He suddenly had another thought.

He slammed open the bathroom door and looked around, almost missing what he was looking for: the mirror was covered with a layer of dust so much that it didn't even reflect the light of his own flashlight.

The dusted area shows an image of itself wearing a gas mask and helmet. He illuminated himself with a flashlight and looked in the mirror.

His tired, emaciated face was obscured by the plastic cheeks of his gas mask, but his deep-set blue eyes, reflected in the mirror, suddenly made him feel similar to the boy in the photo.

Su Mengfan brought the photo in front of him, looked intently at the boy's little face, and then looked in the mirror.

He illuminated the photo again, and looked at his face under the gas mask, trying to remember the last time he saw his own reflection.

When was that?

In my impression, it seems that there has never been.

Judging by the man he sees in the mirror now, years...... If only he could take off this damn mask and compare himself to the kid in the picture!

Of course, people grow up unrecognizable from time to time, but everyone leaves something on their face that reminds them of their distant childhood.

In that case, he must find an opportunity when Su Mengfan returns to the All-Russian Exhibition Center Station, so that he can look for the survivors of the plague.

See if the woman on the piece of paper who is now smiling at him looks like the woman who was sentenced to death with a mouse.

Looks like his mother.

Even though her face was distorted by despair and pleading, the survivor would recognize her.

He'll recognize it.

By the way, in that subway station, can you find your only relative now - Artem.

Su Mengfan had already affirmed that the little boy in the illusion in the library before was his younger brother.

Not only Artyom's name but also Alcohen's name appeared in it.

Su Mengfan checked the photo again, and then, with unaccustomed kindness, he caressed the image of the woman, and then carefully rolled the photo and put it into an empty bullet casing.

Then, with a sturdy rope, hang it on your chest.

In this way, you can feel that your mother is by your side all the time.

The book with the photograph in it was put in his rucksack.

He thought it strange that just a few hours ago he was in the largest repository of knowledge on land, where he could take any of a million different volumes, but many of them were really worthless.

He just let them gather dust on the shelves, and he never thought of profiting from this library.

Instead, he took a cheap children's book with unpretentious drawings, and he felt as if he had the greatest wealth in the world.

Su Mengfan returned to the hall, wanting to quickly flip through the remaining books on the shelves, and even wanted to look at the cabinet to find the photo album.

But he looked up at the window and felt a slight change there.

A hint of uneasiness gripped his heart: something was wrong. He came closer, knowing what was wrong.

The colors of the night are changing, and a yellowish rosy color appears.

It's fading.

The beasts were sitting next to the entrance, hesitating to enter.

The dead bodies of their companions were nowhere to be seen, but it was unclear whether the big winged monster had taken it or if they had torn it to shreds themselves.

Su Mengfan didn't understand what prevented them from storming the apartment and giving him time to breathe.

Will he be able to get to {Smolensks} before the sun rises?

And more importantly, will he be able to escape from these monsters?

You might have to stop in the barricaded apartment to hide from the sun in the bathroom, wait until they drive the carnivorous monsters away, and then set off when it's dark.

But how long do protective suits last?

How long can a gas mask filter be expected to last?

Su Mengfan came to the door leading to the stairwell and listened.

There was silence.

He carefully removed the cabinet and slowly opened the door a little.

There was no one there, but when Su Mengfan illuminated the stairs with a flashlight, he saw something he hadn't seen before.

A thick layer of transparent slime lay on the steps.

It looked like something had climbed off them, leaving a trail in the back.

The traces did not reach the apartment where he had been staying, but this did not make Su Mengfan feel comforted.

Does this mean that abandoned houses are not as empty as they seem?

Now he doesn't want to stay in the apartment anymore, let alone sleep here. There was only one option: chase away the beasts and try to get to {Smolens}.

And act before you see the sun and the hidden monsters wake up.

This time he didn't aim carefully, just trying to kill as many carnivorous beasts as he could.

Two of them roared and fell to the ground, and the others disappeared into the alley.

It looks like the road is clean.

Su Mengfan ran forward cautiously, worried that there was an ambush, he looked out of the entrance, and then hurriedly ran towards the garden ring road with all his strength.

