Pale Silence

Blood and flesh splattered and screamed again and again.

Chen Mo fired two rounds, and the dozen or so zombies running in the front had already fallen down. Zhao Yan, who was driving, was relieved a little, kicked the thief next to him impatiently, and shouted: "Shake your fart! Drive faster!" Gun!"

Song Jian quietly watched Chen Mo put on the third magazine, smiled self-deprecatingly, and whispered in Chen Mo's ear: "Raise the muzzle of the gun a bit, try to hit the head."

After speaking, Song Jian opened the skylight, poked his head out to set up his gun and began to clean up the scattered zombies in front of him, so as to prevent Zhao Yan from accidentally knocking down one and causing trouble.

That thin and thin little thing hugged his gun without saying a word, and ferociously shot at the group of zombies behind him. The bullet casings fell to the ground, and the group of zombies screamed and fell down.

Song Jian lit a cigarette in the wind, and shot a zombie violently.

Not Yan Ruoming.

Chen Mo is not Yan Ruoming.

Although that slender and taciturn boy looked a little bit like Ruoming, in his bones, he didn't look like Ruoming at all.

Yan Ruoming is gentle and tough, and he will always act as a protector.

But Chen Mo was not.

This little boy with a soft personality seemed to be burning his own fragile life every time he fired a gun, outputting attacks frantically, but did not leave any room for himself to turn around.

The bullet casings all over the ground were scattered along the road the car drove by, and the three hundred zombies were less and less under Chen Mo's frantic shooting, leaving only a few dozen sporadic ones, roaring and biting the car's buttocks.

Song Jian was too lazy to fight again.

In this paralyzed world, bullets and water are precious non-renewable resources.

Song Jian returned to the car and closed the sunroof. Chen Mo stopped shooting, but just stood by the window to observe the situation behind the car.

Looking at the dozens of zombies chasing after him from the rearview mirror, Zhao Yan felt his scalp tingle, "Boss, what should we do with the rest?"

Song Jian said: "Don't worry about it, go to Area C as originally planned."

Zhao Yan was a little timid, but he still obediently drove on the road into the city.

Chen Mo put away his gun and sat quietly by the car window.

As long as no one asked him questions, he could remain silent like this.

The roads in the urban area were rough and complicated. Dozens of zombies couldn't move forward together. They were crowded in front and back, stretching their arms and howling, stumbling forward.

Song Jian said to Chen Mo, "There's a knife under the car seat, give it to me."

Chen Mo groped for a while, then pulled out a Tang Dao more than one meter long, and looked at Song Jian worriedly.

With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, Song Jian couldn't light a cigarette, so he raised his chin to Chen Mo and said vaguely, "Light it up."

Chen Mo held the lighter with both hands a little nervously, helping Song Jian to light a cigarette tremblingly.

Song Jian gently stroked Chen Mo's face with the barrel of the gun, and whispered with a smile: "You are so good."

A burst of numbness penetrated into Chen Mo's veins, making him shiver and feel hot all over.

But before Chen Mo had time to react, Song Jian had already climbed onto the roof from the skylight, sat on the rear of the car and chopped off a zombie's head with a knife.

Chen Mo raised his gun nervously, but the muzzle of his gun was facing Song Jian's back. This action was more like murder than helping.

Song Jian let Chen Mo point the gun at his back as if nothing had happened, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he chopped off again, splitting the zombie's half-decayed head in half, and the cold brain splashed on his military boots.

One, two, three.

Song Jian sat on the rear of the bumpy off-road vehicle, smoking while cleaning up the group of corpses following him. Occasionally, he would shoot with a gun with a silencer when he encountered some fierce ones, and then continued to use the most primitive Cold weapons kill zombies.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Wu Yuesheng comforted Chen Mo with a smile: "Kids, don't be nervous, the boss can handle it."

Chen Mo held the gun tightly, and said in a low voice, "He didn't let me shoot because he was afraid of disturbing the corpses in the city. I won't shoot."

Wu Yuesheng chewed the tangerine peel candy curiously, and said, "Little friend, what did you do before? No, I'm asking you what did you do before the end of the world?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I'm in junior high school."

He still remembers the scene of that day.

The legend of the end of the world has been circulating among the students for a long time, and there are still some plausible articles circulating, showing that the end of the world is really coming from various abnormal natural phenomena.

For the young children, the rumor made him feel great excitement in a slight fear.

Because they all know that such rumors come back every few years.

The rumors won't come true, but a hypothetical apocalyptic future is a lot more fun than boring school days.

September [-], [-], at [-]:[-] p.m., is the moment when the legendary end of the world comes.

Chen Mo walked back from the cafeteria to the classroom for evening self-study. The sky was gloomy, the setting sun had lost its color, and a gray ball fell in the west like cotton.

The piercing class bell echoed in the lively campus, and the girls who secretly sprayed perfume giggled and ran up the stairs holding hands.

In the classroom, the teacher who is in charge of inspecting the discipline is being blocked in the class by the brats.

The mischievous students yelled: "Teacher, the end of the world is coming, can't we miss a night of self-study?"

