Pale Silence

Song Jian returned to the transfer station alone.

There is now a desolate place, with no zombies and no trace of people.

Song Jian walked to the place where Chen Mo fell that day.

The blood and corpse fluid dried up on the concrete floor, like a hideous face, mocking his ruthlessness.

Song Jian walked here alone, and all the rooms were turned into a mess in the hasty escape, with a lot of food and water thrown on the ground.

Song Jian took a deep breath, put his leather boots on the steps slowly, and slowly walked up to the second floor.

The room he and Chen Mo lived in remained the same, and Chen Mo's favorite game console was thrown on the bed.

Song Jian put the game console into his bag, trembling slightly, stroking the inferior plastic case on the game console, he thought, he should find some more batteries for Chen Mo.

That kid has no hobbies, and this old game console is his only form of entertainment other than fighting zombies.

Those pains began to erode the heart and soul again, Song Jian took a deep breath, and went to the old man's house to look for anything.

On the night when the zombies invaded, he didn't see the old man in the room, and he still doesn't know whether the old man is dead or alive.

Song Jian walked in and found that the old man had taken almost nothing, and there was an unfinished letter on the table, which was addressed to a man named Shen Hewen.

Song Jian was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar.

Soon, he remembered who Shen Hewen was.

That was Yan Ruoming's teacher, and he was also the carrier of the original virus plant as Yan Ruoming said.

It was the zombie imprisoned on the second floor of the elderly clinic.

Song Jian hastily found more letters in the old man's room.

In the drawer was the old man's small cloth bag, which contained dozens of letters, all of which were addressed to Shen Hewen from four years ago.

The letter didn't say much about the zombies, just an old man's thoughts about his old friend, and some memories of his youth.

From these broken pieces of information, Song Jian pieced together a general outline of the story.

Decades ago, the old man and Shen Hewen were old friends.

The old man has practiced medicine for generations, and Shen Hewen was an apprentice in the old man's house before entering school.

Later, Shen Hewen was admitted to the medical university, and with the support of the Yan Group, he studied all the way and became a professor of the medical university.

However, the old man inherited the family business honestly and quietly worked as a young doctor treating burns in the old city.

The letter did not mention the cause of the zombie virus, but there was a bitter and helpless sentence: "Brother's talent is beyond the reach of ordinary people. My younger brother knows it, but it still leads to the number of missions so far, and all thoughts are turned into ashes."

Song Jian had a premonition in his heart.

Even if the old man has never participated in Professor Shen's research, he must know something, and even said that he is the only person who can influence Professor Shen.

Song Jian habitually wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he touched his pocket, he found only an empty cigarette case.

He just remembered that he decided to quit smoking.

It is actually very easy to quit smoking at the end of the world, because cigarettes are a very rare commodity. If you don't look for them deliberately, ordinary people will have no cigarettes to smoke.

Every time he smoked, Chen Mo would always look at him with those soft eyes, a little unhappy, but also full of admiration and fascination.

How unscrupulously he used to spend such bright eyes, until those eyes lost their light, and fell alone among the corpses, the hoarse choking sound passed through the current, and it was weakly burned on his heart.

He lost his little tail, and the person who always followed him, obediently, softly and silently guarding behind him, was lost by his own hands.

Song Jian held the gun tightly and looked up at the setting sun in the distance.

He seemed to remember that Chen Mo said that his hometown was nearby, a place called Jiushan County.

It was a very remote small town, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the days were always moving slowly and peacefully, and no one thought about leaving.

Song Jian packed food, water and ammunition, drove a small broken car, and went to Jiushan County in the sunset.

He has nowhere to go, nothing to do, like a walking corpse, walking numbly through the ruins of the world, the only thing that can make him arouse some desire is to take a look at Chen Mo's hometown.

In Song Jian's memory, there is actually a little impression of Jiushan County, he seems to have been here.

But those memories were too long ago, and he was too lazy to recall them, so he casually dismissed the boy with starry eyes.

Song Jian gradually approached Chen Mo's hometown, which had long been occupied by zombies, leaving only old ruins.

Chen Mo knew nothing about all this. He was nervously walking on the mountain road on a small electric donkey, panting for breath, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

The old man said: "Momo, this road is very safe, I will come down and take two steps to move around."

Chen Mo pedaled the car with a whimper, and said out of breath, "Grandpa... grandpa, you can't go down now, look... huh, there are trees on both sides, in case... huh... in case there are zombies Rush out, I don't have time...wheeze...I don't have time to save you..."

The old man was helpless: "Then we must stop for a rest at night. You have been riding for a whole day, and this bike can't stand it."

