Pale Silence

The eastern sky gradually turned pale. Song Jian put a silencer on the pistol with a cigarette in his mouth, took a pack of bullets and put it in his armed belt, put on a plastic mask, and walked towards the once extremely bustling building.

Song Jian walked around the group of corpses with ease, and walked from the VIP passage to the elevator door.

He often smokes, and the smell of cigarettes can affect the olfactory judgment of zombies to a certain extent, so as to hide his whereabouts.

Song Jian quietly entered the password to open the elevator door and walked in.

The elevator rises slowly, and through a layer of single-sided glass, you can see the slow sinking of the whole city.

Song Jian came to the top floor.

It's very empty here.

Mr. Yan was at home when the zombies broke out, and there were only a few secretaries and assistants in the entire top floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and a mutated assistant rushed over roaring.

Song Jian pinned the scabbard to the zombie's neck, raised his hand and shot the zombie's head lightly.

A lot of brains and stinky zombie blood sprayed on the mask, Song Jian skillfully wiped it with a tissue and continued walking inside.

The chairman's office is at the end of the corridor, with bulletproof glass and a password door.

Mr. Yan's personal secretary was lying on the glass, roaring with his bloody mouth open, beating the glass desperately.

Song Jian saw a wound on his arm.

The secretary probably fled into the chairman's office after being bitten. He might have thought that he had finally escaped the nightmare, but unexpectedly, he became the minion of the nightmare.

Song Jian took a deep breath and entered the password to open the door.

As soon as the zombie rushed out, it was shot in the head by Song Jian.

Song Jian walked into the chairman's office.

The place has been destroyed by the secretary who turned into a mess, the photos on the table were also thrown on the ground, and the photo frames were trampled to pieces.

Song Jian took a deep breath, and carefully found the old photo from the debris while wearing gloves.

When he was in college, Yan Ruoming's demeanor and demeanor were much more mature than those of his peers. Standing outside the school's library building with a smile and holding a book, he was more dazzling than the sun that day.

Song Jian will never forget that day.

The way out of the city was completely blocked by the crowd, and the crowd mixed with the corpses, screaming one after another.

They have been hiding in the caravan for three days, but they have not been able to drive 100 meters forward.

If this continues, there will be fewer and fewer people, and more and more zombies. Sooner or later, they will be trapped here to die.

Yan Ruoming suggested that everyone wait, at least wait until the outside calms down.

But Song Jian couldn't wait any longer.

He felt that he could take Yan Ruoming out of here.

Twenty kilometers southeast of the urban area, you can reach Yan's castle-like resort.

Yan Ruoming was silent for a while at that time, without arguing with him, he silently agreed with him.

But he was wrong, they were completely trapped in the crowd.

In a panic, Yan Ruoming pushed Song Jian out of the crowd, but he disappeared into the end of the world where people and corpses were mixed together.

Song Jian carefully put Yan Ruoming's photo into his pocket, turned around and prepared to leave.

But at the end of the corridor stood a shaky shadow.

Song Jian was worried that there were still survivors here, so he didn't dare to shoot rashly, but raised his gun and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

The figure at the end of the corridor did not answer.

Song Jian didn't ask any more questions, and fired a shot at the figure's head with a pistol equipped with a silencer.

"puff!"

But the figure swayed, but it didn't mean to fall down at all.

The lighting equipment in the building was completely extinguished, only a little cold light cast by the sun through the gap, and the corridor could barely be seen clearly.

Song Jian moved forward slowly, his leather boots stepping on the smooth and bright floor.

Just like yesterday, there were still beautiful and neat workplace beauties walking by here in high heels, and their beautiful shadows were cast on the glass walls on both sides of the corridor, radiant and moving.

Song Jian gradually approached, and saw the bullet hole he had just shot on the white wall.

Just a shadow cast on the wall by the dim sunlight.

That...the real zombie...

Song Jian felt a chill in his heart, and shot to the left suddenly.

The long-awaited zombie rushed towards him with a roar, Song Jian cursed in a low voice, raised his hand and fired.

The zombie shot in the chest screamed and fell out, then got up again and opened its mouth wide open to the fresh flesh.

Song Jian shot another shot in the zombie's head, which ended the trouble.

He felt a little uneasy.

The zombie had obviously smelled him a long time ago, but he stood there without moving, and he didn't even disturb the zombie when he shot.

Until...until he came over himself out of curiosity.

After three years of living in the last days, Song Jian thought that he had a thorough understanding of the habits of zombies.

These things have no thoughts, let alone wisdom, they are simply preying on flesh and blood driven by instinct.So for the past three years, he has been living in peace, because zombies don't use tricks like humans.

But this zombie made a behavior that was clearly regarded as "trapping".

Song Jian's back felt cold for a while.

He wanted to leave here as soon as possible, and he wanted to bring Chen Mo back to the base as soon as possible.

At this time, there was a "ding" sound from the elevator, which had just come up from downstairs and stopped in front of him.

An ominous premonition slowly rose, and cold dust floated in the sunlight.

Song Jian raised his gun to the elevator door.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

The sun shines on the floor, reflecting the shadow of the sky.

The elevator was full of zombies, scrambling to be the first, howling and rushing towards Song Jian.

