Pale Silence

In this kind of night, Chen Mo was always the one who took the initiative to be on duty.

Chen Mo sat on the roof, smoking a cigarette in silence.

The soot slowly fell on the old bricks and tiles, and the old house that had been unoccupied for more than ten years was already dilapidated.

Song Jian climbed up to the roof, tentatively sat next to Chen Mo, and asked, "You shouldn't be on duty by yourself, you have to lead the team away tomorrow."

Chen Mo said: "At twelve o'clock, someone will come to me to change shifts. Take it easy in the first half of the night."

Song Jian was silent for a long time, he wanted to rub the child's hair like before, but the time has really passed too long, now Chen Mo has changed from a ball of soft cotton candy to a sharp knife, sitting When he was by his side, there was still a low-quality cigarette between them, and the smoke wafted between the two of them.

Song Jian spoke after a long time: "Momo, you have been..."

Chen Mo said, "I went to the safe zone, it's fine there. How about you?"

Song Jian said: "I have been here, waiting for you to come back."

The cool night slowly fell between the eyebrows of the two of them, the tenderness gradually became desolate, ten years passed by, and those loves and hates were too far away to see clearly.

Song Jian said: "Momo, I'm sorry, that day..."

Chen Mo interrupted him and said, "I was the one who didn't keep up with you that day."

Song Jian said: "Momo!"

Chen Mo said: "Song Jian, I was too young and ignorant at that time, and I always expected you to be my hero. But later, I gradually understood. In this world, life is too difficult..."

The pain in Song Jian's heart made him extremely anxious, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

His Momo has grown up.

The once gentle and innocent boy longed for him to be a hero, but he never did.

Now he wants to make up, but his teenager no longer needs a hero.

Living in this world is too difficult.

Chen Mo had already learned to live on his own.

The darkness of the night enveloped the world, and the moonlight was lazily falling on the pale faces of the survivors.

Chen Mo spoke indifferently, but in the end he was shaken by Song Jian.

He was also thinking about those old things, the brilliance of the morning light when we first met, and Song Jian's low laughter when he embraced him.

In the days without Song Jian, he learned to smoke alone. The dense smoke and the smell of tobacco can give him a little comfort in the desolate end times.

The land in the safety zone is very precious and cannot be used to grow tobacco leaves. He can only carry two packs of cigarettes with unknown names in his pocket when performing tasks outside.

He couldn't remember the brand of cigarette that Song Jian often smoked, so he had to lie to himself in his memory that it tasted the same as the smoke in his lungs.

Those who are struggling to survive in the last days need a little thought to keep themselves alive.

Chen Mo gave Song Jian the candy wrapper left by his sister, and he could only rely on Song Jian's smoke to cheer himself up.

Time passed slowly, and Chen Mo sneezed in the increasingly cold night wind.

He was rubbing his nose uncomfortably, when suddenly a warm thick jacket was draped over his still thin and thin shoulders.

Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment, then looked back.

Song Jian took off his coat and put it on him. He was only wearing a half-worn turtleneck sweater. His eyes fell deeply on his face, and those bewildered emotions spread sadly from his eyes.

Song Jian said: "Momo..."

Chen Mo glanced down at his watch, and said through the intercom: "Fang Yingchen, get ready to change shifts."

A girl's lazy voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Brother Chen, I'll go up right away, you can come back and sleep."

Chen Mo said, "Wear thick clothes, the roof is very cold."

The girl named Fang Yingchen smiled and blew a kiss to the walkie-talkie: "Brother Chen, you are so considerate."

She put on a military overcoat, walked out of the room with a gun in her hand, and was going to change shifts on the roof.

But just as she opened the door, she saw a skinny black figure crouching under the car through the blurred moonlight.

Fang Yingchen's expression turned cold: "There's something under the car!"

The black figure lying on the bottom of the car suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Yingchen. It was a bluish-white corpse face as thin as a skeleton, with gray eyes staring fiercely at her.

Chen Mo hurriedly stood up when he heard the voice: "What happened?"

The zombie lying on the bottom of the car nimbly got out, howled and rushed towards Fang Yingchen.

Fang Yingchen is an old hand, skillfully fired two shots to blow off the zombie's head, and shouted: "Get up quickly! A zombie has come in!!!"

The person on duty in the car frantically tried to turn on the X-ray machine, but yelled in horror: "Brother Chen, the fuel tank is almost empty!"

A large number of zombies rushed in.

They are no longer wild beasts that hunt by instinct, but have become a group of excellent troops that cooperate with each other tacitly.

First send the zombies to quietly cut open the fuel tank to empty the oil, so that the X-ray machine will lose its effect, and then kill the sleeping humans.

The people who were sleeping in the house rushed out to fight.

Chen Mo squatted on the edge of the roof and fired several times, clearing a way for the flustered teammates and the scientific research team, and calmly and calmly ordered: "Everyone, get in the car and get out of here immediately!"

