Tang Ling looked at the strange woman in front of her, shrank back a little frightened, and clenched Qiu Yanling's hand in her hand.

"Is this your mother?"

The woman looked at the half of the corpse lying next to Tang Ling and asked.

Tang Ling stroked the big hand wrapped in the palm of her hand, nodded silently, and tears gathered in her eyes again.

A warm touch came from above her head, Tang Ling looked at the distressed eyes of the woman in front of her in a daze, and the other party said in a soft voice, "Do you want to go with me?" I'll take you to a safe place. ”

The warm feeling as familiar as Qiu Yanling made Tang Ling's tears flow out again, she couldn't help but throw herself into the arms of the woman in front of her, feeling the comfort of the other party gently patting her back softly, Tang Ling sobbed and nodded again and again, and promised to follow the woman away.

In the midst of a difficult situation, a little kindness will make people want to get closer.

The woman led Tang Ling downstairs.

The situation downstairs is even worse than upstairs.

Everywhere you look, corpses lying in pools of blood, cars overturning on flower beds on the side of the road, engulfing a patch of brightly blooming delicate flowers and green grass, fresh apples scattered on the ground, stained with filth, gradually rotting and stinking.

The smoke of gunpowder was pervasive, the smell of gasoline, blood, rancidity, and all kinds of smells were mixed and merged into a pungent smell that made people vomit.

The policeman in the blue police uniform is now buried in the body of a fallen passerby, struggling to concentrate on eating the food under his mouth, the vanished humanity has forgotten who he is, and the uniform that once protected civilians is now stained with the blood of civilians.

The people who are still walking on the streets have forgotten who they are.

Wars, regardless of the justifiable causes, are not allowed.

And here, it has become a battlefield for humans and zombies.

"Roar!"

The woman brandished her knife and slashed the zombie in front of her neatly, watching with indifference as its body was cut in half.

For these zombies approaching one after another, the woman was not merciful, and killed them with one blow ruthlessly.

She's amazing.

Tang Ling followed the woman's side, looking at the woman's ruthless appearance in surprise, with a hint of fear.

Quickly solved the obstacles around her, the woman no longer stayed in place, and pulled Tang Ling to run quickly towards a bus parked across the road.

Different from ordinary buses, the powerful car that was obviously modified was allowed to be slapped close by the zombies, and the next second it used a chainsaw that came out of nowhere to physically cut the zombies around it.

The overly bloody scene directly made Tang Ling's legs weak with fright, if it weren't for the support of a woman, she might have sat down on the ground directly.

The whole person was almost dragged, and the woman took Tang Ling into the car.

"Yo, Meng Ling, where did you save the little guy from?"

In the driver's seat, an uncle wearing sunglasses and a bearded raza had a cigarette in his mouth, shaking his legs, supporting his face with his hands, and said teasingly to the woman who had just gotten into the car.

"Windfall."

The woman, that is, Meng Ling, she ignored the interest in the uncle's eyes, the smell of smoke lingering in the carriage made her frown, Meng Ling stared at the uncle fiercely, and threatened: "Zhao Qingsong, if you don't pinch this cigarette for me now, you don't want to see this thing in the future." ”

"Don't don't, I'll pinch me."

Zhao Qingsong hurriedly threw away the cigarette in his mouth and stepped on the ground, and smiled flatteringly at Meng Ling, but the eyes behind the sunglasses did not have a trace of fear, but were full of pride.

Seeing that Meng Ling no longer cared about himself, Zhao Qingsong turned his gaze to Tang Ling, who was looking at him timidly behind her, he moved closer to Tang Ling, and his fingers flicked the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing those cloudy eyes, Zhao Qingsong looked at Tang Ling and was frightened by his sudden approach, he took a few steps back, he squinted his eyes, and grinned: "Hello, little guy, what's your name?" How old are you this year? ”

"I, my name is Tang Ling, and I'm nine years old this year."

Tang Ling shrank behind Meng Ling and looked at Zhao Qingsong in front of her vigilantly, she always felt a little uneasy about the kindness that the other party emanated towards her.

"Tang Ling...... It's a good name. ”

Zhao Qingsong looked at Tang Ling's eyes full of interest, the emotions in his eyes were fleeting, he put on his sunglasses again, sat back in his driving position, no longer paid attention to her, but said to Meng Ling: "Sit back to your seat, we are already much later than planned." ”

Meng Ling didn't say anything more, and led Tang Ling towards the inside of the carriage.

Tang Ling realized that there were many children about the same age as her in the carriage, who were huddled in the corner and quietly looked at her.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, Tang Ling was a little scared, and she grabbed the corner of Meng Ling's clothes again.

"Don't be afraid."

Meng Ling led Tang Ling to a corner and sat down, she touched Tang Ling's head, and said softly: "These children are just like you, don't be afraid, can you get along with them?" ”

After that, Meng Ling didn't care about Tang Ling's reaction, returned to the co-pilot's seat, and said to Zhao Qingsong, "Let's go." ”

The car was started, and the lights in the compartment lit up, flashing and flashing, illuminating everyone's faces.

The surrounding children also retracted their look at Tang Ling, and all of them sat in their seats, their heads bowed, silent, all of them had undried tears on their faces, and some had closed their eyes tiredly, frowning and falling asleep.

The drastic changes are enough to break down an adult, let alone these half-grown children.

"What's your name?"

After a while, the little girl sitting next to her looked at Tang Ling and asked in a low voice.

"Tang Ling, what about you?"

Tang Ling looked at this little girl who was about the same age as herself, wearing a well-behaved and lovely princess dress, the ball head tied on her head was about to fall off, her whole body was covered with filth, and her immature face was still full of horror and sadness.

"Zhang Chunying."

Zhang Chunying pursed her lips, gently grabbed Tang Ling's hand, and whispered, "I'm so scared." ”

Tang Ling held Zhang Chunying's hand back, and for this girl who looked weaker than her, a desire for protection suddenly rose in her heart, and this strange desire made her impetuous mood slowly calm down.

Tang Ling stretched out her other hand and touched Zhang Chunying's head, learning Qiu Yanling's former tone, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

"I, I miss Mom and Dad so much."

After receiving Tang Ling's comfort and care for her, Zhang Chunying's dried tears gathered in her eyes again, and the tears of Dou Da Jing once again hung on her face.

"Don't cry, don't cry, woo......"

Tang Ling, who originally wanted to comfort the girl for a few words, looked at this child of the same age as herself crying and screaming about her parents, she remembered Qiu Yanling's death again, and her sadness gradually turned into tears, and she rushed to her eyes.

Then, the surrounding children were infected by Tang Ling and Zhang Chunying's sadness, one by one, their dry eyes were soaked with tears again, and finally a loud cry resounded throughout the carriage.