Pale Silence

Chen Mo staggered behind Song Jian, like a child who could never catch up with an adult.

The blood in his veins had been sucked out too much, and it was no longer possible for him to follow Song Jian as firmly as before, protecting Song Jian from the danger behind him.

The dizziness of blood loss reverberated in the noisy world, and the corpses gradually approached them. Chen Mo fired randomly, and tried to grab Song Jian's clothes, but missed and fell to the ground hard.

Song Jian saw Yan Ruoming coming out in a hurry, and eagerly held Yan Ruoming's hand: "Go!"

He didn't look back at Chen Mo.

Because he knew that Chen Mo would follow him closely, like a puppy who has recognized its owner. No matter how far the owner walks, the puppy will cling to his master's feet affectionately and never lose himself.

Song Jian pulled Yan Ruoming while running and said, "Go to the parking lot, there is a modified car there, let's get out of here!"

The zombies were getting closer, and the modified off-road vehicle was parked in the empty parking lot.

Yan Ruoming suddenly asked softly, "Song Jian, where's Chen Mo?"

Song Jian turned his head sharply, and in the twilight of the morning light shrouded in zombies, he saw Chen Mo's thin and thin shadow sitting on the ground far away.

Song Jian roared: "Momo! Momo, what are you doing!!!"

Chen Mo had just recovered from the fatal dizziness. He was sitting on the ground, and his blurred vision could no longer tell where the zombies were and where the leaves were.

The world was spinning before his eyes.

He had lost too much blood and still had a low-grade fever.

The severe exhaustion and pain ate away his survival instinct bit by bit.

He heard Song Jian's voice.

They should not be separated like this.

However, Song Jian dropped him, dropped him here.

It turns out that nothing has changed, Song Jian loves him, and Song Jian will protect him.

But when danger comes, the first person Song Jian wants to protect is always Yan Ruoming.

He was like a little fool, chasing Song Jian's tall figure constantly, yearning for the warmth and twilight, so tired that he broke his leg, coughed up blood, and refused to stop to rest.

Because he knew that Song Jian would not wait for him, that man always walked very fast, never... never looked back at him, never cared, how hard he was chasing.

Chen Mo gave up.

Spider zombies rushed towards him overwhelmingly, howling and gnawing on his body.

Chen Mo turned on the walkie-talkie at Bieza's collar, and through the vague signal, the current hoarsely conveyed his last words.

"Song Jian."

With trembling fingers, Song Jian led Yan Ruoming towards the direction of the car without looking back.

He is a rational person, Chen Mo was besieged by corpses, and there was no possibility of him surviving.He shouldn't rush to die again, he can't save Chen Mo who is already in deep death.

But Chen Mo wasn't dead yet. The young man's weak voice, full of pain and crying, was transmitted to the walkie-talkie by a weak signal, and rang clearly in his ears.

"Song Jian...I can't keep up with you...can you slow down...I can't keep up with you..."

Song Jian opened the car door.

A zombie chased after him, and Song Jian threw off the walkie-talkie pinned to his collar when he turned around and shot.

Chen Mo's dying cry fell into the dust.

Brother Li started the car, the wheels ran over the walkie-talkie, rushed out of the transfer station, and embarked on the road of escape again into the distance.

Song Jian slapped the car window with trembling hands, and an angry cry came from his throat.

what did he do...

What the hell did he do! ! !

Liang Jianqiang also escaped with a car, and a convoy ran wildly in the ruined world that was just a little bit bright.

A young man was left alone among the corpses, silently waiting for death.

Song Jian suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Brother Li said: "Those monsters are still chasing behind."

Song Jian stabbed Brother Li's neck with a knife: "I'll let you stop!!!"

Brother Li slammed on the brakes: "Brother, we all know that Chen Mo is dead! What if he is immune? You know how many zombies there are! Chen Mo will be eaten to the point where there are no bones left. Are you going to get me and Yan?" The doctor's order to go back and collect Chen Mo's body!!!"

Song Jian's hand holding the knife was trembling, and Chen Mo's appearance was played back scene by scene.

The boy who always followed closely behind him was left behind by him.

During this time, Chen Mo had been having blood drawn and injected with viruses to stimulate the immune system to produce cells, so he always had a fever and staggered when he walked.

He walked so fast, but he was always anxious to take Yan Ruoming away.

