After hibernation [ABO]

what is this?

When he saw the coffin-sized frozen instrument, Amber's Caucasian face was vividly painted with puzzlement and shock—what shocked him was not how much the frozen instrument looked like Snow White's crystal coffin, but rather It's the boy lying in the instrument.

The boy's age is not very old, he seems to have just grown up, his black hair grows randomly like seaweed, he is white and clean, his facial features are soft, there is a small bead on his upper lip, but his complexion is not very good, he is as pale as a man dead.

Contrary to myself, this boy is a proper oriental, and he is also a good-looking oriental.

Perhaps it is the attraction between the same kind, Amber can feel that the boy is also an Omega.

Amber licked his teeth, and the sound of cracking bricks outside the room reached his ears, and the surrounding walls were also shaking because of the turmoil, making them precarious.

It looks like he won't be able to hide here for long.

Leaning against the wall, he stared at the boy in the instrument and fell into thought. After a few seconds, he resolutely decided to turn on the instrument - he saw the boy's chest rising and falling, at least he was sure that he was not dead.

Although Amber inherited his mother's Western appearance, his family has been soldiers for generations, including himself from the army. We must not leave out ordinary people who still have signs of life in dangerous buildings, let him suffer from the pain of being crushed by bricks and tiles, or make him suffer. He was devoured by mutants.

With this in mind, Amber pulled his long blond curly hair behind his head, rolled his palms into a ponytail, and then began to perform a series of operations on several buttons of the instrument—he didn’t know which button to use, Can only press indiscriminately.

He probably pressed it correctly, the instrument responded, and the "transparent coffin lid" rose fifteen degrees, and wisps of cold air and grapefruit-flavored pheromone wafted out from it.

Amber was ready. He picked up a steel pipe from the messy room, stuffed it into the crack, and tried his best to pry the side of the coffin. Not much prying, the cold air in the freezing instrument floated out, making people shiver. .

About ten centimeters were pried open, the distance touched the instrument, and the cover began to rise automatically. As the cover was opened wider, the cold air and pheromones that had gathered in the sealed space rushed to escape, like fireworks that exploded and scattered everywhere. .

Amber still couldn't help cursing, but before he had time to say more, a few abnormal footsteps came from outside the door, getting closer, ping-pong-pong, like a war——

Those unconscious mutants smelled the pheromone and came after them!

He has to take this boy away!

The moment he pulled the boy's arm, his blue pupils shrank suddenly - he saw a patch of redness on the boy's arm, and dozens of red or white particles gathered on the red patch.

This is a sign of pre-virus infection.

Just thinking about whether to take this dangerous person away, Amber saw his eyelids tightened, his brows frowning following his eyelids, and at the same time there was a messy knock on the door.

do not care!Maybe there is still help?

Regardless of the temperature that could almost frostbite him, Amber picked up the boy, put him on his body, and strode towards the window—he could only leave through the window.

The door was smashed into several holes, a mutant lowered his head, and blood-red eyeballs appeared on one of the door openings.The eyeball seemed to be inlaid on the door, and the dark pupil was still rolling up and down, left and right.

It was like a tadpole swimming in a sea of ​​blood.

Amber looked disgusted, took out a pistol/gun from his belt, and shot at the disgusting eyeball. With a "bang", with stamina and loud noise, the bullet penetrated the mutant's head through the door opening, and the red eye no longer peeked inside.

This move made the other mutants even more excited, and they smashed the door harder, wishing they could break into the room immediately and swallow the two Omegas in their stomachs.

When the shot was fired just now, Amber could feel the reaction of the boy behind him, the reaction of being taken aback.

The boy's temperature is gradually rising, coupled with the fact that he can be affected by the outside world, he must wake up soon.

Amber observed the distance between the upper and lower floors. Before he could calculate the height and position, the front door was broken into two pieces by the mutant "Kaka". The controlled opening inward seems to open a more convenient path for these mutants.

The pistol/gun was raised again, and Amber shot towards the head of the frontmost mutant. His superb gun skills made him take the lead in killing several mutants in front, blocking the footsteps of the mutants who followed.

Taking advantage of the few seconds in between, he grabbed hold of the boy behind him, stepped on the edge of the window sill, and shot at the two mutants who charged again.

After two gunshots, Amber supported the boy tightly with one hand, stepped on the window sill with the other foot, jumped back, and his excellent jumping ability allowed him to land firmly.

Mutants are not as capable of thinking as they were in normal times. Watching them jump down, they are about to fall when they jump forward.

At the same time, a bullet cut through the cold air and pierced straight through the mutant's head.

