"Bang ——————"

The rough gunfire was piercing and loud, but it could not penetrate the thick snow, and soon reintegrated into the deep night in the direction of the wind.

Kaede went to feel for a bullet, but her stiff fingers searched in her jacket pocket for a long, long time, and still couldn't find anything.

She tried to pull open the other pockets of her coat, but her weakened left arm directly disrupted her fragile balance, causing her to fall from the tree she was leaning on.

The loose rope didn't protect her, and she felt like she should be buried in the soft snow, because she couldn't breathe.

So she slowly opened her eyelids and rolled over in the dark snowy night.

The fall was severe, but she didn't feel any obvious pain, except that neither Mr. "Survivor" nor Radio knew where she had been thrown.

She stroked her hands in the snow twice, but in the end she only caught a few useless clumps of snow, so she gave up.

She exhaled a breath of heat, and finally closed her eyes under the lightless sky.

It snowed so heavily.

All that was left in the silence of the night was the rustle of falling snow, so soft, so soft—like cotton candy—she loved it, she loved it.

The bitter cold wind had gone away, and suddenly she was enveloped in a gentle warmth, and all her fears and uneasiness had been calmed—she felt that it was time for her to fall asleep.

So be it.

In a trance, she noticed some footsteps in the snow - about zombies who heard the sound.

They couldn't catch her, for she was soon to be blown up by the wind, swirling and dancing with the fluttering snowflakes, flying to the white moon and the stars hidden behind the leaden clouds.

It's just that the zombies only came to her in a moment - well, it looks like they got her anyway.

No one will come to save her - she came to this planet alone, and she will die alone on this planet.

Kaede wanted to laugh, but suddenly someone poured a few mouthfuls of hot hot water into her dry mouth - she coughed a few times, then grabbed the kettle next to her mouth like crazy, and swallowed the endless stream of hot boiling water - it was hot water! Hot water! She's alive again!

"Can you hear me?" A man spoke softly beside her, but his voice sounded a little hoarse, indistinct in the snow, and she felt that he was not young.

Although she wanted to speak, she could only spit out some vague syllables in her hoarse throat for the time being.

She couldn't see anything in the black night, and she couldn't see him, so she panicked and reached out and clung around, afraid that he would leave her behind because of his untimely silence.

She quickly grabbed something—she guessed she should have grabbed his clothes, for he quickly laughed, "Looks like she's still in good spirits, and almost pulled my pants down." ”

"We can't stay here for too long."

There was another tired voice in the darkness—it was the voice of a young lady, she knew it well—well, she knew, this was about the same lady she had radioed before!

"Can you walk?" He asked again, and then placed a heavy coat on her.

Kaede couldn't speak, so she tugged at his pants and pulled them twice—she wanted to stand up, but she really couldn't walk.

She heard him sigh faintly, and then she could feel someone grab her by the collar and drag her up and down the snow.

"We can't just go back." The young lady who had been at the head of the line sighed, "They'll follow us to the base." ”

"Hmm." She felt him stop, resting in place for a moment before continuing to drag himself forward.

The snow is really getting heavier and heavier.

In addition to the faint sound of dense snow, there was also the creaking sound of them stepping on the soft snow.

The cotton coat that covered her was so warm that she couldn't help but feel a little sleepy, so she let go of the hand that was holding his pants.

Kaede didn't know where they were taking her, but she was relieved that she was suddenly asleep—now she didn't feel the hunger that had tormented her for days.

"This guy is asleep." Bender loosened the chain shotgun and supplies on his shoulder, and muttered softly to his companion, "You can fall asleep too." ”

"Hmm." Mosilaire replied sullenly, and continued to struggle through the snow with his head down.

"Where are we going?" Bender was worried about her health, but when it came to his lips, he swallowed back the words of concern - he really wasn't good at expressing his emotions - and the strong girl probably only stubbornly said "I'm fine" in the face of his concern.

"I don't know...... Find a place to ...... Oh! "Mosilaire was kicked by a vicious mass of old roots, and almost hit his head on the thick pine tree. Fortunately, she supported her body with her hands in time, so that she did not let herself be scratched by the rough bark.

"Hmm......" Mosilaire, who accidentally pulled on the wound, felt dizzy and fell into the snow with the charged rifle in his hand.

This sparse grove is also inhabited by unknown birds, screaming and reverberating from the wind and snow that besieges them.

The sharp pain was churning wildly in her mind, and she felt like she was going to ...... Passed out.

Mosilaire slowly sat down on the fir tree to its swirling roots, and reached out to wipe a few snowflakes from the corners of his eyes, "I want to rest...... May I? ”

Bender did not reply, but took the jug from his bosom and unscrewed its screwed tin cap, handing it to his weary companion.

The water in the pot was still hot, and the steam rose from its mouth and hit Mosilaire's face.

She poured two sips of hot water into her mouth, slowly feeling the gentle heat down her throat and into her stomach—Mosilaire felt better, better.

"Give that guy a drink, too." She exhaled heartily in the darkness of the night, and with a hoarse voice, she brought the cotton-covered jug to Bender's hand. "We have to find a place to hide from the snow, or the cold wind will kill us first......

A few shrill chirps from not far away suddenly cut through the silence of the night, interrupting Mosilele's words.

Some startled stupid thing was scurrying around like headless flies, and was screaming a disgusting croaking cry from its mouth.

The noise came from the woods behind Bender and them, but the silent and towering dense forests, distorted into long shadows in the darkness and snow, maliciously obscured their full view.

Both Mosilele and Bender held their breath as they listened to the noise of birds as they fell silent.

But peace soon returned to the forest, and it seemed that only the ghostly sound of falling snow remained in the heavens and the earth. But she felt that she heard something unusual in the snowflakes.

It was the hoarse sound of a hunter's thick coat scraping against the cedar strips as he walked through the woods, and the slight crunch caused by unintentionally stepping on a soft branch buried in the snow.

She guessed they were going to catch up.

"It's time for us to go." Mosilaire sat down on the knotted root of the tree and gasped twice, holding on to the rough bark of the fir tree.

"I'll help you." Bender held out his right hand.

"No...... No...... You've got to take her with you, we're already slow enough. Mosilaire shook his head and took two short breaths of cool air, "Hurry up, or it'll be too late." ”

After she finished speaking, she tightened the snow coat on her body, and staggered to the front first in the thick snow.

Seeing Mosilere's back staggering through the snow, Bender was a little annoyed, but he opened his mouth, and finally exhaled the stuffiness in his chest again.

The exhaled heat was quickly blown away by the cold wind whistling through the forest, and finally condensed into tiny Xiaoice crystals scattered in the darkness.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Mosilaire cowered in the blizzard, coughing a few times uncontrollably, and finally found a few blackened blood stains on the white cotton gloves covering his mouth.

The lead-filled footsteps were no longer able to move.

"There's something here." Her companion suddenly found something behind a small snowbag on the side of the road, and threw down the victim he was hauling, digging with his back to her with the butt of his gun to dig through the frozen ice, and the broad figure looked somewhat distorted and strange in the dim light.

Mosilaire blinked in confusion, her mind suddenly blank and trance-like, and when she recovered, she only felt that she was missing something—how long had it been since she had lost her mind?

Is it just a short second? Or a minute?

Mosilaire really couldn't tell the difference—but she felt like she had been standing in the snow for a while, because she seemed to have a chill in her body.

The pain in her heart was breaking her will, and she really didn't know how long she could hold out, but she wished it was longer...... A little longer......