The bartender was also exhausted, and he pedaled weakly behind Chen Mo: "Chen...Chen Mo...Let's take a break...Can we do it after a while..."

Chen Mo looked forward, silently recalling the appearance of the map in his mind.

The old man said: "Momo, listen, we can't get out of such a big forest before dark, let's find a place to rest."

Chen Mo had no choice but to slow down, and obediently began to find a place to rest.

He didn't know if there was that kind of scary spider zombie here, so he could only try to find a safer place.

The climbing ability of spider zombies is too strong, and ordinary obstacles can't stop spider zombies at all.

There are no houses in the wilderness, where should they go to rest?

The old man sighed in his heart, and he said: "Momo, this is the primeval forest in the reserve, and there is usually no one there, so don't be afraid, let's find a place to rest for a while, and everything will be fine."

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, but he still listened to the old man and began to obediently find a place to rest.

After searching for a while, Chen Mo parked his electric car under a big rock and climbed up the big rock first. He was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a depression on the side of the rock close to the mountain wall. invisible.

Chen Mo immediately climbed down, together with the bartender, lifted the old man up, and took some food.

The bartender cleverly sprayed the stones with air freshener to mask their human smell.

The three of them were finally able to lie down and rest for a while before dark.

Chen Mo was lying there loading the gun, and the bartender was biting the bread and watching him.

The bartender said, "Momo, what are your plans when you get to the safe zone?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, wondering if he should tell about the immune cells in his body.

The old man lazily said: "What can he do? He is still a child, and a child should study hard. The safe zone is so big, there must be a school, right?"

In fact, Chen Mo often thought of school.

Thinking of those boring days, thinking of those slowly flipped textbooks, thinking of his deskmate.

Su Zeyu didn't follow Yan Ruoming to the transfer station, so he probably died in the base.

The only connection between him and the past time was also cut off by the end of the world without hesitation, making him unable to remember the past time anymore.

The three of them barely rested overnight behind the rocks, and continued on the road the next day, struggling to find life in the mountains that few people passed by.

This journey was abnormally peaceful, until they walked out of the forest, they never encountered a single zombie.

Maybe the old man is right, there are no people in this forest, so there will be no zombies.

But Chen Mo didn't understand why they didn't even see the shadow of the zombies when they were only [-] kilometers away from the road to hell marked by Liang Jianqiang.

The zombies mutated so fast that Chen Mo could no longer use his previous experience to understand the motives of the zombies.

Fortunately, the three of them passed through the mountainous area safely, and the safe zone was not far ahead.

Chen Mo's depressed expression brightened up.

The electric car was dead, and Chen Mo and the bartender pedaled hard to move forward.

In the distance, a majestic and vast building stretches across the rolling land, with thick chimneys emitting choking industrial ash.

These pollutants that once created smog have now become the hope of new life in the ruined world.

The bartender didn't expect that he passed the supposedly terrifying road to hell so smoothly, with a dreamlike expression of disbelief all over his face.

He looked at the big chimney in the distance, and said tremblingly, "That...that is...the factory...the factory was built in the safe zone!!!"

The three rushed to the gate of the safe area.

It is still some routine examinations about the body.

The inspection here is very strict. All people who enter the safe zone must live in the quarantine area for a week, and only after making sure that there is really no problem can enter the safe zone.

The isolation area is a tall building, like a simple student dormitory.

But for those who fled outside, this place is already a paradise.

Through the windows of the building, Chen Mo could see what was inside the safe zone.

It was a crude replica assembled from various parts taken from the remains of human civilization.

There are schools, shopping malls, industries, and entertainment venues.

People retrieved various things from the ruins outside and restored them here, and there is even a movie theater here.It is said that there is only one projection hall inside, and a projector projects the light and shadow of the old world onto the wall, allowing the tired and frightened fugitives to slowly regain the feeling of being alive.

Chen Mo lay on the window, staring blankly into the distance, watching the night gradually fall, and the safe area was brightly lit.

This safe zone is built on top of oil fields and mines, where electricity and energy can be squandered.

The bartender has already started to practice his old profession before leaving the quarantine area. He made some drinks and played big swords in the quarantine area, preparing to accumulate some fame and become the most famous bartender in the safe area.

The old man was getting old, and he was so tired and drowsy during this period of time that he was given a bottle in the infirmary.

Chen Mo lay alone on the window, remembering in a daze that Song Jian and Yan Ruoming both left with Liang Jianqiang.

Liang Jianqiang will definitely return to the safe zone, so... what about Song Jian...

Will Song Jian come too...

Chen Mo held the gun tightly, he thought, after the old man was settled, he should leave.

He can't stay here, he can't stay in a place where he will meet Song Jian at any time.

Those pains were too vivid, he would never see Song Jian again!