Lost Narrative Poetry

Seeing that the seven or eight tentacles had a clear division of labor, a tentacle appeared directly above his head.

The bone blade at the end was sharp and cold, and was still reflecting an icy luster and murderous intent. It slowly approached the center of my vision blurred by tears, as if it was about to pierce the center of my eyebrows——

This group of thugs howling out of fear and pain suddenly collapsed completely. Various sounds such as begging for mercy, crying, shirking responsibility, crazy cursing, etc. came out from the tears and noses, and it seemed that Extremely chaotic and embarrassing.

Moreover, it was completely inconsistent with the red-eyed violence and domineering desire to commit violence and murder.

"What is 1000-7?" Xia Ran frowned and asked again.

But one thing that is obvious is that at this time, the thugs, who were suffering from fear and pain because their palms were cut off, and whose nerves were stimulated by the threat of death, had no way of doing a math problem.

No matter how simple this math problem is, their barren brains are now completely filled with fear and confusion. They don't even know what they are shouting and crying about, and they have no extra attention to do mental calculations. one time.

Or rather, they didn't even understand the question clearly, and they didn't understand what the consequences would be if they couldn't answer it.

The howling wind sounded!

Seven or eight tentacles fell down at the same instant, and the sharp bone blades pierced the heads of every thug, causing their croaking to stop abruptly!

Everyone's eyes subconsciously widened to their maximum size, full of fear and disbelief. They could not believe that they had died like this, that they had died worthlessly, and that they had not had time to realize any great ambitions or lofty ideals.

It shouldn't be like this! It can't be like this!

Why are they themselves the ones who die? Shouldn't they just kill their enemies easily? Why did it all happen the other way around?

Just like he had just killed the thug named Hamasaki, seven or eight information prompts sounded in Xia Ran's consciousness almost at the same time.

——Whether it is salvation or destruction, any action that changes the original trajectory of destiny will be rewarded.

Next, should we select a few of the worst offenders to scare the monkeys, or should we kill them all?

Xia Ran glanced at his increasing points, then slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, staring at the group of people over there, or to be precise, at the remaining thugs.

However, at this time, the group of students couldn't tell the difference.

They just saw that the monster mercilessly and simply killed the seven or eight thugs, retracted its snake-like tentacles, and then slowly turned its head to look in their direction.

So for a moment, my mind went blank.

"What is 1000-7 equal to?"

A cold voice sounded, and the monster asked very indifferently such a question that seemed to have been repeated several times just now.

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"..."

No one can answer such a question.

Just like those students, the remaining thugs only felt that their bodies were stiff and unable to move, and their minds were even more muddled. They didn't know what they were thinking randomly and instinctively.

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at the same time.

At the end of the street outside the large department store, a group of people were running in this direction with a clear goal.

And it seems that half of them have pretty good skills. They can wave their weapons while running, and hit the zombies in front of them with a single blow to the head, or use a modified nail gun to shoot them. Hit the head to complete the kill.

The remaining half of the people followed closely behind the person who opened the way. Even if they were not positioned as a combat unit, they still had to try to keep up with the team and not be left too behind... They even had some energy left to talk.

But this is probably because the streets are empty and there are really not many dead zombies wandering around.

Looking from one side to the other, one can count how many sparse zombies there are at a glance. To put it bluntly, a person in a wheelchair can avoid them and rush between them. .

However, for the sake of safety, Yako Busujima and others chose to clean up as much as possible to prevent the non-combatants behind them from encountering accidents.

After all, it's really hard to reassure people. Saya Takagi has no melee ability, Shizuka Marikawa is naturally a little too lazy, and Alice, who was rescued by them last night, is still an elementary school student.

In addition, there is a dog...

Putting them all together, they may not be able to deal with a dead zombie head-on, so they should try to choose a safer method. There are not many zombies anyway, so they can defeat them with a few more swings of the weapon.

"This area has been cleared before, so the number of zombies is very rare. You still remember the commercial plaza... so we just need to pass through quickly without making too much noise."

Miyamoto Rei said this out of breath, her face was gloomy, and she seemed to be very disgusted.

The same goes for everyone else. Fortunately, they didn't have time to have breakfast this morning. Otherwise, the square area would have been enough for them to vomit all their overnight meals... because it was so damn disgusting.

