In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

(二九五四 六二三 一三)

A huge number of refugees were walking on the streets of the abandoned city, and it was so dark that they could hardly be seen.

They headed towards the war gardens closest to No. 5918 War Gardens, hoping that the owners there would give them a place to stay.

Due to the excessive number of refugees generated in War Garden No. 5918, the number of spiritual plant warriors who survived the battle was too small.

Therefore, the third-line shooters who led the escort of civilians decided to divide the few manpower and civilians into several batches and evacuate from different directions.

This will not only ensure the safety of each team, but also provide more destinations to choose from.

The civilians in War Garden No. 5918 had to leave their homes and go to other war gardens with their luggage on their backs.

They don't know whether other war gardens will accept them, nor do they know what difficulties and obstacles they will encounter on the long journey.

The old people used crutches and struggled to move forward with their hobbled steps. Every step they took, they had to stop and take a few breaths to prevent their bodies from being overwhelmed.

Women hold or lead their children and walk quickly, fearing that if they fall behind, they will be abandoned by the team.

Young people and middle-aged people who still have some strength to spare, under the escort of the spirit-planting warriors, use discarded steel pipes or picked-up wooden sticks as weapons to protect the weak, old, weak, women and children in the center.

Losing their homes made the civilians of Zhiling have confusion in their eyes and their expressions were haggard.

At the same time, they lost their trusted leader and became helpless.

"How's it going, Commander?"

The third-line shooter with a tired look quickly came to a Sunflower young man, walked side by side with him, and asked in a low voice.

"It's not optimistic. We don't have a clear destination, and the civilians' physical strength is limited. I don't know how many people can survive.

Even War Garden No. 5918, which is the closest to War Garden No. 5919, is dozens of kilometers away.

Along the way, we will inevitably encounter wandering low-level undead and other threats. "

Himawari sighed heavily, a gust of wind blowing through his blond hair, and his bangs hid the commander's tired look.

"I understand. If there is really no other way, we can only abandon some civilians who can't keep up with the team."

The third-line shooter turned his head to look at the team. He looked at the lifeless civilians. He seemed to want to say something to boost morale, but when the words came to his lips, he could never say them out.

The spirit-planting warrior saw his younger brother. The injured peashooter lay silently on a stretcher, being carried by two civilians who still had some strength left.

The boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old. The pants on his left leg were already empty, and the simple bandage had already been stained red with blood.

Another brother of the third-line shooter, a double-shooter, volunteered to stay behind with the owner of the house for their safe evacuation. It was probably a disaster.

Sunflower greeted the team to move forward, and then heard scattered gunshots from behind the team, followed closely by the wails and screams of the civilians.

The entire team of refugees instantly became chaotic, and the spirit plants behind them kept crowding forward like crazy.

Sunflower walking in front immediately reacted and began to try his best to maintain order, but soon his insignificant voice was drowned in the crowd.

There are also two spiritual plant warriors responsible for the postponement, namely Cabbage Pitcher and Cactus. Could there be an accident?

The third-line shooter's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He took off the three-barreled shotgun on his back without hesitation, squeezed through the crowded crowd, and rushed towards the end of the team.

Several unlucky civilians were thrown to the ground by ordinary zombies who appeared out of nowhere. Their flesh and blood were torn off mercilessly by the opponent, and then stuffed into their mouths to chew.

The plant spirits howled in pain and resisted desperately, but soon became completely silent and allowed the low-level undead to eat their flesh.

As for the two spiritual plant warriors responsible for the retardation, the Cabbage Pitcher among them was besieged by three roadblock zombies and was instantly killed by the zombies.

The cactus was nowhere to be seen, and he could not be found in the chaotic streets.

There are more low-level undead chasing the refugee team. They are like devils urging their lives, frantically chasing the living food ahead.

Seeing his comrades dying in battle, the third-line shooter felt a burst of grief and anger. He raised the shotgun in his hand without hesitation and pulled the trigger at the chasing low-level undead.

"Die! Die to me!"

