Pale Silence

The old man sat in his small clinic, tapped his fingers on the table, and hummed the play he had heard for many years in a low voice that only he could hear.

"If I tell him to laugh at me... I'm determined to tell him the truth..."

A strange sound interrupted the old man's play.

Leaning on crutches, the old man carefully opened the curtain of the bedroom and looked out.

There was a light knock on the door of the clinic.

The old man tentatively said, "Momo, are you back so soon?"

There was silence outside the shutter door, and no one responded to him.

The old man's heart trembled, and he hurriedly went under the pillow to take the pistol Song Jian left for him.

He is not afraid of the zombies outside the shutter door.

Zombies are just low-level creatures, hunting with instinct, it is very easy for people to use their brains to deceive the instinctive perception of zombies.

The group of corpses couldn't see him through the rolling shutter door, and they were not stimulated by the smell of blood. They just wandered around for a while and then left.

What he is afraid of... is something else...

The old man held the gun tightly, his cloudy and old eyes fixed on the rolling door.

The rolling door moved again, and slowly, slowly, it was pulled up.

The glare of the sun shone into the secret small clinic, and the sun cast dense and thin shadows on the light yellow floor, and the old man finally saw clearly the people outside the door.

The skinny figure was against the light, the skin and flesh of the whole body had shrunk and dried up, tightly wrapped around the bones, and the skinny limbs were like spider legs, supporting the long body and the bare head.

Under the rotten lips were mutated long teeth. Seeing the old man, the spider zombies opened their blood basins ferociously, and frantically knocked on the glass door with their skinny limbs.

Holding a gun, the old man slowly approached the monsters.

The backlit spider zombies widened their eyes angrily, hysterically trying to break open the glass door and eat the old man in front of them.

Song Jian and Chen Mo drove back to the small clinic, and saw seven or eight mutated spider zombies lying on the door of the small clinic, beating the glass door frantically.

Chen Mo opened the car window and fired several times, shouting, "Grandpa! Go to the back door!"

The two spider zombies were wounded by Chen Mo, howled and turned to charge towards Chen Mo.

Song Jian slammed the car and flung away the two zombies.

Chen Mo closed the car window until there was only a hand-width slit, and aimed at the spider zombies and fired wildly again.

These mutated zombies are different from ordinary zombies.

Ordinary zombies move slowly and have stiff limbs, chasing prey only by instinct.Once the prey is out of sight, they lose their aim and begin to wander slowly.

But these mutated spider zombies are different.

They move quickly, have strong jumping ability, and have certain thinking ability. They can set traps and think by themselves to judge the direction of prey's escape.

Song Jian drove fast all the way, while Chen Mo cleaned up the spider zombies that were clinging to the car's buttocks.

Chen Mo was a little afraid of these things, his fingers trembled a little, and his shooting movements were unsteady.

Song Jian sensed that Chen Mo's situation was wrong, and said, "Momo, Momo!"

Chen Mo woke up like a dream, and a zombie rushed to the car window, its teeth and fingers tightly gripping the barrel of the gun, and its red eyes were [-] centimeters away from Chen Mo, staring at his eyes.

Chen Mo fired several shots, and the recoil hurt his shoulder, but he still couldn't throw the zombie off the gun.

Chen Mo's palms gradually became cold sweat, and he was about to be snatched away by the zombies.

Chen Mo, who was pushed to the extreme, held the gun firmly in one hand, and took out a small saber with the other to stab the blood-red eyes of the spider zombie.

The saber pierced the zombie's brain directly. Chen Mo endured the corpse fluid splashed on his face, and quickly turned the handle of the knife a few times. The zombie finally screamed and fell to the ground.

Chen Mo's fingers trembled slightly, and he wiped the sweat vigorously on his clothes.

Song Jian drove around this arc-shaped commercial street and came to a big iron gate.

He lowered the car window and drove without slowing down. He raised his hand and shot the lock of the door, and slammed across the huge square full of building materials, preparing to go to the back door of the small clinic to pick up the old man.

But halfway through the car, Chen Mo suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

Song Jian slammed on the brakes, stopped behind a pile of building materials, and asked Chen Mo in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo whispered, "Over there...the tree over there...is a bit strange..."

Song Jian looked in the direction Chen Mo pointed.

This square is a dirt land, so someone planted some poplar and plane trees near the house for shade in summer.

These tall trees rustled in the wind, and the broad leaves turned back and forth, and nothing unusual could be seen.

But Song Jian knew how good Chen Mo's eyesight was. Since Chen Mo said there was a problem, there must be something wrong.

Song Jian looked carefully again, and there was a deep black shadow hidden among the swaying branches and leaves.

Looking along the looming black shadow, there are at least five or six such shadows lying on the whole tree.

Those spider zombies... actually hid here early.

How far have zombies evolved?

He was able to ambush in the yard in advance, waiting for them to catch the old man at the back door.

Song Jian took a deep breath.

