanship is surprisingly good, and he can also destroy a high-energy stone worm with one shot without a magnifier.

He abides by the rules and is meticulous in his work, and he can still maintain his principles and stick to the bottom line in the mud and sand environment of the infected community, and his strong strength does not make him a bully, and Breeze can't help but wonder what his past identity is.

The undead's black uniform looked very dirty, in fact, most of the colors were painted by him later with spray paint, and the breeze noticed a logo on his right arm, but unfortunately the mark had been painted black by the undead, leaving only a faint silhouette.

Breeze decided to make one last effort: "Alas, Mr. Dead, even if you are infected, even if you have had some unspeakable experiences, you can be accepted at Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals, I really hope that you will join me too, your illness can only be cured by them, and my herbs can only help you delay it." ”

The undead were silent, and together they left the community of the infected, to the hideout before they came, where there was the undead's transportation vehicle, a locomotive that had been modified many times, and it was very noisy when it started, and the energy consumption was surprisingly high, but it was expensive to start fast and accelerate well, and the top speed was a violation in any mobile city, but it was the best way to survive in the wilderness.

"Miss Breeze."

Breeze stopped to check her gear and listened carefully, every time the undead took the initiative to talk to her, there was something very important.

The undead put on his goggles and hid his almost empty eyes, and there was no emotion in his voice: "The final outcome of the infected is only a tragic death, which is a fact that no one can change, but there was once a person who could change everything, he had the power to change the world, but he was still a person in the end, and people could not bear that power, we hurt him, and I and we are both guilty." ”

He bites the word "guilty" very hard, and Breeze realizes that what the undead say is inextricably linked to a past he can't mention.

First of all, the person he spoke of was a man, and he and he were completely different from it in the colloquial language.

The second is that when they first met, the man's physical condition was so bad that he could fall down when the wind blew, and many wounds on his body were only treated urgently with simple methods, and he had not received systematic treatment, so that he almost fell into a situation where it was difficult to return.

This is also the reason why Breeze can restrain the undead with medical fees, and it took her a lot of effort to pull him back from the ghost gate, many of which are due to the fact that the undead themselves are extremely physically strong, which costs a lot of money, and the undead are a rule-abiding person, agreeing to Breeze's request to replace the medicine with an employment contract.

"For some reason, because of you, the other person fell into a very sad end, so is that why you have been obsessed with it?"

Breeze wrote down everything the undead had said, and even if he didn't want to join Rhode Island in the end, at least there were people in the world who remembered him for existing.

She has seen too many infected people, those with names and those without names, swallowed up by this hideous land, and turned into a speck of dust in the times.

A physician and a gunman travel from the border between Ursus and Syracuse into the heart of Syracuse, and their ultimate destination is the Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company that stops there...... Outpost.

The breeze sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle lowered her head, and the wind blew her long flaxen hair, which glistened beautifully in the sun, the tips of her hair fluttering past the cold rider, and the outline of a landship in front of her loomed in the mist.