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of shotguns continued to sound, knocking ordinary zombies to the ground, but the sound of gunfire also attracted more low-level undead, and their number was increasing.

"Ahhh! Die to me! Die to me!"

The third-line shooter became red-eyed and pulled the trigger in his hand desperately. Until the bullet was empty, he seemed to be stunned and kept repeating the shooting action.

But precisely because of this, several roadblock zombies successfully knocked the crazy spiritual plant warrior to the ground.

The sharp claws pierced his body, and the bone-chilling pain made the third-line shooter recover from his daze.

But he was unable to resist at this moment, and more and more low-level undead were surrounding him, until the third-line shooters were completely covered.

Without enough time to say his last words, the third-line shooter could only let out a painful cry, warning the civilians behind him to run away.

He was torn into pieces almost instantly. The unsatisfied corpses turned their attention and once again pursued the fleeing civilians in the distance.

"For the sake of the Lord of the Burning Sun, please show mercy!"

An old man made a miserable cry in an old voice. He was crowded by densely packed refugees and could not move forward.

Behind them, the low-level undead roared excitedly, getting closer and closer.

The old man's expression was one of despair and resignation, until his head was pierced by the claws of an ordinary zombie, and the blessing he expected from the Lord of the Burning Sun failed to come.

The group of corpses fell into complete excitement and madness, and began a bloody killing.

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In the small underground clinic, a very weak light lit up a corner of the room.

The blond girl wearing white clothes and looking a little tired looked at the homeless man who had just woken up in the hospital bed, and said softly: "Are you awake?"

"You...saved me...Dr. Angela...Should I...say thank you?"

The homeless man on the hospital bed spoke intermittently, his eyes full of gratitude.

"You're welcome, I just...did what I should do, and have a good rest."

With a slight hesitation in her tone, the girl named Angela gave the patient a few words, then put down the bed curtain and turned to leave.

"Dr. Angela, how is my friend..."

Outside the ward, a homeless man looked anxious. When he saw the blonde girl walking out of the clinic, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Angela looked at the ragged homeless man in front of her and said slowly: "It was delivered in time and my life was saved. But if there is not enough medicine, I can only resign myself to fate."

"Thank you, thank you, Dr. Angela, you are such a good person. I'm afraid we can't do this gathering place without you."

The homeless man was about to shake hands with the doctor, but when he saw the dirt on his hands, he smiled sheepishly, wiped his hands on his clothes, and put them behind his back.

"Don't disturb him."

Angela didn't pay attention to his actions and pointed to the ward behind her.

"Understood, I understand."

The wanderer nodded vigorously, and then left the clinic. He had to collect enough medicine to treat his friend.

"Are the most basic medicines not enough?"

After rummaging through the medicine cabinet in the clinic, Angela's expression became solemn. She sighed silently and picked up a black cloak hanging in the corner of the clinic.

The blonde girl's body instantly shrank, and a cute blonde loli appeared in the clinic instead.

Wrapping herself tightly, Angela took a few World Points hidden in the medical box and quickly walked out of the underground clinic.

This is a bomb shelter in Abandoned City No. 59, which has now become a gathering place for homeless people.

Many homeless people gathered here and gradually built it into a decent place. The air-raid shelter was quite large, but it was already overcrowded.

Slender homeless people can be seen everywhere, huddled or living in dark corners. They build houses or shacks out of various discarded materials and survive in this depressing air-raid shelter.

The air is filled with a putrid smell, the sewage on the ground is soaked with garbage, and from time to time you can hear the cries of rats.

Walking hurriedly through the crowd, Angela stopped in a dark corner. This is the entrance to the gathering place market, where wanderers are often trading.

Just as she was about to enter, she heard several wanderers whispering around her:

"Have you heard? Another wave of refugees has arrived at the gathering place."

"Oh, which war garden is it from this time?"

"When I think about it, it seems to be War Garden No. 5918."

"Has another war garden fallen?"

"Hey, this world is like this, when will it get better?"