Infinite Terror of Others

Visibility was extremely low due to the thick corpse-smelling gas swirling like a thick dance. You may not be able to see where your teammates are even from a few meters away.

Before the riot broke out, the entrance and exit of the apartment where the Samsara Team was stationed was blocked by several people with large pieces of furniture. Among them, all unrelated people from each household were killed by Huang Jian. I have to say that Huang Jian, a young man, does have some similarities to Zou Hang in his personality. There are too many uncertainties that could happen if we let the living go. Rather than waiting for those uncertain factors to occur, it is better to nip them in their infancy.

Everyone, get your weapons ready. Ammo is running low. However, there is a bullet in the space bag that has not been used. It's not that they don't need to be used, it's just that those bullets are a bit strange. The cartridge case is very light and has a smooth surface, but it seems to have no weight. Two veterans who had used guns for many years were very suspicious of whether there was gunpowder in it. But since Zou Hang put it inside, it might be useful.

Led by Bai Yu, the people behind Longbao Palace formed a line and walked towards the exit. The furniture blocking the road was moved. Go down the stairs on guard. The light of a few flashlights isn't of much use at all. The sky was also gloomy, and the corpse-smelling gas turned the place into a dark gray world. The sun cannot shine directly in near noon.

The earth was pitch black. The power supply may have been disrupted by the landing fish. It may also be that high-ranking government officials ordered the supply of electricity to civilians to be cut off.

"Watch your step!" Bai Yu shouted, and M threw the small walker under his feet aside. There are some "traps" scattered in the lobby on the first floor. If you are not careful, you may get along with those infected.

Bai Yu closed her eyes tightly and focused all her attention on her ears. Listening carefully to the surrounding wind, there were only a few sporadic sharp whistles when the shells were ejected. There should only be a few walkers present.

In order to prevent falling behind, a thin rope was pulled on the left hands of several people. Carefully groping forward.

It used to be very convenient to reach WXH Island in Okinawa from Tokyo, but now that all trains and planes have stopped operating, walking there is impossible. Everyone's target is to place the strongholds of some masturbation teams established throughout Tokyo. Bai Yudao had the experience of driving the Masturbation Team's AH-1S armed helicopter, not to mention when.

But not only those walkers, (those who were infected and lost mobility and became walking mobility.) It is really not easy to deal with those masturbation teams. People are still like this. When the entire human race is in crisis, there will still be incidents of killing each other. Is it ironic or sad?

‘Ding ding ding’ ‘Whoosh’ came a crisp sound of metal hitting the cement floor. The four back to back each focused on a direction. Chu Hu's hands were still shaking, but she saw a black shadow approaching quickly from the front. The blind firing sound was just a waste of bullets. Fortunately, she was holding the gun in her hand. Just a Desert Eagle with infinite bullets. Long Bao, who was standing on her right, turned around quickly. M fired out a burst of sparks, and the shells popped out and fell to the ground.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The corpse on the walker had many small holes on its body, and the corpse-smelling gas spread out. The walking speed slowly slowed down.

"Why are you still in a daze? Let's go quickly!" At this moment, the sound of 'ding-ding-ding' in the distance seemed to be increasing. Long Bao yelled "no" in his heart and quickly shouted to Chu Hu who was still in a daze.

During the Vietnam War, an American soldier once caught a venomous snake in the jungle and killed it in the military camp. The snake's blood spread in the air. As a result, a few days later, a group of venomous snakes wandered around and gathered in the camp. Among them, no one was spared. Could it be that the 'fish' bacteria still have such effects now? Or is there an invisible force pulling the walkers around?

The remnants of the Samsara Team ran quickly in the opposite direction without any time to think.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the corpse-smelling gas floating in the air around me is mixed with a faint milky white color and a trace of black, flowing in the direction where everyone is heading. As the gas flows, the surrounding environment gradually becomes clearer, and you can vaguely see the layers of dead-like high-rise buildings and the streets full of debris on the roadside. In just one month, Tokyo, Asia's bustling financial city, turned into a lifeless ghost town.

Suddenly there was a rumble, like the roar of artillery. There were echoes in this place filled with tall buildings. As the surrounding visibility increased while running, I often noticed those bloated zombies walking towards the idle walkers around them with stench emitting from their mouths, either sideways or holding hands. Whenever it comes into contact, two rows of fishbone-like sharp irons will firmly fix it, and then two long tubes will automatically extend from the chassis of the walking machine to block the mouth and anus, and start to move. This scenario has been playing out for a month.

A crossroads turn. The roar seemed to be getting closer. Not far away.

As soon as the members of the Samsara Team arrived here, they saw a man with red spots all over his body crawling toward them. It seemed that he had only been infected by bacteria for two days, and still had some sense of autonomy. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

"Help! Come and save me." The man crawled in a hurry, ignoring the people who were already wary of him.

"The feet are coming... coming soon, the feet are coming!" Just as he said this, he saw a burst of gunshots beating him into pieces.

"What did he say? What's coming?" Long Bao put down the gun in his hand and loaded another magazine and asked.

Long Bao was at the back of the team. The three people in front blocked his view. Huang Jian swallowed his saliva, his tongue was a little knotted, and he replied in a stunned voice: "That one should be the foot he was talking about." Bar!"

A group of spider-like shapes slowly approached from the dark mist, making a "dang~" and "dang-dang" sound every time it moved. When it fully appeared in everyone's field of vision, people couldn't help but break out in cold sweat behind their backs.

A huge walking machine has four thick and slender iron spikes on each side. It looks like a whale's walker, with hundreds of corpses piled into a small hill on it. Countless tubes are circling and intertwined. In front of him, there were several people who had not completely lost consciousness like the man before, crying and crawling outside.

However, it seems all in vain-