Pale Silence

The car was speeding on the open road, and the zombies on the side of the road looked at them numbly, their eyes rolled slightly to chase after them, but they finally gave up at the speed of the car, and just stared blankly.

Chen Mo was sitting on the co-pilot with a gun in his hand, the window was open, and the wind blew his hair into a mess, half covering his delicate and delicate face.

Song Jian said, "Momo, is it cold?"

Chen Mo shook his head and lowered his head to check his gun.

There are several small needle holes on his arm, and the healing speed seems to be getting slower and slower. The lack of blood has weakened his body's immunity.

Song Jian said: "Momo, you shouldn't come here, I think you look very bad."

Chen Mo whispered, "I don't want to be alone."

Song Jian sighed complicatedly in his heart.

Chen Mo said, "The hospital is just ahead."

They walked smoothly along the way. They didn't encounter any mutated zombies, only a group of primitive zombies who looked at them passing by blankly.

The hospital is divided into two parts, the front and the back. The centrifuges, microscopes and other machines are located on the fourth floor of the outpatient building, and the inpatient department is at the back.

There are not many people in the outpatient building.

Because the people who come to the outpatient clinic here basically have no mobility impairments, they can quickly react to the accident just now, and they rushed out of the outpatient building and drove away.

In the parking lot in front of the outpatient building, many vehicles colliding with each other were piled up in a mess, and the zombies stuck inside stretched their arms trying to catch the prey in front of them.

Song Jian took the newly acquired Tang Dao, and simply solved the zombies stuck in the abandoned car with a few simple strokes.

Chen Mo looked around with the gun in his hand.

Song Jian said, "Momo, follow me."

Chen Mo immediately ran over obediently, skillfully guarding Song Jian's back.

The few people sent by Liang Jianqiang obeyed Song Jian's orders this time, and they stood in a row with a smile on their faces, waiting for Song Jian's arrangement.

Song Jian said: "Chen Mo and I went to look for a centrifuge on the fourth floor, you two," he pointed to two people, "you two come with me, take the pulleys, the centrifuge is very heavy, you have to use the pulleys to put it slowly Come down. The two of you stay in the car to respond at any time, and the others go to the pharmacy on the first floor to get all the antibiotics and painkillers, and report to each other at any time if there is any danger."

Finally, Song Jian looked around and his eyes fell on Chen Mo's face. He took a deep breath and said, "Finally, safety comes first. In any case, take care of your own life first. You can give up all supplies. Life is the most important thing. "

Those two people whom Song Jian pointed out followed with big bags on their backs, and walked into the outpatient building together.

Chen Mo habitually took a quick step ahead. As soon as he entered the door, a zombie rushed towards him. Chen Mo calmly shot, and three or four zombies in the hall were immediately beaten into a sieve, without even screaming. , already lying on the ground.

The zombies in the corridor were all startled out, roaring and rushing towards them.

Chen Mo looked up and glanced at the hospital map in the lobby, then fired his gun expressionlessly and walked towards the safe passage step by step.

The two people who followed were stunned.

Song Jian was already very used to Chen Mo's style of play, and he helped Chen Mo make up for it with a gun in his hand.

Two in front and two behind, the four arrogantly rushed through the sparse crowd of corpses and walked towards the safe passage.

There are not many zombies in the outpatient building, only a dozen in total, most of them are old people with limited mobility and children lost by adults in a panic.

When they reached the stairs, the zombies in front of them had been killed by Chen Mo.

Song Jian raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder: "Momo, it's fine."

Chen Mo looked up at Song Jian: "There are still three floors."

Song Jian said: "The back is the inpatient department. There may be a relatively large group of corpses in the inpatient department. Don't disturb those things."

Chen Mo held the gun resentfully, he hadn't hit enough yet.

Song Jian said: "I'll go ahead for the rest of the way, good boy."

Chen Mo obediently walked behind Song Jian, took out his small saber and prepared to make up for Song Jian.

Song Jian slowly walked up the stairs with the knife in his hand.

A zombie stood at the stairs, tilting its head and looking at him blankly.

Song Jian took a step forward.

The zombie finally noticed the living creature at this time, howled excitedly and rushed forward, but Song Jian chopped off its head.

The smelly corpse liquid of the zombies splashed all over the floor. Chen Mo took out a tissue from his pocket and silently handed it to Song Jian to wipe his face.

Song Jian took the tissue, wiped off the corpse fluid on his face, and continued walking forward with the knife in his hand.