The mutant who was originally pounced forward fell to the ground due to gravity, and was immediately trampled by the mutant who followed, becoming a trampled corpse under every pair of unconscious feet.

Every mutant who wanted to pounce was shot in the head by a sniper from a distance, and none of them managed to catch up to the blond-haired, blue-eyed Omega downstairs.

Amber glanced at the shining point in the distance. He didn't feel grateful or happy for the other party's support, and ran away in the other direction with a "tsk" sound behind his back, cursing to himself: "Shit! It's not over! "

The sniper behind him was still shooting at the mutant in the window, while Amber had already run into a house 400 meters away with someone on his back.

He took out the odor-blocking stickers in his carry-on bag, first put them on the "Snow White", and then pulled the other's arm, wanting to see the signs of infection on his hands.

The red is still the same red, but those disgusting particles have disappeared a lot, which is really suspicious.

Amber didn't want to be confused, put down his hand, and then patted the boy's face - he planned to see if the man was conscious first.

Perhaps it was because Amber's hands were too strong, after so many slaps, the boy's fair skin was already flushed.Amber also thought he was coquettish, because after just two slaps, the boy actually frowned in pain.

"Hey, open your eyes." Amber switched hands and patted on the other side again, "I know you are conscious, open your eyes quickly."

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It was probably because the sound of firing/gunning was too loud, which would add shouting and slapping. The boy was in a trance, and slowly raised his eyelids.It was not lifted halfway, and it shrank into a line in extreme discomfort.

He seemed to have not been exposed to natural light for a long time, and he even seemed to have slept for a long time.

"can you hear me?"

What could be called a clear voice sounded in his ears, he moved his lips, his throat was dry, and he could only respond with breath: "Can..."

After answering, he didn't hear other voices. He thought it was an auditory hallucination just now, and wanted to see the surrounding situation. He tried to open his eyelids and saw the person calling him.

A foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt, like the young master of a foreign nobleman.

"It's so cold... who are you?"

The body has not completely returned to temperature, both hands folded their arms, trying to use a little warmth from the palm of the hand to warm the arms, looked around the room that can almost be described as dilapidated, and then asked: "What is this?" place? Am I not in the hospital?"

"How about an amnesia meme?" The blond foreigner speaks Mandarin very well, without any foreign accent, "My name is Amber, my English name is Amber, and I'm an Omega. What's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Nan, Nan next to the wooden characters." The boy didn't intend to introduce his gender. He said his name in a breathy voice, swallowed some saliva, sat up on the ground, looked around, and asked in a clearer voice: " Is this your home?"

Amber took out the water bottle from the carrying bag and handed it to him: "No, there's no one's home outside now."

Jiang Nan thanked her, took a sip of water and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? Still don't remember?" Amber took back the water bottle and took a sip for himself. "Humans don't have their own homes now. The base is the safest place for humans."

Jiang Nan's mind was blank. He tried to recall, trying to find out if there was such a place as "base" in his memory.

But no, his last memory was lying on the bed in the emergency room of the hospital, a doctor gave him anesthesia, and prepared to heal his injured waist and the thing called Z cavity.

"I don't understand." Jiang Nan's eyes were ignorant, he really didn't understand.He was still rubbing his arms and arms—why was it so cold?

Amber looked up and down the boy in front of him, and solved his confusion: "Just now, I rescued you in a freezing device, so you feel cold."

"What freezing device?"

"You have a lot of questions. That thing is like Snow White's crystal coffin. The temperature inside is very low, and you lie in it... I don't know how you survived in such a low temperature." Amber's eyes became sharper, Dangerous eyes: "So I am very puzzled, who are you?"

Jiang Nan's expression was still ignorant, but Amber had already raised his gun, "Who the hell are you?"

"I, I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm 19 years old this year." Jiang Nan looked at the gun a little scared, and his breath became short of breath, "I was hit in the back before and went to the hospital. I was anesthetized and woke up right here Already... where is this place?"

"Hospital? Don't be afraid." Amber retracted the gun immediately after hearing the answer. "This is Guangdong, and it is also the station of the South China base."

base?

Although he is still in the city where he lived before, what happened to the base?

"There was no such thing before." Jiang Nan was still puzzled by what he said about the base, and a scene that would hardly happen in reality had appeared in his mind, "At least before I went to the hospital, there was no such thing as a base."

"It was my fault for raising the gun just now, but it shouldn't be so frightened?" Amber obviously didn't believe what he said, so he took out a compressed biscuit for him, and squatted down beside him, "The body surface temperature is so low, Just eat some casually, I don’t know if it can be used to increase your calories.”

