Pale Silence

The germinated seeds slowly pushed open the soft and moist soil, and slowly opened their arms against the wind, trying hard to touch the sun.

All life on this planet will instinctively long for sunlight.

But some things will not, such as the demons and monsters that breed in the shadows, such as Shen Hewen and Zhao Yan.

It was not that they had no choice, but they still chose to fall into hell.

Before the bomb exploded, Chen Mo was pulled into Shen Hewen's illusion again.

All the corpses here had disappeared, only Shen Hewen sat alone on the throne, looking into the distance with dull gray eyes.

This crazy king has already lost everything, and the one who was by his side in the end was his old enemy.

Perhaps this cannot be called an old enemy.

Shen Hewen never looked down on him, thinking that he was a child, an insignificant ant.

It probably never occurred to him that the taciturn child would end his world.

Maybe he knew, but he still didn't end Chen Mo's life before Chen Mo grew up.

There will be many, many choices in life, and only the god of destiny knows where these decisions will lead.

Just like Chen Mo left with Song Jian back then.

Just like Shen Hewen didn't kill Chen Mo ten years ago.

Chen Mo stood under Shen Hewen's lofty throne, raised his head, and remained silent.

Shen Hewen looked down at him for a long, long time.

The high fever completely overwhelmed Chen Mo's body. He stood among the zombies all over the place, holding his gun staggeringly, still in a cautious posture, but he fell slowly and passed out silently among the zombies.

In the hallucination, Shen Hewen stepped off the throne and walked slowly into the distance alone, his old body swaying.

The gray mist gradually dissipated, and it turned out that the world was still the same, with green branches stretching not far away, and you could see white clouds and blue sky when you looked up.

The world never changes.

The so-called new world is nothing but a wall in one's heart.

Chen Mo fell into a drowsy sleep for an unknown amount of time, but he slept peacefully.

There was only one thought in his mind: "It's over."

It's over and everything will be fine.

Except for himself.

In his drowsiness, Chen Mo recalled those people in a daze, recalling Song Jian's appearance, from the first meeting to the parting.

Song Jian is smarter and more mature than him. In front of Song Jian, he will always be like a child who is at a loss, following Song Jian foolishly, like a little tail tied to Song Jian's body.

Now he has become an adult in charge, but the past has never disappeared, he is still not as smart as Song Jian, not as calm as Song Jian.Song Jian said a lot, but he could not listen to much.

Song Jian was right.

They are all human beings, their lives are so fragile and their abilities are so limited, they are just a little ant that cannot resist under the fate.

How can such a fragile life force itself to be as strong as a god.

Song Jian died, that was Song Jian's own choice.

The greatness of death, the radiance of death.

He should accept all this well, like a mature and calm adult, set up a tombstone for Song Jian, bury Song Jian's relics or corpse deep in the cemetery outside the safe zone, go to worship, and say goodbye.

He should.

He is a mature adult, and he shouldn't be like a child, falling into sadness and unable to extricate himself.

But he fell asleep, fell into a deep sleep, but there were tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, silently soaking through his temples, his fingertips trembling and embracing AK in his hand, as if embracing a person who had gone away.

It turned out that he had never grown up, and he couldn't say goodbye to Song Jian like an adult.

When he was young, he had never touched a gun, and he stumbled to survive with cold weapons.

Song Jian hugged him from behind, smoked a cigarette, and the ash fell on his shoulders. His low and hoarse voice slowly taught him how to shoot, and made him happy with the precious bullets in the last days as toys.

Song Jian may have a purpose, or may have ulterior motives.

But are those things really important?

Chen Mo wept silently, unconscious from the high fever, and no longer knew whether he was dead or alive.

Someone was calling his name.

Fang Yingchen, Xia Kai, Qin Wei, and even Yang Tianhu.

These people shouted heart-piercingly one by one, as if shouting like this could keep him alive.

But Chen Mo didn't want to live.

He lived too tired, too bitter, too lonely.

He knew that they were just human beings, and mortals always had to do something, and there were always things they couldn't do.

But he couldn't accept the mistakes he made, he couldn't accept it, and he just watched Song Jian die in front of him.

It was he who agreed with Song Jian to search for Shen Hewen in that crazy way, and it was he who agreed to let Song Jian, who was not in good condition, follow him into the most dangerous old city.

If he could stop Song Jian at any time, even if he left Song Jian by Qin Wei's side before the final battle, Song Jian would not quietly mutate alone while he was sleeping, and would not die like this.

Chen Mo lost the fighting spirit to live, he couldn't bear such suffering day after day.

He is not that strong, not strong enough to use a lifetime of guilt to repay the serious consequences of his wrong judgment.

But his body is too strong.

