The body remained intact, showing no signs of resistance.
But on the face that was already somewhat rotten, one could vaguely see the despair of the deceased before his death.
It was a mother and child, the mother holding the child.
In his arms, the little boy's round eyeballs were dull, and in his slightly open mouth, maggots were crawling in and out, twisting from time to time and falling to the ground from the mouth.
The bullet hole on his forehead was like another eye in the black hole, looking at the ceiling.
A single body was left, sitting on its back in front of the broadcast console, with a 96 pistol dropped at its feet.
Three bullet casings correspond to three bullet holes.
On the radio station in front of the corpse, you can see a large number of buttons that have been twisted randomly. It can be seen that the man seemed to be trying to contact the outside world before he was alive.
"He committed suicide... committed suicide?"
After walking to the chair, Chu An picked up the pistol on the ground with an indifferent expression.
"Click"
The gun is loaded, but out of bullets.
Pull out the magazine. In the empty magazine, the spring used for loading shows a faint trace of rust.
"Only three shots...no..."
Out of the corner of his eye, a dim brass color burst into view in the gap below the broadcasting station.
"Four shots...will one shot fail?"
Holding the gun body, Chu An raised his hand and casually aimed at the two corpses behind him, as if recreating the scene at that time.
"Shooting...with intervals...without dodging..."
The first person to die should be the woman, followed by the child.
When the second shot was fired, the shooter obviously struggled for a long time before firing the shot.
Whispering to himself.
As he spoke, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes.
Just when he was about to press the button on the video tape in his left hand, Chu An suddenly frowned:
"Has the interference deepened...the illusion..."
"coming.."
headache.
The continuously looping broadcast sounded for the 10th time, and like a curse, it rapidly expanded in my mind.
In an instant, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He froze in place, his eyes blank.
...
"Old Chen, there is nothing to eat...there is only half a bag of biscuits here."
Holding a bag of "delicious food" in her hand, the woman cried and cried.
In the broadcast room, she was holding her child, with wet tears on her face.
Limping, moving filing cabinets and pushing iron shelves.
The middle-aged man known as Lao Chen piled heavy objects to the door in a panic, and then looked at the iron door that was being hit like a headless fly.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
That was the zombie outside the door who kept banging his head against the door.
The deformed iron door seemed to be knocked open in the next second.
After escaping from the family area of the military area, he originally thought about driving to find the main force, after all, the military area was nearby.
But unexpectedly, when he met the troops on the road, he saw a mutant more than three meters tall massacring the troops.
The screams and explosions echoed in my mind.
In a panic, he was so frightened that he rushed to the nearest radio station with his wife.
He was so scared that he hit the railing.
Misfortune never comes singly, the off-road vehicle has crashed, and outside the station there are a large number of zombies who came after hearing the sound.
They were now surrounded, and they only had a pistol in their hands.
This seemingly safe radio station has actually become their coffin.
Still in shock, the man supported his wife, took a deep breath, and showed an ugly smile.
"fine.."
"Someone will definitely come to save us...for sure."
"The military area is nearby, it won't take long."
While comforting him, he trembled with his right hand, trying to reach for the cigarettes in his pants pocket.
After flipping through it, he looked at the few cigarettes left in the crumpled cigarette box and hesitated for a moment.
Forget it, I don’t know how long I will hold on.
Will anyone really come to save us...
Panic, helplessness.
He doesn't understand what happened to the entire world, just like most of the survivors in this world when the apocalypse breaks out.
People only heard the brutal declaration of the start of the game, and then the nightmare descended.
Flashing back, he felt despair in his heart when he thought of the giant monster that rushed into the army and slaughtered them.
"Zi-Zi"
The radio sounded:
"Please all survivors stay safe indoors and be careful of the fog! Don't look out the window!"
"Please don't go out!"
...
the next day.
Black and white alternated, and the man huddled in front of the iron door to guard was awakened by a banging on the door.
He was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him. He was relieved when he found that the iron door was blocked tightly.
Looking back, my wife and child were sleeping soundly on their sides. They were so tired.
The radio station has been reinforced for a whole day, and this is their only hiding place.
I don’t know...what’s going on outside.
Licking his chapped lips, he felt his throat was on fire.
So thirsty...
The radio continued to send warning messages, which said that if you inhale too much mist, you will go crazy, and you may even turn into a zombie.
Frightened, he blocked all the doors and windows overnight.
Dry heat, dirty air.
Fortunately, the radio station rang in the middle of the night, and it seemed that troops were coming to rescue...
...........
The third day.
"Xixi-soso"
Like a knife cutting, the man carefully aimed at the water bottle and peeed out the last drop of dark yellow urine.
After shaking the bottle in his hand twice, the pungent smell of urine made him feel dizzy.
Licking his lips, he saw the throbbing in his wife's throat.
After not drinking water for three days, the two of them only ate half a biscuit, and the woman sucked the remaining piece into her mouth and gave it to the child.
This half bottle of "water" is their last reserve.
He learned this trick in radio.
The other party has been sending warnings and a lot of rescue knowledge.
As his only connection with the outside world, he trusted the voice on the radio.
However, no matter how he sent the message, he could not contact the other party, it was like a one-way communication.
Passing the water bottle to his wife, the man smiled bitterly:
"They will come, they will save us."
"I heard the sound of shells exploding in the distance..."
.....
Day five.
Looking at the child who was unable to move in his arms, the man stared blankly at the ceiling.
The child had blood coming out of his mouth and was so hungry that he couldn't make a sound.
Desperation spreads.
If it weren't for the real-time notification of the rescue team's movements on the radio, they were approaching them little by little.
Otherwise, the tremendous pressure and coercion would almost drive him crazy.
"Survivors near the military area, please stay inside, please don't go out!"
"Zi-Zi"
The radio appeared, and in a daze, the man seemed to hear intensive gunshots ringing in the distance.
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