Chapter 23: She can't live long

One of the biggest benefits after the disaster is that the streets are abandoned cars, and many people don’t even pull out the car keys, and they run away. Of course, this is also closely related to the insurance system in the United States. If it is domestic, car owners will probably take a few seconds to lock their car. So as long as they think and have the ability, there are always various cars to choose from, provided that there is gasoline. Of course, it is best to check the car before choosing, and if there is any previous car owner who would rather die until the disease occurs. This is not Alaska, where the outdoor temperature is above zero degrees for most of a year. The corpse after natural degradation after half a year is not something that humans can forbidden.

Ye Zhiqiu was sitting in the carriage of a pickup truck with an m21 in his arms. Aubrey was fiddling with his new toys above his head, and asked him questions from time to time. The m134 ammunition supply mechanism is very complicated, and even has requirements for the curvature of the ammunition chain conveying. It is definitely not something that can be played with just a little effort. Moreover, once this thing breaks down, there is basically no hope of repair in wartime. Although Ye Zhiqiu wanted to have a mobile turret follow, he finally decided to put the machine gun on the roof of the pickup truck. It took a little trouble to fix it. Tony's large-caliber pistol took some effort. Ye Zhiqiu used it to punch a few holes in the roof. In addition to the higher danger when it was drilled, the effect was still very good. The consequence was that only one of Tony's two guns now had bullets, which at least made Carlos and others let go half of his heart.

Since I can't feel completely relieved, Tony became the temporary driver. Although everyone is also skeptical about Tony's driving skills, at least there is no need to worry about the bullets of 50 flying around on their heads.

Chris stood in the carriage, looking around, hoping to discover valuable targets. Tony's car was driving around and he had to hold the roof tightly with his hands. This cannot be blamed on Tony's technology. When they rushed out of this road, they were attacked by zombies all the way, and they were shot to death. Most of the people who were hit by the car were directly pinned under the car. The two school buses were pressed over and turned into a pool of rotten meat. It was not easy to shovel it up, but it was difficult to drive over smoothly.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the two soldiers sitting at the other end and lit cigarettes with each other and took out a pack of chewing gum from his pocket. This problem was learned from Carlos. Who said that he could only influence others? Every day when they are together, Ye Zhiqiu will be affected by some others. He pulled out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and then shook the rest to Chris.

Chris hesitated for a moment, took it and took out a piece, returned the rest to him, and said, "Your supplies are doing well."

"We are in the United States." Ye Zhiqiu said: "When did Uncle Sam treat his warriors badly?" He waved: "Sit for a while, if you find the survivor, there will be a fight."

Chris put the gum into his mouth and chewed it hard. He lacked everything here, and taking a bath and brushing his teeth were all hopes, let alone eating candy. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "I don't want to miss the survivor."

"No one thought." Ye Zhiqiu said, "We are not here to travel." He pointed to the intact building on the roadside: "This is the zombie territory, right? No one will appear here."

Chris was silent. He thought for a while before saying, "This is our home, but it was occupied by zombies later."

"Forget it." Ye Zhiqiu laughed: "We are here to catch people, not to declare sovereignty. Do you still want to hold a flag-raising ceremony?"

Chris was still trying to speak, but the car suddenly stopped and almost bit his tongue. He was shocked to see Ye Zhiqiu jumping up in the swaying car. The m21 in his hand had been flattened and pointed forward. Following Ye Zhiqiu's gaze, a man was struggling on the ground about one hundred meters ahead of the car.

The pickup truck slowly stopped, at least one hundred meters away from the man. Everyone looked at the man struggling on the ground. After a while, Aubrey murmured, "What is this?"

"He is not afraid of the sun." Ye Zhiqiu said: "It should be alone."

"What should we do?" Aubrey asked.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at him, and before he could speak, Chris had already jumped out of the car: "Don't forget the purpose of our return."

"I think he made it very clear." Ye Zhiqiu pressed Aubrey's shoulder: "Everyone stayed in the car." As he said that, he also jumped out of the car with Chris.

Chris looked back at him, without saying a word, holding m16 and running towards the man. Ye Zhiqiu followed him one step away, running while looking around. In the morning, he was bombed on the school bus and lost the opportunity to observe the environment outside the car for a long time, so he couldn't remember where this section was, so he could only judge that it would not be too far from where they got on the car.

The distance of one hundred meters was not far away, and soon arrived at the person. The person's lower body looked injured, so he couldn't sit up after struggling for so long. He had to support the ground with both hands and judged from his long hair hanging down from his head that this person was probably a woman, and of course, it could not rule out that he was a man, because this person was half-sitting on the ground, his clothes were torn and rotten, and he was covered in blood and soil, so he really couldn't tell what his figure was like.

At this time, Chris finally showed that he was a special policeman. He did not rashly approach the past, but stopped three or four meters away from the man, half-squatted down and asked, "Can you hear me?"

The man heard Chris's voice and slowly raised his head. His long hair slid away from his cheeks, revealing a pale face. Chris screamed in disbelief, and his body suddenly jumped away, almost hitting Ye Zhiqiu who deliberately staggered his body.

Ye Zhiqiu was shocked by him, thinking that the rabbit who was hit by the arrow might not have such a fast way. He looked up at the man and was immediately surprised.

It was a face that was difficult to describe. Even under normal circumstances, this face was considered ugly. In addition, it seemed even more scary in such places where zombies were full of zombies. The lower lip was turned up, revealing half of the browned teeth. The pale facial skin was covered with blood, and most of it had solidified, but the scars under the blood were still visible. Basically, this face did not need to wear makeup when it was a car accident.

Ye Zhiqiu took a breath and hesitated: "Can you understand what I said?"

The man looked at him and stared at his eyes. The two of them looked at each other. Chris next to him slowly raised his gun and pointed it at the target in front of him.

"She is a human." Ye Zhiqiu said coldly: "I don't know what happened, but she is a human, not a zombie."

Chris hesitated for a moment, finally put down his gun, looked at the person who was still in a cockfight with Ye Zhiqiu, and whispered: "It's so unbelievable."

"Yes." Ye Zhiqiu moved his left hand carefully and shook it in front of the other person's eyes: "Can you speak?"

The man turned his head slightly, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said at a very slow speed: "I'm still alive."

"Yes." Ye Zhiqiu said: "You are still alive. What happened?"

The man opened his mouth wide and wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and finally didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his head. Ye Zhiqiu saw water droplets reflecting the sunlight flowing down from the tip of her nose.

He gestured to Chris, handed the rifle to Chris, leaned forward, and gently hugged the woman. The man's body was shocked, twisted in horror twice, and finally stopped.

Ye Zhiqiu slowly put her on the ground and reached out to touch her for a while. I have to say that the woman was covered in bones and her skin was mixed with blood. She felt really bad. Chris, who was on the side, looked at Ye Zhiqiu's movements, and her face showed a disgusting expression.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up at him and whispered: "Her lumbar spine has broken. I guess she won't live long."
Chapter completed!