Star Trek

ide - the source of infection? "

"Yes." Kirk nodded, thinking of the dead bodies of his brother and stepfather, and realizing with some horror that he had become numb to such memories.

"It's been a month, and you've come from Riverside, and you haven't been infected." McCoy frowned at him for a moment, shaking his head. "That's amazing, lad."

Before Kirk could thank him for the compliment, a sharp pain nearly knocked him out: McCoy poured half a bottle of wine on his wound. Kirk grinned in pain, his eyebrows were on the verge of raising his eyebrows, but McCoy shrugged, turned around and took out a new roll of bandages from the tray: "The antiseptic solution is too precious, we must use it wisely, and we can only use this instead. Rest assured, the concentration is sufficient, and I have tested it many times, and no one died from alcohol infection."

many times. Kirk caught this message, turned his head and looked around, there were indeed quite a few people around, lying on their backs, sleeping in a daze, their faces pale, not much better than the walking dead outside.This base is a simple underground air-raid shelter, and the entrance is hidden in the intricate sewer pipes (Sulu almost fainted him when they brought him in just now), so he was not discovered.

No matter how simple it is, it is a safe place to live and live. Kirk sighs, he won't be here long anyway.Once the wound is healed enough to move, and he has recovered some weapons, he will continue north until San Francisco, where he can find General Pike, and all will be settled.

At least in his vision, the future should be like this.

But reality is reality.

"Son, I don't care what you're thinking," McCoy is obviously a well-read and experienced doctor, he narrowed his eyes, "Don't think about making any big moves in a month, your injury will take at least two months It'll be fine." He took the clean clothes and towel Chekov found and handed them to Kirk, "Clean yourself up. Just a centimeter to the right is the main artery. You're really lucky, Jim."

"I know." Kirk curled his lips, lowered his eyes and began to wipe the blood off his body.His brother and stepfather had died of the infection, his mother was missing, he was the orphan of the Kirk family, and even... maybe the only living person in Riverside left.

He has lived in the quiet small town for more than 20 years, and the neighbors know each other.There are large and beautiful fields, the wind blows the wheat waves during the day, and at night there will be a bonfire party. Young guys and girls hold hands and sing and dance around, and the firelight shines on their beautiful young faces.

In just 20 days, it became a dead city.

72. 【Spirk】Storm Gate

"So..." the boy lowered his voice, as if to say a secret, "They're like zombies now, aren't they? The kind in old movies, you know, doomsday virus or something."

It would be great if it was really the end, Kirk wanted to sigh, but seeing Chekov's eyes, he suppressed the impulse: "This virus attack is only directed towards the alliance. My liaison soldiers got the news that this virus is a race It was intentional — maybe a provocation to the alliance, or retaliation."

It is not known which race it was. After his young comrade was infected in the car, he opened the car door and jumped off the cliff in order not to hurt them.

"Is there no vaccine for the cure? Antidote...something?"

"It's been a month, and there's been no progress. There are several formulas, which were really effective at the beginning, but they were all reversed in the end, which is even crazier than the original infection. Now no one dares to test it on people casually."

"Damnit, don't look at me, I'm a doctor who treats diseases, not scientific research."

"Don't worry, there will always be someone working hard for this."

Their rustling voices subsided, and they fell into a brief silence.A month is almost the blink of an eye in peacetime, but not in wartime, and it means more people are dying every second.But now it is more cruel than war - they have no real hostile opponents, and all those who need to kill and want to kill them are former compatriots.The group of walking dead outside who don't need to rest and sleep, only know crazy bloodthirsty, maybe as Chekov said, they are no different from the zombies in those movies.

There are about six to seventy people in the base, most of whom are residents of this unknown town like McCoy, and there are also some lucky exiles like Kirk, Sulu, and Chekov. Although Dr. McCoy is a bit irritable, he is highly skilled in medicine and respected by others, so he called on everyone to build such a simple shelter that can keep warm and rainproof.

Everyone doesn't know where tomorrow is, but it's always good to live a little longer.And Kirk thought maybe, just maybe, he could stay here a little longer before he was able to leave for San Francisco.

McCoy got a phone call this morning, and then his face began to look cloudy. Kirk was a little dazed, wondering whether the doctor was happy or negative about the news he got on the phone.

Kirk hit it off with him and got to know each other a lot in the past four or five days. He knew that he had a wife and daughter who had been divorced for some years; At 11, the chances of surviving the circumstances are too slim, and McCoy just wants her to rest in peace.He didn't want the tragedy of his wife and daughter to happen to others, that's why he tried his best to treat everyone who was injured but not infected.

Half of the people in the base are old, weak, sick, and disabled, while the other half are strong young people like Sulu—they run the fastest, have the strongest strength, and their hope of surviving is far higher than others.But they have more or less lost some of their loved ones in this virus infection, so they gather here to protect others who met by chance.

Kirk secretly asked Sulu when McCoy was returning to see others. The taciturn Asian young man always gave people a reliable feeling. Sulu was cleaning his family heirloom Japanese pens when he heard Kirk's questioning: "Commander is back... I guess."

"commander?"

"That's right. He's the commander of our base, and he and Dr. McCoy were the ones who got us all together in the first place and brought back new survivors. He's been to Shi'Kahr these days, and there's people working on a vaccine over there. Something. Today is probably the return date."

"Shi'Kahr?" Kirk repeated the place name, "The famous scientific research city? I heard that there are still many places in them that are not infected, so they are isolated." He questioned, "Your commander actually has Permission to enter?"

"He did." Sulu shrugged. "He was kind of weird, but powerful. We all respected him, he was a real fighter."

Kirk thought he was too.So he became curious about this commander.

When someone came to the base in the evening, Kirk was playing with a child with his back to the entrance.The child had lost a leg and had injured his vocal cords from screaming and could not speak for maybe two or three months.He had bright brown eyes, liked Kirk, and Kirk enjoyed his company.

"Commander! — Commander is back!"

I don't know who screamed, and then there was a commotion in the base-the happy kind.Everyone was smiling, and Kirk had never seen such a happy expression with them before.Some small children ran towards the entrance and immediately clung to the commander. Kirk was amazed at how popular this person was, and the child in front of him obviously wanted to get closer, but he only had one leg, so he could only sit there and watch eagerly, full of longing.

"You all like him that much?" Kirk asked, raising an eyebrow.

The child nodded vigorously.

Well, let me meet what kind of character this is. Kirk patted the ashes on his hands and got up from the ground, turned around and walked towards the person against the light: "Hi, I heard you—"

He leaned over and even stretched out his hand, but his whole body froze when he could clearly see the face of the person coming.

……Hold.

He trembled, and fought to control his trembling.

He doesn't believe it.

That person is—is——

"Do you think we can escape?"

The blond-haired boy looked out the window, wishing he could get out of this hellish concentration camp and go outside. He saw birds, forests and seas in the outside world from the old picture book.

"No, we can't do it, Jim. Stop making assumptions about escape."

The dark-haired boy leaned on the hard bed and read an obscure book.

"Okay." He pouted, lying back on his bed and staring at the ceiling unhappily.After a while, he turned his head and looked at the boy opposite, "Will you leave me, Spock?"

"No, I won't," the boy named Spock replied.

"Promise?" The blond boy turned over and lay on the pillow, looking at him sideways with a smile.

"I promise." Another solemnly said.

How many years had it been since he had seen Spock?ten years? 15 years?He doesn't remember.How long has he known Spock