Pale Silence

The group of corpses slowly came out of the woods and gradually surrounded the gas station.

Song Jian said: "Let Chen Mo go, or we will die here now!"

Zhao Yan stared at Chen Mo with the remaining one eye, and said, "Then die together."

He had fallen into madness, the anger and pain of losing his eyes made him unable to think rationally anymore.

If...if Chen Mo can't be made a test case to save the world, then... then let's die together!

A zombie rushed up.

The people around Zhao Yan screamed and swung their knives, and pulled Zhao Yan away: "Brother Zhao! Let's go!"

More zombies rushed over.

Under the dark night, the boundless crowd of corpses besieged several human beings at the gas station.

Chen Mo struggled to stand up, staggered and quickly found the weakest opening of the zombie, and charged forward waving a crude spear.

A group of zombies roared and rushed towards him. Chen Mo's left leg was injured and he couldn't use his strength. He wanted to back away, but he staggered and fell into the crowd of corpses behind him.

At this time, a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded in his ears, and Chen Mo staggered and fell into an embrace.

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo with one hand, and fired several shots at the zombie in front of him with the other.

Chen Mo turned his head subconsciously in a trance, trying to avoid the splashing corpse blood, but unconsciously nestled in Song Jian's neck like a spoiled child.

Between heaven and earth is a dark doomsday.

Huge crowds of corpses surrounded them, and the severe pain from the wounds and the smell of blood were like black clouds before the god of death came.

Chen Mo, in a daze, was held in Song Jian's arms with one hand, squeezed out his remaining rationality, and whispered, "Don't shoot...there is gasoline on the ground..."

Song Jian put the gun on his back and drew out the knife, protecting Chen Mo and fighting the zombies all the way, trying to break out of the encirclement of the corpses.

As long as they cross the road and drive across the road, they will have the hope of escape.

Chen Mo was a little delirious, and his whole body was almost hung on Song Jian, muttering about those small grievances: "Song Jian... are you here to arrest me..."

Song Jian cut off the head of the zombie in front of him, and said to Chen Mo, "I just want to take you home."

Tears of grievance overflowed from the corners of Chen Mo's eyes, and he choked up and murmured: "I won't go back...Song Jian...it hurts...it hurts...I won't go back...don't take me back..."

Song Jian had never fought with so many zombies hand-to-hand. The Tang knife was cut to the brim, but he still couldn't see the hope ahead.

When he drove out, he hadn't had time to think about what to do with Chen Mo.

The base was built by him alone, he is like a king, protecting his people, and his people also respect and love him.

But this kind of respect and love is not enough to offset the panic of the last days and the desire to survive.

If he kept protecting Chen Mo from experimenting with Chen Mo, the other people in the base would gradually turn from disappointment to anger, and would forcefully send Chen Mo to the altar, just like Zhao Yan, regardless of his anger.

Song Jian forcibly knocked a zombie away with a curly blade, and finally there was a gap in front of him, allowing him to see the car parked by the woods on the other side of the road.

He finally saw hope.

Song Jian whispered in Chen Mo's ear: "I won't go back, we won't go back either. Momo, I won't let you hurt again."

Chen Mo stared blankly at Song Jian's face under the moonlight, and a flower quietly grew out of the severe pain and sourness in his heart.

not going back...

For him, Song Jian will not go back.

They left here together and went to a place far, far away, where there may be a desert, and there may be some people they don't know.

But, it's always going to be okay.

He'll have a home and he won't be in so much pain anymore.

Behind them, Zhao Yan's hysterical roar suddenly sounded: "Chen Mo! Let's die together!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yan took out his gun and fired a shot at the gasoline on the ground.

"boom!"

The fire ignited in an instant, and the entire gas station turned into a huge fireball in an instant, exploding violently amidst the mighty corpses under the dark night sky.

"Boom!"

One-third of a second before the flames and explosion debris swept over, Song Jian suddenly wrapped the slender boy in his arms and threw himself forward.

The huge explosion made everyone fall into tinnitus and dizziness, and the corpses screamed and ran around.

Chen Mo was pressed down by Song Jian in a daze, and he felt that the asphalt road under him was about to melt in the high temperature.

Song Jian... Why didn't Song Jian move...

Chen Mo stretched out his hand tremblingly, held Song Jian's head and cried intermittently: "Song Jian...Song Jian...Song!!!"

Song Jian's back was injured by the flames and the exploding metal pieces. It was wet and bloody, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his broad back.

Chen Mo struggled to get up, dragging his injured leg, trying to help Song Jian up.

But his strength was too weak, Song Jian, who was 1.8 meters tall and strong, weighed on him like a mountain.

Tears in Chen Mo's eyes slid down his dirty cheeks and landed on Song Jian's scarred shoulders.

Chen Mo sat crying on the hot road, like a child who didn't know what to do after a fall: "Song Jian...Song Jian...Song Jian..."

He always thought that Song Jian didn't love him.