Why didn't he look back?

Why didn't he protect Chen Mo to leave first!

The child followed him and identified him, with a blazing light in his eyes, carefully wanting to live with him for the rest of his life.

When he was in the research institute, he chose to save Yan Ruoming first, because he thought Chen Mo could come out by himself.

But this time... this time...

He didn't even look back at Chen Mo.

The car was back on the road, and a silent caravan headed west, never turning back.

They walked for several days and nights, drove off the national road, found an abandoned power station, and rebuilt a new base here.

Song Jian was no longer the leader, he would just walk on the high wall of the power station day by day, frantically shooting the zombies who passed by occasionally.

Chen Mo's eyesight is very good, Song Jian once wanted to teach Chen Mo how to play sniper.

But Chen Mo prefers the arrogant and arrogant weapon like ak. Every time he encounters a group of corpses, he will rush to the front, wasting bullets like a little lunatic.

Bullets are the rarest material in the world, but Song Jian likes to see Chen Mo's eyes glowing with excitement when he shoots wildly.

A zombie slowly wandered close to the power station, Song Jian immediately raised his gun and fired a burst of bullets, smashing the innocent zombie into a sieve.

Yan Ruoming's voice sounded behind him: "Bullets are very precious, how can you waste them like this?"

Song Jian said with a cold face, "Why did you come out?"

Yan Ruoming smiled softly: "I won't live for long, Song Jian, I want to go out for a walk and see the world a little more."

Song Jian looked up into the distance.

Weedy farmland, and a dead city.

This world has been turned into ruins, and the living people are just trying to survive, holding that impossible hope and deceiving themselves to live.

Yan Ruoming said: "The serum left by Chen Mo won't last long, and I may not have time to see the end of the end. Song Jian, I plan to follow Liang Jianqiang on the road to hell, to the safe zone in the north. How about you? ?”

Song Jian fired at a zombie again with a blank face: "My business has nothing to do with you."

Yan Ruoming did not speak again.

He left here, leaving Song Jian to stand alone in the ruins of the end of the world and go crazy.

It's almost winter, and the northwest wind is very cold.

Song Jian lit a cigarette, and the smoke ring slowly rose into the sky and dissipated without a sound.

Chen Mo doesn't know how to smoke, and he can't stand second-hand smoke.

Every time I saw him smoking, I would wrinkle my thin eyebrows and want to hide in the corner.So Song Jian would deliberately go over and spray the child with second-hand smoke. Seeing Chen Mo coughing up tears all over his face, Song Jian would have a childish smirk in his heart.

It turns out that death is not as far away as imagined.

It turned out that the boy who was always following him would really disappear.

The heart-piercing pain shook his internal organs, he thought of Chen Mo's bright and attached eyes, and he thought of his "I love you" that didn't come from his heart.

He didn't love Chen Mo that much.

Everyone said that he didn't love Chen Mo that much.

Said that he only found a beautiful and interesting boy to take with him because he was too lonely in the last days.

Chen Mo should be like all his brothers, they will die for each other, but they will not stop for anyone.

Song Jian looked at the gray sun in the sky, and he remembered the first time he met, the thin boy stood alone on the roof, holding his crude weapon, silently waiting for the god of death to come and fight him for the last time.

He always felt that Chen Mo would always follow behind him, so he never prepared how he would deal with the pain if Chen Mo got lost.

It was a kind of silent dull pain, slowly tearing his heart and soul from the deepest part of his heart, filling every inch of memory with Chen Mo's appearance, until it broke his chest, the intense pain and grief just It began to spread clearly in the lips and tongue.

"Momo..."

Song Jian murmured in the dim sky, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and imagined that when he turned around, he could see the young man standing behind him, with bright eyes full of innocent joy, reaching out to him for candy.

But Song Jian didn't dare to look back.

He was afraid of seeing fallen leaves all over the ground, and he was afraid of seeing his abominable selfish heart.

A tear slowly fell.

Song Jian raised his hand slowly, wiped away the tear on his cheek, watched the wind blowing across the mountains, and watched the sky illuminate the ruins in the distance.

Song Jian roared, shooting crazily at the zombies wandering under the high wall.

How much he wanted to see Chen Mo again, how much he wanted to go back to that night, hold the boy in his arms before Chen Mo fell down, and lead Chen Mo away from that dangerous place.