The garden on this ring must have been a nightmarish bush, and over the years only the narrow strip of trees on the boulevard has been transformed into a dark labyrinth......

Not to mention the botanical garden and what is definitely growing there.

The monsters gathered together gave him a chance to get a head start, and he was able to almost reach the end of the street.

There were more and more rays, but the sunlight clearly did not intimidate the beasts at all:

They were divided into two groups and rushed over, always shortening the distance between them and Su Mengfan.

Here, in this open space, they have an advantage: Su Mengfan could not stop shooting.

At the same time, they turn to lie down, and their silhouette does not exceed a meter above the ground. They almost joined the road.

No matter how fast Su Mengfan tried to run, the fatigue of the protective suit, the rucksack, the two machine guns, and the seemingly endless night all weighed on him.

Soon these demons will catch up with him and reclaim their losses, he thought, and he was filled with despair.

Su Mengfan recalled the formless but sturdy corpses of the monsters, lying in a pool of blood at the entrance, where he overturned them with a machine gun.

Su Mengfan didn't have time to examine them, but even a glance was enough to carve them into his long-lasting memory: smooth brown hair, a large round head, and a mouth with dozens of tiny fangs, which looked like they were divided into several rows.

Su Mengfan went through all the animals he knew in his heart, but he still couldn't think of an animal that could give birth to such a beast, and they didn't exist even when they were irradiated.

Luckily, there are no trees on the Garden Loop.

There was only one wide street left, which stretched from the intersection to the left and right to the sky.

Su Mengfan shot at those beasts without looking before suddenly running again.

Now they were less than fifty meters away from him, and they had separated and formed a half-circle, so that some of the beasts were almost parallel to him.

He had to find a way between several large craters five to six meters deep, and circle around one place in order to get around a deep crack that split the road in half.

The structures of the Sanli in the vicinity look strange: they are not burned, they look more like they have melted.

It gives the impression that this place has suffered more strange things than Kalinin Street.

In the distance, about a few hundred meters away, an incredibly large structure appeared.

It looks like a medieval castle, and it is the unsettling sight, a majestic dimly lit backdrop, undamaged by time or war.

Su Mengfan glanced upwards sharply, and he was relieved: a terrifying winged shadow soared above the castle, and that might be his savior.

The {demon} who once killed his comrades, but now it has become his hope to escape from the monster.

He only needed to attract its attention so that it would concentrate on the monsters that were chasing Su Mengfan.

He raised his machine gun with one hand and aimed the barrel at the flying monster, then pulled the trigger.

There was no sound.

He ran out of ammunition.

When climbing, it was difficult to drag a reserve machine gun on his back.

Su Mengfan sneaked into one of the nearest alleys and leaned against the wall to change weapons.

Now when he ran out of ammo on his second machine gun, he didn't have to get those beasts close.

The first of them had already appeared around the corners, sitting on their hind legs in their accustomed movements, fully stretching their massive bodies.

It had become bolder and had come so close that now Su Mengfan had seen its eyes clearly for the first time:

Small, hidden beneath huge eyebrows, burning with an evil green fire, resembling the flash of a mysterious ghost fire in the park.

Kalashnikov of Saatchi rushed. The spear does not have a laser sight, but under normal circumstances a person will not miss at such a distance.

His naked eyes were on the silhouette of the crouching beast.

Su Mengfan clamped the machine gun on his shoulder tighter and pulled the trigger. The bolt slowly moved to a central position and stopped.

What's wrong?

Did he really mess up the machine gun in a hurry?

Absolutely not, because his weapon has a laser sight...... Su Mengfan tried to twist the bolt.

It's stuck.

The whirlwind of thought swirled in his head.

Thatch, those {librarians}...... That's why his companions didn't resist when the gray monster attacked him in the labyrinth of books!

His machine gun really doesn't work.

He most likely pulled the bolt intermittently as {librarian} dragged him deeper into the hallway......

Two more ghostly beasts appeared, and silence fell around.

They were intently studying Su Mengfan.

Su Mengfan looked at Thatch's machine gun in despair.

Weapons are like this, it's like they are ending their own lives.

The closest monster may be the leader, it jumped, and now it is only five meters away from Su Mengfan.

At this moment, a great shadow swept over their heads, and the beasts lay on the ground and raised their heads.