The old history teacher with bald head and glasses looked at his watch seriously and said solemnly: "The prophecy said that the end of the world will be at [-]:[-], and it is now [-]:[-]. The end of the world is over, students, and now we begin Self-study in the evening. Class representative? The class representative stood up and read the text."

Chen Mo sat by the window, watching the gray sun gradually sinking, darkness enveloped the campus, and the incandescent lamps in the classroom lit up one after another.

The seat next to him was empty, the deskmate didn't go to the cafeteria, and went to watch the sunset on the sand pile behind the school with a cute school girl from the lower grade.

The teacher came to roll the roll and wrote down the name of the classmate on the skipping list. Some enthusiastic students in the class hurriedly shouted: "Teacher, Su Zeyu has gone to the toilet!"

Today is also a boring day, school life is always like this, except for the day when a new unit in the textbook is opened, there is nothing new to look forward to.

Song Jian ended the last trailing zombie, and gave his teammates an ok gesture without looking back.

At this time, there was a deafening gunshot behind him, and a headshot zombie rolled down from behind him.

Song Jian looked back in astonishment, and saw Chen Mo's gun slowly retracted through the skylight.

Brother Li was startled by the gunshot and roared: "You are crazy! If you shoot here, we will be flooded by zombies, do you know that!"

Chen Mo was a little flustered, holding the gun and lowering his head at a loss.

Song Jian was silent for two seconds, jumped back into the car with a cigarette butt in his mouth, and wiped the blood-stained Tang Dao casually with a rag.

Chen Mo picked up Song Jian's knife, took out a spectacle cloth from his backpack, and carefully wiped off the foul-smelling black blood on it.

Song Jian froze for a moment, didn't ask any further questions, but said, "Old Li, get Chen Mo a rifle silencer."

Chen Mo wiped Song Jian's knife and gun clean, and put the dirty glasses cloth into a storage bag.

Materials in this world are very precious, and he is reluctant to throw away anything that can be barely used after washing.

Chen Mo said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I...I didn't have time to react...I saw him climbing on the roof...I was wrong..."

Song Jian said: "Zhao Yan, change the way, go to the southeast corner of Area C, take advantage of the crowd of zombies to move here, maybe we can search for more things."

There was no response to Chen Mo's apology, so he didn't say any more, but obediently put on the silencer and recalled the appearance of the map in his mind.

He was born with some strange strengths, such as counting very fast and being good at memorizing maps.

These talents did not bring him any use when he was in school. He still had mediocre grades, withdrawn personality, and was the most marginal kind of person.

After the end of the world, he still stands on the edge of the world.

Zhao Yan slammed the steering wheel, and the off-road vehicle roared and rushed towards a hidden path, passed through the old part of the city, and drove towards the southeast of Area C.

Song Jian watched the situation expressionlessly, preventing any zombies that appeared suddenly from blocking their way.

The shot Chen Mo fired from behind him was too close, and the world was too quiet at that time, the sound of the gun seemed to explode in his ears, which he could not forget for a long time.

It was the thin and introverted little beauty who saved him. Everyone in the car knew not to shoot, because the sound of the gun would attract a group of corpses and everyone died together.

Chen Mo also knew this, but Chen Mo still shot and saved him.

Song Jian was very confused, he looked at Chen Mo's profile, and seemed to see Yan Ruoming again in a trance.

It was the guilt and self-blame that he could never let go of in his life.

He promised Chairman Yan that even if he died, he would escort Yan Ruoming to a safe place.But now, he was still alive, and the weak, gentle and smiling young master was buried in the mouth of zombies for him.

Sensing Song Jian's gaze, Chen Mo looked up nervously and blankly to meet Song Jian's gaze, then quickly lowered his head.

At this time, Zhao Yan parked the car in front of a supermarket: "Boss, we were forced to retreat here last time, and this supermarket hasn't been searched yet."

The door of the supermarket was open, the glass was covered with dried bloody handprints, the shelves were knocked upside down, almost ransacked.

Song Jian took a deep breath, opened the car door and got down with a knife and gun: "Old rules, I'll go ahead, Zhao Yan is behind. Lao Li carries the bomb, Xiao Wu, follow me, be careful, there should be no living people in this area."

Chen Mo followed Song Jian with a gun in his hand, stubbornly taking Wu Yuesheng's place.

Wu Yuesheng happily hid in the middle, closely followed their medical soldiers who were nearly two meters tall, aiming around with a small pistol.

Brother Li is not only a medical soldier, but also a transport plane with a huge load.

All kinds of food and batteries were stuffed into three or four large empty bags, and Li Ge carried two of them in one hand expressionlessly, as relaxed and calm as he was carrying half a catty of small cakes.

Chen Mo looked around vigilantly.

Song Jian originally arranged for Chen Mo and Wu Yuesheng to pack things together, but Chen Mo took the initiative to take over the role of guard.

Zhao Yan had no choice but to put his gun on his back first, and work as a loader with Wu Yuesheng, sorting out the needed and unnecessary things from the goods all over the floor.

After walking back and forth twice, the trunk is half full.

But Song Jian didn't intend to go back. He held up the flashlight and looked around: "Find the walkie-talkie."