"……thanks."

Jiang Nan took the biscuit and wanted to tear off the transparent packaging, but his hands trembled uncontrollably. Seeing this, Amber reached out and tore it off for him, muttering that he was weak, and left half of the packaging for him to take cleanly. Holding it in his hand, Jiang Nan thanked him again.

While eating the biscuits, Amber glanced at his hair and asked, "Why didn't you cut your hair so long?"

Only then did Jiang Nan realize that his hair had grown to the sides of his legs, which was not normal. If he just fell asleep in a normal way, how could his hair grow past his waist overnight?

Jiang Nan didn't even bother to eat the biscuits. Jiang Nan climbed up from the ground, leaned on the wall and found a mirror in the room—the face was still his own, but it looked a little sick, and his identity was still his own. That kind of magical plot that traveled through thousands of years Probably didn't happen to him.

He found a pair of scissors and cut off the hair that got in the way, but couldn't help but ask, "What year is this year?"

"The year 4617." Amber saw his pupils shrunk, with a shocked expression, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Nan's expression suddenly turned ugly——

4617?But... the year he was sent to the hospital was 4567...

Judging from the chat just a few sentences ago, Amber would not believe what he said, and he didn't plan to say it.

Amber didn't wait for his answer, but waited for the gunshot outside the house, and his expression suddenly became angry, "I've been chasing me for three days and still don't stop!"

He stood up from the ground, patted his black pants casually, stuffed the unfinished compressed biscuits back into the carrying bag, and took out a row of bullets/ammunitions from it, and loaded them into the pistol he just took. ,"I gotta go."

Jiang Nan didn't know who was outside, but what he was sure of so far was that this blond man named Amber wasn't too good, but at least he wasn't a bad guy.

No matter what he said about 4617 is true or not, the only way to be safe now is to follow him.

Jiang Nan dragged the biscuit into his hands and took two steps towards him: "I want to go with you!"

Amber glanced at him, "Follow me and drag me down? I don't want to go back." He put the gun back on his waist, not intending to fight with his pursuers, "You are very weak, follow I might die within a few hours. Those chasing me are not bad people, if you call for help twice here, they will take you back to the South China Base."

Jiang Nan asked: "It's not a bad person, why did you run away?"

"I love freedom." Amber straightened everything up, stepped out of the window sill with long legs, turned over and ran away.

"Wait!" Jiang Nan was in a hurry, ignoring the weakness of his hands and feet, and followed his movements to crawl out of the window. The movements were not weird, but they were comparable to those slow-moving mutants.

The distance between the ground and the outside of the window is not high, Jiang Nan fell to the ground after turning over, looking up to the sky, he saw the city - the city is no longer prosperous, there are countless holes bigger than the windows on every tall building, Some buildings have already collapsed, and there are not many intact houses on the ground, all of which are ruins.

He can see that this is not made by technology, otherwise why the pain of falling to the ground is so intense?

The world seemed to be destroyed by something, and this was no longer the world in his memory.

Maybe 50 years have passed?

Then he is an isolated and helpless existence in this world, and the only straw around him now is Amber.

He was covered in yellow mud, got up from the ground, moved his weak limbs, felt a dull pain in his lower back, and resolutely followed Amber's direction to chase.

Wait for me……

Amber's physical strength is very good, he has already run far away, Jiang Nan can only see his golden and white back.

Don't be so fast.

Jiang Nan strenuously took a few steps forward, as if with all hope, he stretched out his arm, but when he stretched out, he saw the red and white particles on his arm.

what is this?

Before he had time to think about the question, he heard a familiar gunshot. After the gunshot, he fell heavily to the ground, and the pain gradually spread from his calf.

He breathed heavily in pain, turned his head to look down, and saw a hole in the trouser leg, and then, bright red, soaking his school uniform trousers a little bit.

The pain finally got to the brain nerves, and his hands holding his legs trembled uncontrollably, as if the tighter he held them, the more painful it would be.

Painful hoarseness came from the throat!

The hoarse sound came to the ears of the fleeing person in front, Amber turned around in a daze, saw the person lying on the ground, and also saw the crowd not far from him, he turned around anyway, and strode towards the planned direction to run away .

The sound pierced the eardrums of the man holding the gun, and the man put down the gun, his eyebrows pressed down in displeasure.

"Hold."

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The author has something to say:

The novel can't be taken seriously, the freezing and glucose and so on, borrowing from Captain America, and the hibernation of the frog, can't be taken seriously.

I am not a medical student either. These genetic virus vaccines are all fiction, don’t take it seriously, don’t take it seriously!