The only one with the fuel tank destroyed was the SUV with the X-ray machine.

Another driver rushed over with a van full of people. Chen Mo shot from the roof to cover, and asked them to borrow the driver in the SUV into the big van.

The driver was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Brother Chen, what are you going to do!!!"

Chen Mo said: "Let's go! You lead the zombies away, we can survive! Go away!!!"

The driver gritted his teeth and stepped on the clutch and refused to let go. A large number of zombies were frantically beating on the car windows. The driver cried and shouted: "Brother Chen, we can't leave you alone!"

Chen Mo and Song Jian were still on the roof, and they couldn't lean over to meet them.

Chen Mo said: "It's my negligence. I didn't notice the zombies approaching. Everyone obeys my orders. Go away!"

The driver gritted his teeth with red eyes, slowly released the clutch, and the engine of the big truck roared.

Chen Mo roared: "Go!"

The driver stepped on the gas pedal, and the truck rushed out of the gate of the farmyard.

Under the huge wheels were the corpses of countless zombies. The corpse liquid was flowing amidst the screams, and the fleeing people in the large truck were also screaming in horror.

The truck gradually moved away, but the zombies did not leave.

They can't directly climb the three-meter-high roof, so they can only surround the place, making it impenetrable.

Chen Mo sat on the roof, frowned, and subconsciously looked at Song Jian.

When he was with Song Jian, he was just a silly little lunatic.

What needs to be done, how to do it, is to teach him.

Song Jian wasn't around for the past ten years, so he learned to find his own way.

But now, he began to look at Song Jian involuntarily again.

It seems that time is still stuck ten years ago, as if he is still the little fool who relies on Song Jian.

But after just one glance, Chen Mo calmed down.

Not any more.

He is no longer the dodder who needs to rely on Song Jian to survive.

He ordered his teammates to escort the scientific research team away first, because it was his mistake this time.

His mind was disturbed by Song Jian, his judgment declined, and he didn't find the approaching zombie in time, which put the whole team in danger because of him.

Fang Yingchen's voice came intermittently from the intercom: "Brother Chen, what's going on with you? We've been bitten and won't let go."

Chen Mo closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then said: "Try to find a way to get rid of the corpses, and then go south. There is a private hospital on the edge of Jiushan County. An x-ray machine, and then go west to find a small generator in the factories in the industrial area. There will be small generators for emergency use in the office buildings of these factories. After finding these things, come back and pick us up, the signal of the walkie-talkie The effective distance is ten kilometers, and we keep in touch at any time."

After explaining these words, Chen Mo took a deep breath and raised his spirits to look around.

They are already trapped here, and they must try to ensure their safety until rescue arrives.

Song Jian held the gun without saying a word, and went to check on the other side of the roof.

They had checked this roof before choosing it, and there was no other debris around it, and there was no place for zombies to climb.

Chen Mo walked around and had nothing to do, so he had to sit on the roof and watch the sky.

Dense zombies surrounded the house, howling and stretching out their hands trying to climb up.

Song Jian sat beside Chen Mo and asked, "If you weren't here, would your group of people be able to do this?"

Chen Mo said, "I don't know."

In such a world, who knows how long he can live?

He is very clear about the ability of the people brought out by Chen Mo himself.

But he didn't know how many zombies there would be in the hospitals and industrial areas of Jiushan County.

Song Jian said: "Even if everything goes well for them, they won't be back until the afternoon."

Chen Mo said, "Yes."

Song Jian said, "It's still a long time before dawn."

Chen Mo was smoking a cigarette anxiously: "Yes."

Song Jian said: "Smoking will accelerate the discomfort in the mouth, we did not bring water."

Chen Mo lowered his head and put out the cigarette butt on the old tile, as skillfully as Song Jian back then.

Song Jian was in a daze for a moment, and lowered his head to caress the back of Chen Mo's neck, but the little white rabbit from back then had grown up, his thin and handsome face was lifted up, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

Song Jian withdrew his hand with a wry smile.

The two of them continued to stay silent in the night until the sky gradually turned pale, and the gray light of the morning sun dimly shone on the earth.

Chen Mo suddenly remembered many things.

He thought of the dark and cold elevator shaft of Yan's Group, of him crying and throwing himself into Song Jian's arms, and of Song Jian saying in his ear, we must live together until the sun shines on this land again, and together in the new life Build our home in the world.

Those words were said a long time ago, so long that Chen Mo could no longer remember the way Song Jian talked to him at that time, was he making a promise, or was he perfunctorily coaxing a coquettish child with a cigarette in his head? cat.

Song Jian said: "Momo, please take care of me."

Chen Mo said: "Talk too much and my mouth feels uncomfortable, we didn't bring water up."

Song Jian picked up half a bottle of mineral water: "I brought water, can you please talk to me?"