At least she won't risk her life to love him like Ai Yan Ruoming.

Song Jian always said that he was strong enough to protect him, so he took it for granted that Song Jian must not want to protect him.

But when the gas station exploded, Song Jian wrapped him tightly under his tall body, blocking all the flames and debris for him with his flesh and blood.

How could he be so capricious, how could he blame Song Jian for not loving him enough...

Song Jian slowly opened his eyes, frowned and supported himself to get up.

Chen Mo hurriedly wiped away tears with joy, threw himself into Song Jian's arms and hugged the man's waist tightly, choking with sobs and kept murmuring: "Song Jian...Song Jian..."

Before Song Jian could recover from the explosion, he instinctively rushed forward with Chen Mo in his arms, and said hoarsely, "Go!"

Before the corpses recovered from the explosion, the two rushed into the car that Song Jian was driving.

Before Song Jian noticed the injury on his back, he stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel sharply, rushed onto the road, and drove wildly along the road.

Chen Mo was gasping for breath, quickly recalling the city map in his mind. He still had a choked sob in his throat, and said in a crying voice, "We are going to the hospital, you are seriously injured."

Song Jian frowned: "Am I injured?"

As soon as the words fell, the burning pain finally rose slowly in the back.

His face turned pale from the pain, his fingers trembled in severe pain, and he could only relieve the piercing pain by gripping the steering wheel tightly.

The tears in Chen Mo's eyes were still wet, and he remembered a place: "Turn left at the fork in the northwest and enter the old city. There is an old commercial street there. The westernmost part of the intersection is a small pharmacy for burns. There are few people there. It's safer than going to the hospital."

Enduring the severe pain that was about to faint, Song Jian drove all the way to the commercial street in the old city.

The old city is where the city was just born, but 30 years ago, as the city government and commercial streets gradually migrated to the new city in the southeast, there were fewer and fewer people here.

Most of the shops on this old commercial street have been deserted, only some steamed buns and fried dough sticks clothing stores and dilapidated shops for massage, physiotherapy and fortune-telling are left, which are deserted and covered with a layer of dust in the wind.

The old residential area of ​​30 years ago nestled quietly in this wasteland, densely packed with various wires hanging heavily on the upper floors, showing the vicissitudes of these old buildings.

Chen Mo and Song Jian found the small shop for treating burns.

A very small room with a front door, covered with a rolling door, so you can't see clearly what's going on inside.

Song Jian got out of the car with blood on his back, and raised his hand to hug Chen Mo, who had injured his knee.

There should be no living people in such a place. Song Jian skillfully came to the shutter door, took out a pistol and broke the lock of the shutter door, pushed it up and began to smash the second door.

When he was about to shoot, there was a movement in the door.

Song Jian pointed his gun at the figure behind the glass vigilantly.

The figure stopped for a while, then slowly disappeared into the darkness again.

Song Jian said, "There are zombies inside."

Chen Mo lay on the glass door and looked at it for a while, then whispered, "It's not a zombie, it's a human. I saw him go to the corner to get a stick. Maybe he wants to beat you."

Song Jian: "..."

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

Song Jian was still holding the gun vigilantly.

Chen Mo knocked on the door politely again: "Hello, we are not bad people."

Song Jian didn't know what to say about this kid.

They smashed the rolling door outside, and rushed over aggressively with their guns raised. In this kind of world, who would believe that they were good people?

Song Jian has lived in the doomsday until now, and the one thing he knows most is that he can show his kindness to strangers only when he has an absolute advantage.

But now, they and the people inside are wary of each other, how can they communicate well just because of the child's soft words.

Chen Mo knocked lightly on the door again.

The shadow inside the door actually moved.

A trembling old man walked over slowly, holding a wooden stick full of nails in his hand, and looked at them vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Chen Mo lay on the glass door and whispered, "Grandpa, my friend is badly injured, can you treat the burn?"

The old man looked suspiciously at the tall and strong man with a fierce face and a gun next to the child: "Is he injured?"

Chen Mo pushed Song Jian and turned around, letting the old man see the wound on Song Jian's back.

Song Jian bared his teeth in pain, and could only obediently cooperate and let Chen Mo fiddle with it.

The old man raised his flashlight to check Song Jian's wound through the glass door.

The man's broad back was already covered in blood, and burns and sharp injuries were mixed together, and it was impossible to see which injury was more serious.

The old man still didn't trust them and said, "I can't let you in. If you want to save him, you can do it yourself."

Chen Mo looked at the old man in a daze: "Grandpa..."

The old man said: "Cut off his clothes first, so that all the wounds will be exposed, and I will get you the medicine."

Chen Mo hastily listened obediently to the old doctor's words, took out the pocket knife and tremblingly tried to get all the clothes off Song Jian's back.

Song Jian was seriously injured, half-dried blood clots stuck to his clothes, coupled with the excruciating pain of burns, the pain made the veins on Song Jian's head twitch.