Lazy people raise corpses in the last days

"Hughes, are you okay?" Wilson asked after glancing in the rearview mirror while driving.

"He's not good, he was shot three times!" Helen said angrily, "And me! If I hadn't blocked it with my hand, I would have been disfigured! You ran away immediately."

"Where's Maurice?" Wilson suddenly thought of Maurice who had been silent since getting in the car, and asked immediately.

"I'm fine." Maurice said sullenly, with his head buried in his knees.

The car moved on, and Helen treated the wound briefly for Hughes, and began to talk about her own thoughts: "I think those people must have kept zombies, and they used the identity of this couple to attract people and then put them down to cut their flesh - they are crazy. Is it? Everyone has become a zombie, no matter how close you were before, you can't compare with a living person?!"

"This is what I don't understand." Wilson lit a cigarette and sucked it in his mouth: "We can escape. Didn't there be one or two people who went to the base before?" Did you escape? As long as someone reports the report, this community will not end well."

Suddenly Wilson stopped the car, turned to Morris and said, "There is a store over there, go there and see if there is anything left for us to celebrate escaping from that ghost place."

Maurice was reluctant, but since he was the only one who didn't suffer at all because of his good luck, he did it anyway.

There were no zombies in the store, but there were still some drinks and snacks left. Morris collected them together and put them in a big bag, and walked out the door to wave to the car parked in the distance.

Wilson whistled, restarted the car and drove forward.

A few seconds later, the car exploded with flames and loud bangs.

Maurice watched dumbfounded as Wilson rushed to him from the flames, and the others fell silent after screaming.

After a while, Maurice remembered to check on Wilson's situation.

Wilson's reaction was quick, and the teleportation was not fake. He only suffered some minor injuries in the explosion, but he couldn't recover mentally for a while.

Maurice walked to the car with the bag of things in his arms.The car is still burning, but everything that needs to be blown up is blown up.The modified car is extremely strong. The advantage is that it is difficult to threaten the people inside when the zombies attack. The disadvantage is that the people inside are not easy to fly out when the explosion occurs, and the death is more thorough.

The thin and tall Hughes was thrown more than one meter away from the car, while Helen was hung on the wreckage of the car. The death of the two people was quite tragic.

Wilson came over, took a closer look, and said, "I think this is the handiwork of a certain base. There are a few guns in the ordinary community. Where did this come from... Tsk, I'm not engaged in military industry." It's just a kind of bomb anyway, and it will explode if you leave a certain distance."

The two stood by the car for a while, and Wilson asked, "Are you afraid?"

Morris shook his head. How could this kind of explosion compare to a group of zombies eating people? Compared with those who were surrounded by zombies and gnawed to death, the two corpses were still peaceful except for being charred.

Wilson said: "Then you stay here, you'd better hide, I'll go find a car."

Maurice nodded, and consciously gave him his penis. Wilson took it with a smile and left.

After waiting for a long time, Morris saw that the fire was extinguished, so he went to the store to get two picnic cloths, intending to collect the bodies of the two friends who were killed in the bombing, and put them directly when Wilson came. to the back seat or trunk.

Maurice didn't know if this method of death would turn them into zombies, but he wasn't afraid even if it changed, because Wilson would definitely blow their heads and throw them out of the car.

Speaking of which, Helen's head seems to be very tattered, and she probably won't come back to life?

Suddenly, Maurice found a small ball shining in the sun in Helen's head, whether it was blown open or something on the car.

Maurice hesitated for a moment, but still held back his nausea and dug out the small ball, wiped it on the edge of the picnic cloth, and observed it in the palm of his hand.

It's the size of a mung bean. It's not very pretty, but it's smooth and reflective. It's dug out of a human brain, and Gorno should like it.

So Morris put it in his trouser pocket, continued to sort out the remains of the two, and finally wrapped them in a picnic cloth and placed them on the side of the road.

Having seen life and death, he felt that he had changed a lot, at least before, it was impossible for him to treat the corpses of people he knew so calmly and patiently.

A few zombies passed by in the distance, and the sky was getting dark, but Wilson still didn't come back.