The roars, wails, curses, and the sound of flesh being eaten rang in my ears one after another, and it never stopped.

Among them is her mother.

She will never forget her mother's tears in the garden and her rough stuffing into the box, and yelling at her not to come out, not to make any movement, to live well!

However, the car that had been invaded was very chaotic, and at that time, her mother couldn't think too much about it, and after locking the box again, she even subconsciously locked the box.

Maybe it's safer.

But he was bitten by zombies, turned into zombies, and starved to death in a small box.

It's hard to say which of the two ends is better.

Hank's strength is very great, and how big it is, you can know by looking at the broken corpses all over the ground.

Those cars are okay to say, Hank can kill the zombies by dragging them out and throwing them on the ground, so the inside of the car is relatively clean, after all, she is going to drive away from these cars, and she intends to control the cleanliness of the inside of the car.

But large vehicles are not necessarily, there are more zombies in them, and Hank is too lazy to pull out all the zombies inside, so he goes into the car to solve them.

Collette looked at the corpses that were strewn across the ground in the car, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Hearing the whole process of her mother's death, coupled with the zombies all around, Collette has lost the desire to live.

After all, she is still a child, and all this is still too big a shock for her.

And now, when he finds his mother's last body, this idea cannot be realized.

Forget it, let's end it like that.

Ignoring the blood splattering on her pant legs, Collette spilled over the severed remains and returned to the iron box where she had been locked, closing her eyes and locking herself in the cramped iron box.

A deep exhaustion welled up in Coolett's heart, because she was afraid of being heard by the zombies outside, Coolette didn't dare to make a little movement.

Even if there were still a lot of cans in the iron box, she didn't dare to open the cans to eat.

As a result, she hadn't eaten for a long time.

Curled up in the box, Colette gradually felt dizzy and dizzy, a sensation she was familiar with, the same feeling she had when she had a fever before.

In the past, when she had a fever, her mother would accompany her and only leave when she knew she was asleep, but now, there is no one around her.

In a trance, Collette had no idea how she fell asleep.

But she felt her body temperature getting higher and her head hurting.

Even in a coma, the headache still tormented her.

In the final moments of consciousness, she felt as if she had been carried out of the box.

Colette subconsciously rubbed her head against the chest of the person holding her, hard and warm.

This was the last feedback she received before she lost consciousness completely.

I don't know how long it took.

Colette snapped her eyes open.

"Wake up."

Rewind time.

As the car drove farther and farther, Hank became more and more irritable.

It could be because they didn't want to see the girl die alone, or it could be because they were more selfish.

He's too lonely, he just wants to be alone by his side, tell him that he's still human, he's not a monster!

But reason told him that he was a monster like this, and that was an indisputable fact, and he had no way to deny it.

But in the end, Hank still stepped on the brakes and twisted the steering wheel.

He went back because there wasn't enough food in the trunk, and yes, that bit of food wasn't enough for him to swallow in one gulp.

He'd have to go back and bring some more food, and by the way, yes, by the way, to see how the girl is doing.

But when I look back, I can see that there is a problem.

Perhaps the confused Collette just thinks she has a fever, but Hank can see that she is infected!

It won't be long before she turns into a zombie.

If he came a little later, maybe when he opened the box, a surprise would come to him.

Hank was silent, he didn't expect it to be like this.

Hank fixed his gaze on the wound on Collette's elbow, the blood had crusted over, but the virus had already invaded her body.

Hank's mind conjured up images of the little girl chasing the car and then falling to the ground and breaking her arm.

It was because of this that he was infected by touching the dirty blood all over the ground.

Hank thought that the little girl would die, but never thought that she would die in such a humiliating way.

At this moment, Hank even had the idea of killing her.

Maybe then she'll be able to die human, rather than a stinking loss.

That wouldn't be cute.

But Hank couldn't do anything.

Nowadays, not to mention the surrounding towns, even the chance of finding a living person other than him in the city is pitiful.

Now, the person he was holding in his arms might be the last person alive.

Let her die like this, how could he accept it!?

I don't know what Hank thinks, he slowly brought his wrist close to his mouth, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth and bit it down hard!

Tick~

Crimson blood flowed slowly, dripping from Hank's claws as gravity gathered.

Hank raised his hand to Collette's mouth, sensing the liquid flowing into his mouth, and Coolett, who hadn't eaten for a long time, swallowed subconsciously.

Hank washed the blood from Collette's arm again, wasting a precious bottle of water in the process.

After washing, he smeared his own blood on Collette's wound before he carried Collette into his car and placed her in the passenger seat.

Then the back seat of the car was stuffed with food, and even the roof was strapped to everything that could be used.

This makes the car look very bloated and ugly.

But Hank looked very satisfied.

No matter how ugly it looks, the shells inside are treasures.

So, Hank just left with Collette and the stuffed cart.

The trail of wheels stained with the blood of zombies stretched far, far away.

Until Collette came to his senses, Hank was very apprehensive.

He didn't know if his blood was really useful.

Although you can be immune to the zombie virus, this does not mean that people who drink their own blood are also immune to the zombie virus.

Moreover, it is difficult for him to guarantee what will happen to the person who drank his own blood.

Perhaps, she will become a monster like herself?

If that's the case, will she blame herself?

Blame yourself for turning her into a monster?

As a result, in the past few hours, Hank was very tormented, even the concentration of the car was not concentrated, and several times he almost crashed into the trees on both sides.