Song Jian couldn't see how many zombies there were, so he could only back away while shooting.

The vip elevator was a direct elevator between the first floor and the top floor, and these zombies peeked at the password he entered and chased after him.

The elevator is not working anymore, there must be more zombies guarding the exit on the first floor!

Song Jian retreated again and again, looking for other ways out in his memory.

There are two ways to go downstairs.

One is the elevator that the employees take when they come to the top floor to report to work, and the other is the emergency staircase in the northwest corner.

Song Jian ran to the elevator first and found that the elevator was still parked on the first floor. If he had stayed here and waited for the elevator to come up, he would have been torn apart by the corpses.

With a thought, Song Jian pressed the elevator, and then started to run towards the stairs, only his own footsteps could be heard along the way.

The group of corpses behind him still pursued closely, and the sound of the elevator sounded again.

This group of zombies will not only imitate, but also learn from each other and pass on information.

Song Jian's heart became tighter and tighter.

Where did Chen Mo go alone?

Does that little idiot know the way home?

There were two zombies standing on the stairs, smelling the smell of flesh and blood, they rushed forward frantically.

Song Jian fired a gun with one hand and swung a knife with the other, forcing a bloody path and rushing down the stairs.

The more than 20 zombies gathered on this floor, roaring and rushing forward one after another.

Song Jian stepped on the handrail of the stairs and jumped up suddenly, dragging the ceiling chandelier and swinging forward, narrowly avoiding the first group of corpses that rushed over.

The crowd of empty corpses trampled on each other and rolled down the stairs in a mess.

Song Jian had nowhere to hide, so he fired two shots at the employee locker, stepped on the metal cabinet's depression, kicked hard, and quickly climbed to the top of the locker with two bang bang bangs.

He lay on the locker and lit a cigarette, trying to keep his body out of sight of the zombies, and observed the movement below with a small mirror.

The corridor is very narrow, and it is difficult for people standing in the corridor to see a person lying on the two-meter-high locker.

The group of corpses bumped into the locker twice, lost their direction due to the interference of smoke and blind spots, and wandered around looking for the missing prey.

After such a vigorous activity, Song Jian's adrenal glands accelerated, his breathing became short of breath, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the metal.

He forced himself to adjust his breathing and slowly calm down.

Too obvious physical activities will only expose him faster, and he must try to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

Song Jian lightly changed the magazine of the pistol, and observed the surrounding terrain with a small mirror.

He saw the public elevator.

The elevator was slowly rising, and stopped after reaching the top floor, and never went down again.

It seems that those zombies haven't learned how to use this kind of elevator.

Song Jian now has only one way to go.

Let the elevator down, and walk through a dozen or so wandering zombies in the corridor the moment the elevator opens, and be prepared for zombies in the elevator.

It was almost a near miss.

Song Jian fired a shot at the corridor opposite the elevator, smashing a large vase there.

The zombies were indeed attracted by the loud noise, and the large army wandered silently towards the east of the corridor.

Song Jian held the gun tightly and stared at the indicator light on the elevator.

one...two...

There were still three zombies still wandering around the elevator, but Song Jian's time was running out.

A vase won't hold the zombies' attention for long, and the army will turn around in no time.

Song Jian took a deep breath, climbed down from the locker as quietly as possible with a cigarette in his mouth, cut off a zombie's neck with a knife in one hand, and shot two other zombies in quick succession with a gun equipped with a silencer in the other hand. .

All of this was done in one go, and there was no other movement except the sound of the muffler.

Song Jian walked quickly to the elevator, and quickly pressed the elevator button with the handle of the knife before the large group of zombies noticed.

Elevators built in peaceful times always cannot understand the urgent time of the end times, and descend slowly.

Song Jian was very anxious.

The zombies who circled around the vase but found nothing finally discovered Song Jian's existence, howled one after another, and rushed towards Song Jian angrily.

Song Jian fired several shots at the group of corpses.

But the group of corpses is still getting closer, ten meters...eight meters...five meters...three meters...

Song Jian ran out of bullets, and before he had time to change the magazine, the elevator behind him made a "ding".

There may also be zombies in the elevator, but the zombies in front are already close at hand.

The stench of zombies hit his face, filling his nostrils fiercely.

Song Jian had nowhere to go, so he could only draw his sword and make a final blow.

The elevator door opened, and the zombies rushed in front of Song Jian.

Song Jian swung his knife and chopped off a rotten head.

Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot behind Song Jian.

The zombies exploded into a stinky bloody flower in front of him.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the howls of the zombies sounded like screams under the crazy gunfire of AK.

Song Jian turned his head and saw that silent and well-behaved young man who was carrying a heavy AK and shooting crazily at the corpses. His delicate and delicate face was covered with dust, dirty and pitiful, and his eyes were calm and aggrieved.

A magazine of bullets was swept away, and the elevator door was slowly closed.

Song Jian cut off an arm that was thrown in front, allowing the elevator door to close completely smoothly.

The elevator slowly sank.

Chen Mo lowered his head to change the magazine.

Song Jian wanted to touch that fluffy head wearily, but Chen Mo thought that he was going to be beaten again, so he shrunk his neck subconsciously.

Song Jian smiled bitterly: "Momo."

Chen Mo lowered his head and whispered like a mosquito humming: "Yes."