Chen Mo followed cautiously.

Suddenly, the man behind Chen Mo whispered, "Little thing, why are you fighting so fiercely?"

At this time, another zombie rushed over, Song Jian stabbed into the heart of the zombie, and the half-dead zombie roared with the last bit of strength to grab Song Jian's shoulder.

Chen Mo rushed up and stuck the saber into the zombie's eyeball.

Song Jian couldn't help but kissed Chen Mo sideways, and threw the body down the stairs.

Chen Mo looked back at the man, and said seriously: "If you don't be fierce, you will die."

The man clicked his tongue for a long time, with a complex look of being unable to say anything.

Chen Mo ignored him and focused on following Song Jian up the stairs.

The man said behind him: "Little thing, what's your name?"

Chen Mo said, "Chen Mo."

He remembered that this was the man who had given him a smoke before setting off.

The man said, "Momo, my name is Liang Yong."

Song Jian was displeased to hear the man's tone of voice called Momo, and said gloomyly: "Momo, come here."

Chen Mo jumped up and down to Song Jian's side, leaving behind the two strangers he had just met.

Liang Yong felt a little indescribable.

How could such a cute, beautiful and playable little thing have an owner?

The second floor is the Radiology Department. There are almost no zombies here, and the silence is a bit scary.

The third floor is the sampling window for blood and urine tests. Inside the window, there is a mummy wearing a hospital nurse uniform, lying on a chair in the corner of the room, but there is no mutation.

Song Jian was a little strange.

According to Chen Mo, a group of people once ate an uninfected corpse, and then mutated into a zombie.According to this statement, everyone's corpse is carrying the zombie virus, and it will attack once it dies, but why is this corpse fine, normal death, air-dried, without any mutated appearance.

Immediately afterwards, they saw more mummies here.

Knowing that they could not escape, these people locked themselves in their offices until they starved to death.

Song Jian had a strange feeling, a feeling flashed through his mind, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

They quickly reached the fourth floor.

The hospital has its own backup generator. Even if there is a large-scale power outage in the city, the hospital's own generator can last for a month.

But now, no amount of reserve power is exhausted.

Even the emergency lights will no longer be turned on here. The two rows of laboratories on both sides of the dark and narrow corridor include blood and urine sample testing, pathological slide testing, etc. The hospital's medical records and archives are also here.

The corridor ahead is separated by iron fences, and a coded metal door next to it is the only way to get inside.

There is a hole thirty centimeters square on the iron fence, and there are tables and chairs on both sides of the fence.

If a patient wants to get a copy of his medical record, he has to fill out an application form and sign it here, and the staff will copy his medical record inside and then hand it out from this hole.

Chen Mo's eyes were inexplicably attracted to the hole, and he couldn't help but look twice more.

Song Jian patted the back of Chen Mo's head: "Momo, come here."

There is a centrifuge in the office where the blood tests are done, and a microscope and petri dishes in the virus room.

Liang Yong thought Chen Mo was funny, and couldn't help but want to tease this little thing: "Momo, do you know what this big guy does?"

Chen Mo frowned: "I'm not a child, don't talk to me like a child."

Liang Yong was overjoyed.

Song Jian said: "Set up the pulley, we have to put the centrifuge down."

Liang Yong said: "Brother Song, there is nothing scary here, why are you so nervous?"

Song Jian thought, this group of people have really been at ease in the transfer station for too long, and they don't know what it means outside.

Yes, this journey was indeed safe and sound, so what about going back?

Have those nightmarish spider zombies spread here?Will it attack the transfer station?

Song Jian picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the truck driver: "Take the three windows on the east side of the car under the outpatient building. We're going to put the centrifuge directly on the truck."

The truck driver immediately drove under the window.

Song Jian and the others installed the pulleys on the windows, and smashed the window frame to reveal a space as large as possible.

Together, several people tied the rope firmly to the centrifuge, and slowly sent it down bit by bit with a pulley.

Ten centimeters, twenty centimeters, thirty centimeters...

The centrifuge staggered down against the wall, and the silver body bumped into the wall from time to time, sending it down staggeringly.

soon, soon...

There is still more than a meter of height from the roof of the truck.

Song Jian stared at the centrifuge intently.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out behind him.

Song Jian looked back and shouted, "Momo!"

Chen Mo stood at the stairs with a gun in his arms and fired wildly, stepping back with a tense face.

The truck driver downstairs suddenly let out a scream.

