Pale Silence

In the third year when the zombies broke out, Chen Mo, who had lost all his relatives and friends, saw the gray sun in the sky.

At that time, Chen Mo was 17 years old. Half a year ago, his last relative, his sister, was bitten by a zombie in front of him.

He desperately brought his sister back to a corner where he could rest, and cried and cut off the arm of his seven-year-old sister.

But the younger sister gradually turned into a corpse, and opened her gray eyes to him.

Chen Mo didn't want to think about what happened next.

In the past few months, he has walked alone in this land occupied by zombies, living with difficulty and numbness, avoiding zombies or crazy humans who are more terrifying than zombies.

Until today, he was besieged by zombies and forced to escape to the rooftop of a residential building.

The iron door behind him was hit hard by the roaring zombies, and the chain couldn't hold it for too long.

Chen Mo calmly moved debris from the roof to block the door, looking for a way to escape.

The building was six stories high, and it was located in a densely built residential area. The open space between tall buildings was full of zombies, eagerly looking up and waiting for him to fall.

Chen Mo was a little afraid of heights.

In such a difficult day with corpses rampant, perhaps no amount of fear should be smoothed away, but Chen Mo still has fear in his heart, which may be one of the reasons why he is different from the walking corpses.

Chen Mo walked around the roof of the building.

He has nowhere to go.

Or just jump down and die like this, or wait for the zombies to break through the small door on the roof and eat him clean.

Chen Mo sorted out his weapons.

Sharpened wooden sticks, fruit knives, and a butterfly knife bought in the canteen next to the school when I was in junior high school.

These things allow a young man to barely survive in the apocalypse, but they cannot allow him to survive in such a desperate situation.

The zombies finally broke through the small iron door, struggling and roaring towards him.

Chen Mo retreated to the edge of the roof, he can jump down, slowly climb down the sewage pipe, find a window without zombies and go in, and then make other plans.

But he knew clearly in his heart that there was no way out.

There are too many zombies in this residential area, he will only be trapped here to die.

The zombies in front were already roaring towards him, Chen Mo closed his eyes, quietly waiting for death to come.

A gunshot pierced the gray dawn.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and watched groups of zombies fall one by one in front of him.

The gunshot was so close to Chen Mo that he could almost hear the sound of the recoil hitting the flesh.

Chen Mo looked around in a daze, and saw the shooter in the gray light.

The gunshots came from the roof behind Chen Mo. A tall man leisurely held up a sniper rifle and shot the zombies headshot with precision.

Chen Mo was stunned.

The man raised his gun to kill a zombie approaching Chen Mo, and gave him a carefree smile in the dim light of dawn.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders standing on the opposite rooftop like a hill in the backlight, with sharp facial features and sharp eyes, with a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke slowly rose in the morning light.

The man asked, "Do you dare to come here?"

Chen Mo nodded.

The man untied the rope tied around his waist, tied one end to the raised concrete pillar on the roof, and tied a stone to the other end and threw it to Chen Mo who was on the opposite roof: "Will it work?"

Chen Mo quickly tied the rope to the small attic here, wrapped his coat around his palms, closed his eyes before the next wave of zombies arrived, grabbed the rope and slid towards the strange man's chest against the rising sun.

The man held the gun in one hand and fired two shots. He gracefully caught the roaring young man with one hand, and said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "Follow me."

The man led Chen Mo to run around in this old community, and changed into a suppressed pistol to quietly deal with the scattered zombies approaching them.

Chen Mo tightly grasped his most convenient weapon, a wooden stick tightly wrapped with tape and a fruit knife, and calmly warned the man of possible danger behind him.

The man smiled lazily: "Nervous?"

Chen Mo shook his head, still tensed his thin shoulders, staring at the dark stairs.

At this time, a voice came from downstairs: "Boss, we are here."

The man patted the back of Chen Mo's head: "Go."

Chen Mo obediently climbed down from the window.

When the world is not in a mess, trusting someone may require a lifetime of getting along and testing.

But in such a world, he had already entrusted his life to the other party for a thousandth of a second when his heart beat faster.

Sure enough, there were no zombies under the window, only an off-road vehicle parked.

The stranger who was driving was surprised when he saw him, and let him sit in the back seat with a strange expression on his face.

The startled zombies were poking around at the street corner, the man jumped down from the second floor, got into the car and closed the door: "Go."

Chen Mo sat alone in the back seat, looking down to see if he was injured.

Not only is it dangerous to be bitten by a zombie, but if the scratched wound comes into contact with fresh zombie blood, it will also cause the infection to mutate.

The man turned his head from the co-pilot and asked Chen Mo, "What's your name, kid?"