Chen Mo held the gun and said, "Song Jian, I'm not afraid of the zombies biting me. I'll lure them away, and you go pick up Grandpa."

Song Jian said: "If you run over like this, you will be bitten into pieces by these monsters, so you don't have to worry about whether you will be infected with the virus."

Chen Mo shut his mouth and bowed his head aggrievedly, but he was in a hurry.

Song Jian raised his head and looked around, his eyes suddenly fell on the excavator.

The jumping ability of spider zombies is about one meter. If they are higher, they have to climb with their hands or use other things to step on their feet.

So... what about the excavator?

The long arm of the excavator can be lifted to a height of eight meters, allowing the elderly to go to the second or third floor, and directly use the excavator to pick up the person.

Song Jian took out a box of cigarettes he just brought from the supermarket from his pocket, smoked one, took a deep breath, and said to Chen Mo: "Momo, have you seen that excavator? The excavator takes the old man down, and you stay in the car and come to us at any time."

Chen Mo looked at the excavator with his head, estimated the distance from the back door of the small clinic to the exit of the square in his mind, and said, "It's too late, the arm of the excavator has to be put down, and you have to come back from the control room. That's enough time for those big spiders to catch up to you."

Song Jian was a little amused to hear Chen Mo's serious tone of talking about the big spider.

In such an apocalyptic world, Song Jian couldn't help laughing out at this serious and obedient child.

Song Jian sprayed second-hand smoke on Chen Mo's face: "Then what do you say?"

Chen Mo pointed to the excavator and said, "I can stand on that bucket and clean up all the zombies here."

He thought for a while, and said a little embarrassedly: "If you just clean it up, the bullets should almost be used up."

Song Jian was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, clean it up."

A little excitement overflowed uncontrollably from Chen Mo's big bright eyes.

Song Jian had a headache.

This kid actually just wants to chug, right?

Song Jian opened the car door and said, "I'll start the excavator first. You cover me there. When the excavator starts, I'll drive over to pick you up."

Chen Mo nodded seriously: "Okay!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Song Jian rushed towards the excavator with his long legs.

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian's back and suddenly felt a little worried.

Can Song Jian drive an excavator?

Song Jian rushed into the cab of the excavator, tossed about in it for a while, and then the engine started rumbling.

The spider zombies entrenched in the tree moved slightly, but they were not attracted by the movement.

They are so smart.

They know that someone is still in the house, and that person will come out sooner or later, so they stay here very patiently to hunt the prey that already exists, and will not be attracted by ordinary tricks.

Song Jian drove the excavator and moved slowly, and the long arm slowly landed beside the car.

Chen Mo hugged the AK with bullets on his back, happily climbed into the bucket of the excavator, and mouthed to Song Jian in the control room: "Lift me up!"

Song Jian laughed happily, holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding the joystick, and slowly raised Chen Mo high.

The long arm of the excavator could be raised to a height of eight meters. Song Jian lifted Chen Mo almost parallel to the zombies on the tree, and then slowly approached the big tree where many zombies were ambushing.

Chen Mo stood arrogantly at the big bucket, pointed his gun at the shadow hidden in the leaves.

The spider zombies ambushing on the tree were finally attracted by the arrogant little Chen Mo, and gradually became restless.

The zombies in the past were never afraid of death, they would only rush forward to Chen Mo's gun in a daze.

But these are different.

They dodge, fight back, and work as a team.

Faced with these, Chen Mo had to be more cautious and cautious.

He and the zombies gradually got closer.

The spider zombies on the tree looked at him with red bloodshot eyes, their throats quivered and made some strange chirping sounds, like resentment and excitement.

Chen Mo shot a zombie in the head.

He is not very good at aiming the head, and there are not many bullets now, so he can only get as close as possible, and try to save bullets by shooting headshots.

It was too close, and as soon as the gun was fired, three or four zombies roared angrily and rushed towards him.

Song Jian immediately twisted the control lever, and the long arm of the excavator swung Chen Mo to the left, avoiding the zombies that rushed over.

Just as the zombie on the tree on the left was about to jump up, Song Jian immediately manipulated the long arm to the right, and hit the spider zombie on the right that was about to jump up to the ground with a bucket.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to fire several shots, killing the three spider zombies on the left at close range.

Song Jian flexibly manipulated the long arm of the excavator, preventing the spider zombies from jumping on the bucket to attack Chen Mo.

With such assistance, Chen Mo was like a fish in water. He squatted in the bucket and lowered his center of gravity to maintain his balance. He shot at the spider zombies at close range and shot them firmly.

A dozen spider zombies running around were gradually cleaned up by Chen Mo, leaving only a few skinny black shadows hiding in the corner and watching, using their newly evolved brains to think about the possibility of rushing up.

Chen Mo was actually a little afraid of these things, but he still held up his gun and stared fiercely at the black shadow in the far corner.

Song Jian chuckled and smoked happily.

A few zombies in the corner communicated with each other in cooing voices for a while, and then quietly disappeared into the narrow and complicated alleys of the old city.