Hank doesn't want to find the truth, but now, he must kill all the zombies in front of him!

The reason is also very simple, if he doesn't clean up these zombies, how can he drive the car out?

Although he did not find his motorcycle, nor did he find a base, he found a better means of transportation.

Without the barrier of the dense forest, Hank, who is armed with a big axe, is like a god of war, and in the crowd of corpses, an axe sweeps past a large number of zombies.

In less than half an hour, none of the zombies surrounding the vehicles on the highway could stand up.

Click~

A foot covered in scales and sharp claws crushed the head of a howling zombie.

Hank suddenly felt a lightness in his head.

All the movable and calling zombies around him have been dealt with by him.

And then, it's time to look at his loot.

But before that, he should have his stomach full.

Hank walked towards the modified bus, the seats inside had been removed and supplies were stored.

Hank, on the other hand, was not polite, picked up the food and feasted on it.

Before Hank could take a few bites, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a strange movement.

It seemed to be the sound of something colliding.

Hank walked towards the other bus.

Inside the bus, there were zombie stumps everywhere, thick blood was covered with the bottom of the bus, and Hank walked on it and made a popping sound.

Hank's gaze shifted from side to side, and finally settled on an iron box inside the car.

The boxes were locked, and there were cans scattered around them.

Even without opening the box, Hank knew what was inside.

Alone.

A living person!

He heard the sound of a heartbeat coming from inside the box.

And it's a rather rapid heartbeat.

It seems that Hank's fight with the zombies scared him.

And as Hank approached, the heartbeat of the people inside became more rapid.

Hank was a little suspicious that the man's heart would jump straight out of his chest like this.

Hank didn't continue to approach the box, he was no different from a monster now, and he was no longer suitable for normal human contact.

Hank's eyes were complicated, he walked over to the iron box, stretched out his claws to break the lock, and then turned and left.

Hank didn't plan to take this person with him, the zombies around him had been cleaned up and were very safe, plus the supplies on the vehicle were enough for him to use for a long time.

At least it's much safer than following him.

Stepping off the bus, Hank came to a relatively intact sedan.

All the glass on the car was broken, or the glass of all the cars around it was not spared.

Hank didn't care about any of that.

The inside of the car is not too dirty.

Except for the blood spilled by the gnawing of the people inside when they encountered the zombies, the others were not too dirty.

At least it's much cleaner than the outside.

Hank thought silently as he looked at the layer of blood under his feet.

The car key was still stuck in the keyhole, and Hank tried it, and it was still on fire.

So Hank put the big axe in the back seat, sat in the driver's seat, and prepared to drive the car away.

"Wait... Please··· Take me with you. ”

No sooner had the vehicle started than a voice came from behind it.

It wasn't until this time that Hank realized that inside the iron box was actually a little girl.

Although Hank didn't look back, he could tell from the hoarse voice that it was a little girl, and she shouldn't be very old.

The moment the voice sounded, Hank pulled on the tattered hood with the fastest hand speed in his life.

Now, Hank is wearing a torn jacket on his upper body and jeans with holes on his lower body.

Other than that, there are not even shoes.

Or that there was originally, but it was broken by his big feet.

"The supplies in the car are enough for you to live for a long time, don't follow me."

Hank's ugly voice came out of his throat.

In times of peace, I don't know how many children can cry with this sound alone, and even adults feel scared when they hear it.

And the little girl who had the courage to climb out of the box and get off the bus also shivered fiercely.

"I... I'm afraid of being alone, please don't leave me. ”

The little girl spoke to Hank almost in a pleading tone.

Although the little girl is very young, she may even be in elementary school.

But it was at this age that she witnessed the outbreak of zombies.

I saw the scene of zombies eating humans, and I also saw the scene of humans hunting zombies.

She had a burden she shouldn't have at her age.

The same is true for her, she is also maturing rapidly.

She knew that if she was the only one left, she would not be able to survive this apocalypse.

And Hank's appearance is like a life-saving straw, and she must hold on tightly.

She didn't even think about what kind of person Hank really was, and what his future fate would be.

But she didn't have time to think.

As it turned out, she left the box and didn't choose to continue evading.

Because if she had been one step too late, Hank would have already left.

“······ You won't want to follow me, I swear. ”

The little girl's pleading voice made Hank feel a little soft-hearted.

Before the end broke out, he was just an ordinary person, and even after the baptism of the end times, he could not sit idly by and watch a child die.

If the little girl behind her was a little older, he would just leave and wouldn't talk nonsense with her at all.

However, at such a young age, it is difficult for Hank to guarantee that this little girl will survive even if she has enough supplies.

However, following yourself seems to be even more dangerous.

Thinking of this, Hank didn't hesitate any longer, fired again, and started the vehicle.

"Wait, please, don't leave me."

Seeing the car moving slowly, the little girl's voice trembled even more, and she ran towards the car, as if trying to catch up with Hank.

But the blood-strewn ground was so slippery that the little girl had barely run two steps before she fell to the ground.

The little girl who fell to the ground didn't bother with her aching elbow, but looked up at the vehicle that was moving away.

Her eyes, like the headlights of a car fading away, gradually went out, losing all their highlights.

Having lost her home and her mother, at this moment, the little girl only felt that she was the only one left in the world, and everyone abandoned her.

A tear slowly flowed from the corner of the little girl's eye.

She got up from the ground, her eyes blank on her bloodied arms.

I don't know if this blood is from the zombies on the ground, or if it has its own.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

She wanted to go back to the bus and see if she could find the pieces of her mother's body and see if she could put them together.

It was the only thing she could do.