Data Wasteland

Dr2616-10-29, am9:16

A team is walking forward on a rugged mountain road in the northern part of the Red Rock Mountains.

Surrounded by barren mountains, the red rocks stand tall and bare, with weeds growing in the crevices or covered with dry moss.

This team has different costumes. There are men and women, old and young. It is not like a team working in the mountains. The newest team is tourists traveling outdoors.

But there is not much scenery to see here, only the endless red weathered rock.

Walking at the forefront of the team was a tall man wearing a camouflage vest, showing the solid muscles of his arms. His head was wrapped in red cloth, a combat dagger was tied to his chest, and an assault rifle hung across the big bag behind his back. It appeared to be a mercenary who often walked in the wild.

Behind the man was a blond girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, with two braids tied behind her head, and a Uzi submachine gun hung on her chest.

Like the man in front of her, she carried a huge suitcase. The luggage looks very heavy, leaving deep footprints wherever you go. In contrast, she was a little out of tune with her slender body. It is not difficult to see that her level of evolution is higher than that of the others in the team.

Although the others also carried their bags, they were far from her size and weight.

The girl's eyes are clever, even in this barren rocky mountain area, she still looks around, full of curiosity.

Walking behind the girl was a woman in her early forties, with a tired look, fine beads of sweat leaking out of her forehead, and she took out a handkerchief and wiped it from time to time. Although his face and clothes were stained with a lot of red dirt and looked a little embarrassed, he could still see the dignity of pampering.

Behind them were two men and two women. The older man was dressed in a formal dress and a housekeeper, followed by a handyman, a maid, and a cook.

Perhaps it was a long journey, and I was a little tired. No one in the team spoke, and they all walked silently.

When passing by an abandoned mine, a small noise suddenly came out from the dark mine.

The man in the front immediately raised his palm, motioned to the person behind to stop, and then looked forward with his waist.

"Hululu, Hululu..."

The voice became clearer and clearer, like a heavy and muddy breath.

"Ah!" The middle-aged maid behind was too nervous, stepped on the stone and fell over, exclaiming loudly.

Suddenly, there was a low roar in the mine, the footsteps were messy, and something seemed to be rushing out.

The man's complexion changed drastically. While unloading his suitcase and holding the gun, he shouted backwards: "Living corpse, it's a living corpse, ready to fight!"

Others hurriedly threw down their bags to find a place to cover, but the girl looked excited, carrying the bags on her back and jumped directly onto the raised stones, occupying the commanding heights.

"Wow!"

In a blink of an eye, a large number of the living dead gushed out of the mine. They have dry skin, sunken eye sockets, and worn safety helmets on their heads. They stretched out their hands and rushed towards the team.

The sallow skin is attached to the bone, the knuckles are distinct, and the nails are black and sharp, reflecting cold light in the sun.

"Come back, it's dangerous!" The lady hurriedly took out the small pistol from her handbag, hid behind the rock, and shouted anxiously at the girl. As a mother, I always worry about my child.

"Old woman, just take care of yourself!" The girl said without looking back at the living dead who rushed out, "Don't shoot yourself or hit me."

The living dead roared and rushed, salivating from their mouths opened to the limit, with terrifying faces.

"Come on, silly dog!"

The girl yelled, holding up the Uzi submachine gun and firing frantically.

The scorching bullet hit the living corpse, and suddenly flesh and blood flew, the helmet on the head was smashed, and the corrupted plastic pieces were scattered on the ground.

As one of the most classic firearms, after the cataclysm, the Uzi submachine gun is still one of the mass-produced firearms. Reliable design, compact frame, and 50 rounds of large-capacity magazines are very popular among female fighters.

On the other side, the male soldier held an assault rifle and continued to fire. The corpses rushing in front had their heads headshot and fell straight down.

Compared with the girl's random shooting, his shooting is much more accurate, relatively saving ammunition, and efficient.

After one round of shooting, the living corpse fell one third.

"Kakka..."

After the bullet was hit, the girl quickly took off the magazine, took out a new one from the side pocket of the backpack, and continued shooting.

In less than three minutes, the living corpses were wiped out. A few scattered ones rushed out of the mine, and were killed by the male soldiers who came forward to look at them by drawing out their pistols.

"It's a mine corpse."

The male soldier judged.

During the cataclysm, many people who were infected with the living corpse virus, but who had not yet become ill, were driven into abandoned mines, and then blown up piece by piece, burying them alive.

The practice is very cruel, but it is helpless.

After a long time, these living corpses dug up the soil and crawled out.

The red earth world is very large, the equator is close to 120,000 kilometers, 2.9 times that of the earth, so the population in its heyday is very large.

According to historical records, the total human population before the cataclysm reached 50 billion.

After the cataclysm, the population was only 70 million. In other words, the number of humans who died during the cataclysm was close to 50 billion.

According to a rough statistics made by the Human Survival Committee, excluding those killed and swallowed by undercurrent creatures during the cataclysm, or humans killed after the outbreak of the living corpse virus, there are close to 700 billion living corpses.

That's right, it is 700 billion.