Chen Mo lowered his head, and the dog-eating bangs he cut were messily hanging on his forehead. He whispered, "Chen Mo."

The man lit another cigarette and smoked in the carriage unscrupulously: "My name is Song Jian."

As the driver frantically drove away from this residential area, he couldn't help looking at Chen Mo's face in the rearview mirror, and whispered, "It really looks like it."

Chen Mo was taken aback, and looked at the driver inexplicably.

The man named Song Jian lowered his face slightly: "Drive hard."

The driver obediently kept his mouth shut.

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian, hesitated for a while, and whispered, "Thank you."

Song Jian is a very handsome man, but his skin is very poor, dark and rough, with an unshaven beard and a few small scars.In the smog, he quietly stared at the boy who was picked up by chance. His little face was dirty, but he could still vaguely see his original handsome appearance.

Song Jian threw two tissues and half a bottle of mineral water to Chen Mo: "Wipe your face."

In this world, bottled water is one of the most precious resources.

Both river water and groundwater can be contaminated by zombies, and the only safe drinking water is the bottled water produced before the zombie outbreak.

Bottled water is already a non-renewable resource.

Chen Mo walked through many supermarkets, and the first to be looted was usually bottled water.

Chen Mo looked at the half bottle of mineral water that Song Jian threw to him, blinking his eyes in bewilderment, not knowing whether Song Jian asked him to wash his face or let him drink it.

Song Jian saw the child's stupidity, sighed, put down the back of the car seat, and climbed onto the back seat.He unscrewed the mineral water bottle, soaked a paper towel with precious drinking water, and wiped his dirty little face vigorously.

The blood and mud were wiped off, revealing the youth's white and delicate skin, those pure and clean eyes blinked slightly uneasily, and the long eyelashes hit Song Jian's palm like a butterfly.

Song Jian's heart trembled, and the second-hand smoke sprayed onto the handsome young man's face, causing Chen Mo to cough.

Song Jian was silent for two seconds, helplessly threw the half-smoked cigarette out of the car window, and asked vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "Are you alone?"

Chen Mo nodded and said softly, "I've been alone for a long time."

Song Jian said: "It's not easy to live on your own in this world."

Chen Mo said, "You will get used to it slowly."

Song Jian looked down at the little dirty face that had just been wiped clean, and was in a daze for a second.

Before the zombie outbreak, Song Jian was the personal bodyguard of the chairman of Hongjun Group.

After surviving the first wave of chaos caused by the zombie outbreak, Song Jian and the unattached single men from the Hongjun Group's security department built a fortress in this resort area [-] kilometers away from the city.

This place was originally a property of Hongjun Group, and it was a 25th birthday gift prepared by the chairman for his son Yan Ruoming.

Later, both Yan's father and son died among the zombies, and Song Jian became the only person with full security authority in this resort. In great frustration and pain, he became the new owner here.

There were ten personal bodyguards for the Yan family and his son, and there were thirteen more for the security department of the Hongjun Group, excluding those who fled home with their parents, wives and children.

These people either had their parents die young and were single, or their wives and children died in the first outbreak.

In such a world, living in a resort with military security level is much better than fleeing alone.

In the beginning, there were only twenty or so young people like them. Later, when people fleeing for their lives passed by, the number of people here gradually increased.

They have a clear division of labor, some are inspecting the realm on the watchtower, and some are planting vegetables in the resort.

More people are building high walls, using sand, gravel and cement to pile up walls half a meter thick, trying to enclose the resort area into a stronger fortress.

Song Jian is the owner of this fortress, but he doesn't like to stay in the castle to live a quiet life. He often takes a few capable men out to patrol the surroundings, searching for supplies and people.

Chen Mo thought, he was really lucky.

When he was so lonely and desperate that he wanted to jump off the roof and into the pile of zombies, there was a gunshot from the opposite floor.

The strange man saved him and stood in the gray light of the morning sun, smiling and extending a helping hand to him.

Chen Mo was very tired. He hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

But the vigilance he was forced to cultivate in the last days made him force himself to stay awake all the time, trying to observe everything around him.

The car drove on a deserted but wide asphalt road, drove out of the urban area, and drove to the foot of the mountains in the suburbs.

A holiday center with high walls and gates came into view, and a taller and thicker wall was being built outside the high wall. The workers were very familiar with Song Jian, and they stopped what they were doing and greeted with smiles.

The heavy door opened slowly, and the car drove directly into the heart of the center of the resort. Song Jian opened the door and said to Chen Mo, "Come with me."

Holding his crude weapon, Chen Mo followed Song Jian into this paradise-like place.