No, he will not leave Chen Mo alone in the research institute, and he will not let the news that Chen Mo's blood is immune spread throughout the base.

If... if...

Song Jian roared in pain, venting his torment on the bullet.

He wanted to kill all these zombies, and he wanted to rush into the zombie's lair to avenge Chen Mo.

But these actions can never make him feel better than half a point.

A voice calmly rang in his ears, reminding him forever, forever.

Who was Chen Mo killed by?

Not zombies, not doomsday.

It was him Song Jian, it was him Song Jian who slowly touched Chen Mo's heart time and time again, causing the young man to slowly die in despair little by little.

Song Jian fired all the bullets and took out the candy wrapper from his pocket.

Chen Mo's aggrieved sobs were still in his ears: "Song Jian...I don't want...I don't want to die where you can't see...Song Jian..."

Song Jian pasted the candy paper on his face, tears streaming down his face silently.

Chen Mo couldn't remember how many times he was bitten by zombies that day.

The scars on his wrists were all bone-deep, and his whole body was covered with wounds.

But he didn't die.

Perhaps because they dislike meat with immune cells as unpalatable, the spider zombies let him go and continued to hunt down the fleeing people westward.

Chen Mo looked at the gradually brightening sky in a daze, and he saw the hunched figure of the old man.

The old man sighed, and leaned over to bandage Chen Mo's wounds of various shades.

There were still tears in Chen Mo's eyes. He didn't seem to feel the pain anymore. He let the old man sew up the wound on his body with a needle and thread, and let the painful anti-inflammatory medicine be wrapped into the flesh.

This time, Song Jian still did not choose him.

The old man said, "Momo, are you still up?"

It took Chen Mo a long time to slowly recover. He whispered in an almost inaudible voice, "Grandpa, am I dead..."

The old man sighed: "No, you are still alive."

Chen Mo struggled to move a few times, but he no longer had the strength to get up.

He lost a lot of blood, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he had a high fever. Even if he raised a hand, he felt that it weighed a thousand catties.

Chen Mo whispered hoarsely, "Grandpa... I... I can't go anymore... It's not safe here, you... you go... go..."

The old man said: "At my age, I don't live very long. What's the difference between dying now and dying in two years? If you can't move, don't move. Grandpa will get you something to eat. Be good."

Tears flowed from the corners of Chen Mo's eyes, and they fell silently on the ground below him: "Grandpa..."

The old man sighed again, hobbled on crutches to the kitchen of the transit station to find some leftover millet porridge, heated it up with two spoonfuls of brown sugar, and gave it to Chen Mo to drink.

The corpses had already left here, and the entire transfer station was as empty as a cemetery.

Chen Mo drank some porridge and lay down on the ground in a daze.

The old man didn't have the strength to drag him back to the house, so he could only lie here with him.

Chen Mo was dizzy.

He thought of Song Jian's back.

Song Jian walked so fast, so anxious to protect Yan Ruoming.

From the moment he walked out of the room, he never looked back at him.

The old man built a fire next to Chen Mo, found some quilts to cover Chen Mo, and asked with a sigh, "Momo, Song Jian is gone."

Chen Mo choked with a hoarse voice: "I didn't miss him..."

He finally gave up.

Once, twice... He was too stupid to see clearly his position in Song Jian's heart.

The pain and despair accumulated in his heart finally crushed the last thread when Song Jian dropped him and took Yan Ruoming away.

He would never miss Song Jian again, never wait so desperately for Song Jian to look back at him.

The old man nodded, sighed again, and said, "Momo, let's go, as long as you don't think my old man is burdensome, I will accompany you to the safe zone. You are so young, you still have to go to school in the safe zone .”

Chen Mo sat up slowly, his slender body wrapped in a military overcoat, and his pale face was covered with tears.

He said, "Grandpa, let's go together."

Suddenly, there was movement in the room behind them.

Chen Mo suddenly lifted his spirits, hugged the gun with difficulty, turned his head and asked sharply, "Who is it!"

The room became quiet, and it was unclear whether it was a zombie or a human.

Chen Mo panted violently: "Grandpa, go behind me...I...I will protect you..."

The figures in the room slowly moved out, carefully raising their hands in a gesture of surrender: "Chen...Chen Mo...don't shoot...I..."

It turned out to be that coquettish bartender at the transfer station.