When Song Jian looked down again, he found that the front of the truck was surrounded by zombies.

The zombies howled frantically and smashed the glass of the truck, scrambling to get in.

The screams of the truck driver were gradually drowned out in the crowd of corpses.

The terrified call for help from the member in charge of taking medicine on the first floor sounded through the intercom.

"There are corpses!"

"There are a lot of zombies!"

"They came from the inpatient department, they came from the inpatient department!!!"

"what!!!!"

Chen Mo had already retreated to the wall of the corridor, pursed his lips and fired wildly, quickly changing magazines one after another.

The two people sent by Liang Jianqiang were already panicked, and they all looked at Song Jian: "What should I do? What should I do!"

Song Jian tried to calm himself down.

To get the centrifuge away you have to get that truck.They must go down, hiding here is just waiting to die, they must go downstairs as soon as possible.

Song Jian said, "Momo, how many zombies are there on the stairs."

Chen Mo paused, put on the magazine and continued to shoot wildly, and replied as calmly as possible: "I don't know, there are too many."

Song Jian said: "Climb down with a vertical rope, these zombies can't get into the truck bed."

Upholding the good virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, Liang Yong shouted: "Momo, you go down first."

Chen Mo said, "I'm done."

He is used to being at the front and at the back.

Be the first to face danger, or shield your companions from disaster behind you.

He's used to it.

He shouldn't be the one being looked after.

Time was running short, so Liang Yong didn't argue with Chen Mo over this matter, and climbed down the rope with his companions one after the other.

At this time, the dense group of corpses finally rushed out of the stairs.

Chen Mo no longer had the terrain advantage, the zombies roared and scattered, rushing towards Chen Mo in all directions.

Chen Mo retreated while fighting, habitually leading the zombies to a place farther away from Song Jian.

Song Jian woke up like a dream, and roared in panic: "Momo, where are you going!"

This loud roar finally made the numb corpses see the existence of another prey, roaring and rushing over.

Song Jian slashed at the zombies with a knife, and stood by the window and yelled at Chen Mo: "Come here! You're a dead end!!!"

Chen Mo shot a bloody path through the corpses, and staggered to Song Jian's side, panting in a daze.

More and more zombies climbed up to the fourth floor, and the crowd of corpses became tighter and tighter.

Song Jian said: "Chen Mo, go down."

Chen Mo said stubbornly, "I'll cut off the queen."

Song Jian roared: "I let you go down!"

Chen Mo stared up at Song Jian in a daze. The corpse liquid of the zombie splashed on their faces, and the two people who were on the verge of life and death were in a panic like madmen.

Chen Mo whispered, "Song Jian, I won't let you go, unless you don't love me."

There was a buzzing in Song Jian's ear, and he was almost scratched by a zombie by mistake.

Chen Mo hastily made another shot and helped Song Jian block the blow.

Song Jian's heart trembled violently, the disgusting smell of zombies filled the whole building, but he seemed to be filled with the fiery love from Chen Mo's body.

It was a warm, sweet and bloody smell.

In such an end-time where life and death are impermanent, a strong and delicate flower blooms.

Chen Mo loves him.

Love him so passionately.

But he hasn't told Chen Mo yet that the centrifuge they desperately wanted to take back was not for researching zombie viruses, but for extracting the blood from Chen Mo's body and extracting the serum that Yan Ruoming needed.

Liang Yong downstairs was still yelling: "Brother Song, Momo, come down quickly! Come on!"

Chen Mo stood stubbornly in front of Song Jian, frantically shooting at the increasingly dense crowd of corpses.

He looked slender and weak, and his thin wrist seemed unable to hold such a heavy gun, but he was desperately guarding the one he loved.

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo's waist with the hand holding the knife, and said, "Let's go!"

Chen Mo was caught off guard and was dragged by Song Jian to fall down from the window, holding the gun blankly. The bullet smashed half of the brick above the window frame, and then shot into the sky with a roar.

"boom!"

The bullet flew towards the gray sun in the sky.

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo and grabbed onto the rope with one hand.

The two quickly slid four to five meters high, the rope couldn't bear the weight of the two, and suddenly broke in half.

Chen Mo stared blankly at the sky, his thin back pressed against Song Jian's strong and warm chest.

The two fell heavily on the truck together, Song Jian's calf made a "click" sound, and twisted into a strange posture on the iron sheet.

Song Jian snorted, let go of Chen Mo in his arms in pain, and held his leg tremblingly.