"Phew! Hoo Ha ......"

His lungs seemed to be torn apart, and the rain kept pouring in from his mouth and nose, and Bruce felt that it was hard to open his eyes.

But the necklace of the cross that had been thrown to the ground was in front of him, in a muddy pool in front of him that had been splashed by the falling rain.

The cold and excitement made Bruce's body shiver, and he crawled over and clutched the necklace tightly.

"How do I use it?" He roared in the rain as it grew heavier.

"Let it stain your blood, every time." Sherry's voice was soft and soft, but it pierced through the rain curtain with the sound of a tsunami river to his ears.

"In the blood of my parents!"

Bruce held the cross like a sword and stabbed it into the palm of his other hand.

"Rustling ......"

The sound of the rain faded away.

Bruce regained his vision, and he looked at the dark sky, and the chill seemed to grow stronger.

Looking down at the palm of his hand, there is no imaginary cruel picture of the cross piercing the palm of the hand.

Out of the instinct of life, it is difficult for anyone to do this to themselves, except for those who look at flowers and say that embroidery is simple, they are lovers of sliding competitions, and often support tigers.

Welcome to the world of Resident Evil! Random Locations! Choose the Snow Mountain! 】

A voice rang in Bruce's ear, a treat that little Clark didn't have.

Clark faces nothing more than a mischievous joke, while Bruce faces the infinite fear of truly confronting life and death.

"I can't see anything, it's too dark in here!"

Bruce was telling the truth, he was standing on the ridge of a mountain, the wind was blowing, and the night here was unusually dark, because the mountain was such a color.

Bruce looked at another mountain beside him, it was taller, and there was some light at the top.

He saw two figures in the backlight.

"Hello!" Bruce beckoned excitedly.

The next moment he was dumbfounded, and the two voices jumped down the vertical cliff from the top of the mountain.

"Smack!" The two men broke into several pieces.

Bruce covered his mouth, a little unacceptable for a moment.

He was at a loss and wanted to retreat, but then he found that the two hazy human figures in the darkness were still moving slightly, as if they were alive.

"Don't give up, I'm here to save you!"

Bruce endured the cold and rushed over, only to tripped over an unseen stone.

He fell in front of the two men, so close that he could see the true faces of the two figures as he listened to the roar.

"Shit!"

This is the first time Bruce has been bitten by a zombie that his throat is made.

The pain was so real that Bruce was tormented.

[Survival fails, restart!] 】

Bruce regained consciousness, still blowing a cold wind on the ridge, looking at the two zombies on the cliff.

"I won't be fooled again!"

The guy who thought he already had experience in clearing the dungeon even gave two middle fingers there.

But this time, the two figures didn't jump off.

"Bang!" In the crisp sound.

Someone at the top of the mountain knocked the zombie's head off the top with what appeared to be a frying pan.

The zombie roared, and a mouth hit Bruce's neck.

"!" Bruce fights with a zombie flying head.

At the top of the mountain, Shirley, who tried the feel with a frying pan, praised, "It's a very good tennis racket, isn't it?" ”

Then he slapped the other zombie head away, watching as Bruce had just gotten rid of the first zombie head, and was stabbed by the second zombie head in a state of residual blood.

[Reboot!] 】

This time, Bruce stayed away from the location of these zombies for the first time.

He finally recognized one thing!

That is, the food has really arrived at home, and the first thing that should be guaranteed is to live!

First try to live longer.

"I can't see anything, I don't have vision, humans can't do these things!"

Bruce wasn't stupid, he looked up to the sky in the wind and yelled for some help from the man who had given him the opportunity to change his past.

[Survive for half an hour to gain horizon.] 】

Bruce gritted his teeth, suspecting he was already frostbitten.

Trying to find a leeward place and sit down against the cliff, he turned his head, and around the corner, a zombie wearing a traveler's jacket grinned and bit over excitedly!

Bruce lost consciousness.

[Reboot!] 】

Once! Twice! Countless times!

It was as if Bruce, who had been walking on this dark mountain for 10,000 years, scratched his neck and kicked away the head of a zombie that had fallen from the cliff.

Then take a detour and walk slowly up the mountain.

His steps were light, trying not to make a sound, and his breathing was close to the cliff face.

He tested the number of zombies here with death after death.

It's a snow-capped mountain landscape where almost all visitors were turned into zombies during the virus outbreak.

They were densely packed on this mountain road, far from the cliff face.

Pinching the flesh snake head of a cold-resistant vine that spread over the mountain, suspected to be transformed into an animal, Bruce quickly rushed into the hand-cranked elevator.

It has to be fast here, there are two zombies with their backs to the door.

He had spread his corpse in several layers before he could get the result.

Coming to the top of the mountain, Bruce held a fire axe left in the elevator by the zombies who did not know that they were survivors, and split the heads of the zombies wearing the uniforms of the staff in the scenic spot.

Throwing a fire axe to kill another zombie, Bruce didn't have time to catch his breath, he pushed the insulated food truck selling food next to him, and rushed all the way over.

When he was about to encounter a zombie, he let go, and his frozen body barely listened to him.

[Half an hour has arrived!] 】

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and Bruce fled into the only room where there were no zombies, locking the door.

He finally sat down and could catch his breath.

There is no light here, and the power has long been lost, so where does the light from the top of the mountain come from?

Grabbing a glass of unlucky wine from the table, uncorked it, Bruce drank it bitterly, and choked again.

"Now, kill it!"

The god-like young man's voice rang in Bruce's ears.

His strength has returned! The frozen body feels warm.

He struggled to find something in the room that could be used as a weapon.

It was a sapper shovel.

Looking at the zombies trying to slap the door of his hideout, Bruce counted their numbers.

Seven in total.

Cabinets and other things that had been brought in to hinder movement were placed at the door, and he first turned off the lock, and then set up a mechanism to open the door.

He stood behind the cabinet and stepped on the rope to trigger the mechanism, and the door specially made for protection against the blizzard opened.

The zombies poured in, and Bruce's shovel unhurriedly smashed into the zombie's head that wasn't stuck in the cabinet.

The snow is getting heavier and bigger, dyeing the world white.

I don't know how long it took, but the exhausted Bruce walked out of the door in prostration, looking at the bloody mess all over his body.

The white reflection of the light on the ground shattered the light.

Sharp snow like a sword, kill through the night!