He is the only living antibody known in the world, no matter how much zombie virus enters his body, it will be defeated by his own immune system.

He will heal himself, he will gradually get better, he will regain his sanity bit by bit, and he will continue to live his life.

No matter how unwilling he is, no matter how painful, no matter how fearful he is to bear, his body will force him to get better slowly.

His fever gradually faded, and he began to feel everything around him more clearly.

Even if he didn't want to open his eyes, he could still smell the disinfectant from the hospital in the safe area, and he could hear the cheers of the crowd outside celebrating their victory.

The survivors of this protracted war since the outbreak finally arrived at a beautiful counterattack.

The corpse king is dead, and they have powerful enough weapons.

The newborn sun shines on the land, making it warm and pleasant, without the coldness of the past.

Yes, everything is wonderful.

For all those who sacrificed, they got a better world that was totally worth the sacrifice.

Only Chen Mo was still lying in the hospital in the safe area, the sun soothing his body, but he was already like a dead corpse, with no life left.

Qin Wei sat by the bed and peeled oranges, and said in a low voice: "The third group of people has gone out, and they will continue to look for Song Jian's whereabouts. There are too many corpses in the school, and it will take a long time to find them one by one... ..." She paused, her voice choked up, and said in a low voice, "Chen Mo, as long as Song Jian's body can't be found for a day, we will live on. This is what he sacrificed his life for."

Chen Mo lay quietly on the bed for a long time before he uttered the first sentence he thought these days. He was hoarse and exhausted, like a piece of glass that could never be put together after being completely broken, just like that gently Said: "You know Song Jian's plan, right?"

Qin Wei chewed the orange slowly, and said softly after a long time: "That's the worst outcome, he still wants to live...I'm also trying to keep him alive..."

Chen Mo said, "You should have told me."

Qin Wei didn't speak.

It was Song Jian's decision not to tell Chen Mo at that time.

Song Jian knew Chen Mo too well.

With Chen Mo's personality, if he knew that Song Jian had plans to die, he would not agree to the plan anyway.

But Song Jian said that if he chose to use himself as a sacrifice, he had the intention of dying without a whole body.

If you tell Chen Mo, Chen Mo will never allow this to happen.

Qin Wei put the peeled orange into Chen Mo's hand, and said in a low voice, "Your recovery is slow, but you're fine."

Chen Mo said, "Yes."

His heart is a piece of empty ashes, but he has been slowly getting better with time.

Song Jian once said that the human body is born with the ability to heal itself, as long as it survives, it will gradually get better.

Whether it's a physical injury or a heartache, everything will be fine.

Chen Mo's self-healing ability is stronger than anyone else's. Perhaps after a long time, he will even forget the appearance of his scars, and walk towards a new life alone.

Shen Hewen is dead, and the zombies have no new king.

Armed with more powerful weapons, the survivors fought their way through a world that had been destroyed for years.

The safe zone connects with other survivors, opens roads together, shares weapons and ammunition, weaves a large net in the world full of corpses, and slowly cleans up the zombies wandering on the mainland.

Chen Mo's body recovered slowly, but the world didn't need him that much anymore.

So he took a small team, equipped with ammunition and weapons, and returned to his hometown of Jiushan County, where he set up camp and established a new base.

They have already established many such bases. The goal of the alliance is that the distance between these small bases should not exceed [-] kilometers, so that they can communicate with each other and ensure safety.

Xia Kai and Fang Yingchen also followed Chen Mo to Jiushan County. Chen Mo looked helplessly at the two lively kids and said, "You don't stay in the safe zone, why come out with me to open up wasteland?"

Jiushan County is no better than a safe area. It has been occupied by zombies for many years, and resources and food are scarce. Everything has to be started from scratch.

Xia Kai and Fang Yingchen looked at each other, panicked awkwardly, and said they were not round.

Chen Mo guessed that it must be that Yang Tianhu was worried about him, afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he sent two particularly noisy children to follow him, lively and lively around him.

Chen Mo smiled, and didn't expose Yang Tianhu's small thoughts, but often sent letters to ask about the search in the old city.

There are too many zombies there.

The two zombie nuclear bombs exploded at the same time, and the power was even more terrifying than Qin Wei imagined.

The zombies in and out of the old city for several kilometers were killed almost instantly. The corpses were piled up on the ground, and the faces of all the zombies were extremely distorted. It was impossible to find where Song Jian was.

Chen Mo suggested that Song Jian last appeared in the corridor of the teaching building, but the search team did not find Song Jian there.

When the bomb detonated, Chen Mo was in a bad state of mind, and everyone wondered if he was hallucinating.

Chen Mo didn't want to argue with his companions on this matter, so he didn't say much, but often asked the companions in charge of cleaning up the old city if they had seen Song Jian's body.