They already regretted their decision to go there specifically to investigate information. Although from an objective perspective, this was really a good thing for the remaining human survivors, it could not change their frenzied behavior. Nature.

"That's what I said, but you heard the sound just now, right...it came from the mall." Saya Gaocheng tightened her face, "We are not the only survivors."

"Maybe it was another organized team that carried out the big purge last night?" Komuro Takashi tried to think in a positive direction, "Their target was that large department store, right? They may be in trouble now. , we have to rush there quickly..."

In fact, they searched this area this morning and found that the number of dead zombies was extremely rare. They were keenly aware that someone was consciously cleaning up the area.

Immediately afterwards, Takagi Saya discovered that there was a large department store with abundant supplies nearby, and deduced that the target of the unknown team should be there, and their wisest choice was to go there——

After all, no one can eat the wind and drink the dew without eating or drinking. In a short period of time, they don't need to think about food and water. They can find some in convenience stores on the street or in random houses.

But there is no comparison between these dispersed resources and centralized material warehouses. If they want to consider the long term, they must make preparations in advance... No matter what, they must go and take a look first, there may be opportunities. .

"You think too wonderfully... Don't forget what happened last night. Human beings' madness and malice are definitely no less than those things!"

However, Takagi Saya unceremoniously refutes Komuro Takashi's innocence.

"Anyway, don't let down your guard. Not everyone has good intentions. An unknown team may be a more terrifying threat to others than zombies."

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"..."

Komuro Takashi's expression suddenly became ugly, but there was no way to deny it, because Takagi Saya was right.

Last night, due to wrong judgment, they did not successfully cross the river and embrace a safe tomorrow. Instead, they had to abandon the car and flee because of the onslaught of corpses.

Many people died from the mouths of zombies, many died from the weapons of their companions, many people fell into the river and drowned alive in the chaos... Only one person survived, and the same was true for this group of people.

Apart from them, almost all the students on the bus were dead. Perhaps some were still alive, but they were separated from them and could not escape together.

The school bus was first breached because a group of red-eyed people wanted to seize this safer mobile fortress. Before the dead zombies swept over, they violently smashed open the door, triggering a conflict and killing two people on the spot. Death of student.

Then there was the new little girl who joined the team, Shirley Alice's father, who also died under the so-called humanity. They only had time to save the little girl... In the face of the disaster, the order of morality, law and so on completely collapsed, and human beings Madness and malice are more terrifying than the appetite instinct of the dead zombies.

"Okay, we're here... Anyway, let's go take a look first."

Yako Busujima said, clenching the white oak wooden sword in his hand, with an obvious look of exhaustion on his face.

Everyone looked up and found that the door of the large department store was across the intersection. Faint screams came from it, attracting the attention of the few zombies around.

No matter what, there should be a battle between humans and monsters going on inside, and the situation is pretty bad.

This is the issue that should be taken seriously at present.

Busujima Yaozi looked at each other with the few people behind him, and then these combatants rushed over at the lead, followed closely by the others.

Then--

Everyone was stunned at the gate, because what was happening inside the mall was not the life-and-death fight between humans and zombies as imagined, but more tragic, weird, and terrifying.

There was blood and flesh flying all over the ground...

Corpses were scattered everywhere...

Not far in front of them, seven or eight relatively complete corpses were lying on the ground, their eyes widened in disbelief, one of their palms was cut off, and a large hole appeared in the center of their foreheads...

The pool of blood under his body has not yet solidified and is brightly colored, as if he had just died...

——"What is 972-7?"

A cold voice sounded, attracting their attention.

In the center of the hall surrounded by a pile of corpses, there was a humanoid monster surrounded by several giant snake-like tentacles, facing them sideways, leaning down and questioning a man who was struggling in a pool of blood, crying and wailing. bloody man.

Probably because he only had time to cry out and not answer the question, a tentacle suddenly flashed, and the bone sharp blade cut through the air and pierced the flesh!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The howling voice became even shriller and more brutal.

"What is 972-7?" The voice asked again, without any ripples, pity, or sympathy.

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"..."

Busujima Yako and the others stood at the door, staring blankly at this strange, terrifying and incomprehensible scene. They felt that their bodies were completely frozen, and an unusually terrifying feeling flooded them like a tide.