Syracuse, an infected community, Fourth Street.
"Miss Breeze, Miss Breeze! Please wait a moment!"
A young man carried a basket full of food, quickened his pace, and caught up with a woman with long flaxen hair who was walking in front.
"Jack, you should take a good rest now and wait until you are healthy before you can work."
The boy named Jack blushed slightly, and shyly raised the basket in his hand: "Sister Breeze, my mother asked me to bring this to you. She said you must need a lot of food on the road."
The woman with long flaxen hair was holding a long metal staff. She covered her mouth and chuckled: "It turns out that little Jack is already blushing."
His eyes fell on the food in the basket, brown bread, dry fruits, and one or two eggs. These would not make people appetite at all in a normal society, but in a community of infected people, they are extremely abundant. The food was gone.
Wei Feng shook his head and refused: "I have prepared a lot of food and water. I'll leave these to you. You are still growing and need more food. Also remember to take your medicine on time, listen to your mother more, and don't run around. "
Jack lowered his arms in despair and whispered, "Is Sister Breeze really going to leave?"
Breeze turned around, she walked slowly, and little Jack followed her.
"Yes, sister is going to a place with many doctors. I heard that they have a way to treat Originium disease. I have stayed here for a long time. It's time to say goodbye."
Breeze continued to move forward, not caring that the young man behind her had stopped where she was, watching her leaving figure.
When she passed by a small bar, a masked man in a dirty black uniform walked out quietly. They walked side by side. The infected people gathered on the roadside in front of them all got out of the way, as if they were in a hurry. Avoid some monsters.
"Mr. Undead, you are still the same as before, with light steps and no traces. If you were not a Sakaz, I would have thought you were a film."
Breeze chuckled.
The man named Undead is carrying an old rifle on his back. The butt is polished smooth and the barrel is covered with scars, making people doubt whether it can really shoot bullets. He is like a ball of air next to Breeze, and you can't feel him. The existence, just like his code name, is an illusory undead.
The undead's vocal cords seemed to have been severely injured, and his voice was hoarse, like a noise squeezed out of his throat: "Miss Breeze, after we finish the last journey, our bill will be settled, and I no longer owe you anything."
The wind blowing in the face raised the tips of the breeze, and her voice was light and a little joyful: "Yes, yes, Mr. Undead, I didn't forget, we are very close to Rhode Island now, thank you very much Support along the way, otherwise I would have fallen halfway."
The undead made no reply.
Breeze didn't stop talking: "Think about the first time we met. There is a word in the distant Yan Kingdom called fate. Do you believe in fate?"
"Do not believe."
Breeze was not surprised. She had not given up yet: "I have a fate with Rhode Island, and maybe you have a fate with Rhode Island too."
"No."
This is a stubborn person who cannot get into the oil and salt, a stone that is too cold to hold warm, but his shooting skills are surprisingly good. Even without a magnifying glass, he can destroy a high-energy stoneworm with one shot.
He abides by the rules and is meticulous in his work. He can still maintain his principles and stick to the bottom line in a chaotic environment like the infected community. His strong strength does not make him a bully. Breeze can't help but doubt his past identity.
The undead's black uniform looks very dirty. In fact, he painted most of the colors on it with spray paint later. Breeze noticed that there was a logo on his right arm. Unfortunately, the mark had been painted black by the undead, leaving only a little bit. A faint outline.
Breeze decided to make one last effort: "Well, Mr. Undead, even if you are infected, even if you have had some unspeakable experiences, you can be accepted at Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company. I sincerely hope that you can follow me." Join us together, your disease can only be treated by them, and my herbal medicine can only help you delay the disease."
The undead were silent. They left the infected community together and came to the hiding place where they came. There was the undead's transportation vehicle, a motorcycle that had been modified many times. It made a lot of noise when it was running and consumed surprisingly high energy. , but its value lies in its fast starting speed and excellent acceleration. The top speed is considered illegal in any mobile city, but it is the best choice for survival in the wilderness.
"Miss Breeze."
Breeze stopped checking her equipment and listened carefully. Every time the undead took the initiative to talk to her, there was something very important.
The undead put on goggles and hid his almost empty eyes. There was no emotion in his voice: "The final outcome of the infected is tragic death. This is a fact that no one can change, but There was once a person who could change everything, and he had the power to change the world, but in the end he was still a person. People cannot bear that kind of power. We harmed him, and I and we are all guilty."
He bit the word "guilty" very hard, and Breeze realized that what the undead said was inextricably linked to the past that he could not mention.
First of all, the person he is talking about is a man, and he and he in spoken language are completely different from it.
Secondly, when they first met, the man's physical condition was so bad that he could collapse at the slightest breeze. The multiple wounds on his body were only treated with simple emergency techniques and did not receive systematic treatment, so that he almost died. Falling into a point of no return.
This is also the reason why Breeze can restrain the undead with medicine money. It took her a lot of efforts to bring him back from the gate of hell. Many of them are because the undead themselves have extremely strong physical fitness. It costs a lot of money, and the undead is a stickler for rules. The person agreed to Wei Feng’s request to replace the medicine fee with an employment contract.
"For some reason, because of you, another person fell into a very sad ending, so is this the reason why you have always been obsessed with it?"
Breeze wrote down everything the undead said. Even if he was unwilling to join Rhode Island in the end, at least there were people in this world who remembered his existence.
She has seen too many infected people, named and unnamed, swallowed up by this ferocious land and turned into dust in the era.
A doctor and a gunman traveled all the way from the border between Ursus and Syracuse deep into the hinterland of Syracuse. Their ultimate goal was to stop here at the outpost of the Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company...
Breeze, who was sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, lowered her head. The wind blew her long flaxen hair, which glowed beautifully in the sun. The flying hair tips passed by the cold rider. The outline of a land speeder in front of her was in the mist. In the middle is looming.