Because in addition to the 35 billion living corpses produced by the red earth world itself, there are also living corpses of humans in different worlds brought over by the undercurrent of time and space.

There is such a description in history books.

"The stiff corpse gushes out of a different space like a flood, like the river of hell."

"The whole city was covered and destroyed by dead bodies, and the subways and sewers were all filled with dead bodies."

"People have become accustomed to the smell of corpses, as if it's just a part of the air."

"Crows flocked in groups, like locusts, covering the entire sky."

"Part of the corpse came back to life, grabbed the crow that was too late to fly away and stuffed it into his mouth. Blood and black feathers were scattered everywhere."

"If this is a punishment from a **** to humans, it would be too cruel..."

Hundreds of billions of living corpses are hidden in the soil and ruins, appearing from time to time.

Due to the large number, scattered distribution, and various uncertainties, the local governing body will not send people specifically to clean up and waste manpower and material resources as long as there is no major event.

This thing is the same as mine clearance after the war. It is extremely difficult. It can only clean the densely populated areas, and no man's land is usually ignored. To really do a complete cleaning, the manpower and material resources consumed are absolutely astronomical.

There are 700 billion living corpses, and the current population is only more than 3 billion. You can think of it with your toes, and cleaning is impossible.

However, it is precisely because of these large and ubiquitous living corpses that they feed a large number of low-level mercenaries and corpse merchants. After all, mutant creatures are generally powerful, but living corpses are relatively weak. They hunt the living corpses and sell them to the corpse merchants, and then the corpse merchants send them to the factory to refine low-level evolution potions.

And these evolutionary medicines will be sold back to mercenaries, which will circulate and form an entire industrial chain.

Moreover, living corpses are also the main source of food for mutant creatures. If there is no such living

Corpse, mutant creatures can only eat humans.

"Farther ahead is the border between the Principality of Red Rock and the Principality of Red Dragon, where there are intermittent Internet signals."

The male soldier took out the simple map, checked it, and said, "There will be no signal after crossing the border. The email should be sent as soon as possible. Then there is a large refugee village 12 kilometers away. We will try to get there before dark."

"Is it safe?" the lady asked worriedly.

"Who knows." The male soldier shrugged.

"I must remind you, Mr. Brook, your answer is a little perfunctory." The lady said seriously, "Don't forget, you promised Miss Guihu to deliver us to our destination safely."

This group of people, it was Mrs. Ursula, her daughter Marguerite, and four servants who had escaped from Ice Blue City following the arrangement of the ghost fox.

And this male warrior named Brook was commissioned by the ghost fox to **** them to the guard and guide of Orchid Town.

According to Guihu, her former man was a second lieutenant of the Guards of the Ice Blue City. Later, he was killed by a so-called friend. Guihu avenged him, and was dismissed from his post and exiled to the Continent. And Brook is her man's cousin, because of this relationship, it is more reliable.

"There is no absolute safety in the wasteland," Brooke said. "If you can bear not taking a bath for a few days and you don't call out mosquitoes at night, we can just find a place to camp."

Mrs. Ursula thought for a moment, then glared at the free and loose guy, and said, "I hope you keep your promise and don't play tricks."

"I said, Madam, what tricks can I do? Your daughter is quasi-guard, what can I do as an elite?" Brooke said bitterly. On the way, the other party was suspicious, driving him crazy.

"That's because she is diligent enough and inherited the noble blood of her father." Mrs. Ursula raised her chin with a look of pride.

"Yes, yes, what you said..." Brooke agreed, turning his head and making a face, without much awe.

Although Mrs. Ursula is the widow of the earl and the title is very high, the actual status is not very high, because her husband, the earl of Ursula, is just an honorary noble.

Honorary aristocracy refers to aristocrats without fiefs, and there is an essential gap between them and powerful aristocrats. For example, even though Ye Yang Zhengxiong, the head of the Yeyang family, is only a viscount, he has actual control over several streets of Gray Point City, which can continuously generate benefits and maintain the operation of the family.

The Ursula family relied purely on wages and knighthood subsidies, and could not support many people.

Although their titles are high, their actual status may not be as good as the mayor of a fringe town.

"Don't pay attention to her, she's just an antique." Marguerite patted Brooke on the shoulder and chased up from behind.

"Madam's concerns are not entirely unreasonable. Let's be careful." Brooke said.

"What a boring guy." Marguerite rolled her eyes, her expression was very unhappy, then took out a square candy cube, tore off the wrapping paper and threw it into her mouth.

"Snapped!"

As the pink bubbles exploded, Mrs. Ursula's voice rang behind her, "Marguerite, how many times have I told you that bubble gum is not something a lady should touch."

"Oh oh~"

Marguerite speeded up her pace while she was perfunctory. She had the quasi-guard level strength and disappeared.

"This boy, I'm really angry!" Mrs. Ursula stomped her feet with anger, and the old butler and maid quickly stepped forward to comfort her.

"The young lady is still in the youth rebellious period, so don't be angry, madam." "Yes, yes."

"When you see her master, you must let him take care of it. This guy, no matter what, it's going to change the sky." Mrs. Ursula said, rubbing her forehead.