Lost Narrative Poetry

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

The one who made such a shrill cry was a boy. His eyes were red and his arms were shaking, but he still held the heavy steel pipe in his hand, yelled and forced himself to rush forward, and swung down the weapon in his hand!

Although at the last moment, he closed his eyes subconsciously, the powerful and fierce blow still poured into all his determination and strength from the previous moment, and directly opened the head of a dead zombie in front of him!

——Bang! !

A very dull sound sounded, and the violent shock made the boy's hands and mouth feel numb.

If he hadn't subconsciously clenched the fingers of both hands and used all his strength to suck, the steel pipe might have flown out of his hands.

The boy who felt like something had been splattered on his body and face opened his eyes again, and what he saw was the "person" in front of him falling straight backwards, his head looking like a ripe rotten watermelon.

However, he did not feel any joy and shouted "I did it" on the spot. Instead, he seemed to be shocked by this scene and lost all his courage.

"Huh...huh..."

He slowly opened his mouth wide and gasped for air. His eyes seemed to be frightened. His face suddenly turned completely pale, and the steel pipe in his hand fell weakly to the ground.

Then, with his legs weak, he sat down and muttered something to himself.

"I killed someone...I killed someone..."

Although those are dead zombies, not everyone can adjust their psychological cognition immediately.

There is probably no difference between the psychological impact of blowing the head off a dead zombie and blowing off a person's head with your own hands to the flowers in these greenhouses.

After all, I didn’t even have the experience of killing a chicken before, so how could I easily accept this situation of blowing a person’s head off... In fact, because it has only been two days since the disaster developed, there really isn’t much. Give them time to adjust their mentality.

Moreover, no matter how inhuman and emotionless the dead zombies are, one basic fact that cannot be denied is that they were still human beings before yesterday, and the outlines of humans can still be seen in their current appearance.

So, just like now, the result is like this, letting them kill zombies is no different from killing people——

After blowing the head of a dead zombie with his own hands, the boy collapsed, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his whole body showed a kind of weakness from the very bones.

It's not that he didn't know how critical the current situation was, but all his courage was shaken away by the impact. His hands and feet were weak, as weak as noodles.

The whole person, the whole brain, the whole consciousness and all the thoughts are completely occupied by the idea of ​​​​killing someone, and there is no extra processing power left to consider other issues.

until--

"Roar..." A low roar sounded, interrupting the boy's mumbling like Xiang Lin's wife.

"...!!"

The boy was startled and looked up subconsciously. The pupils in his eyes instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, full of fear! He saw two dead zombies not far away, raising their arms to reveal bones and flesh, and they rushed towards him!

Only then did he realize that while he was slumping on the ground in a daze, talking to himself, he had already brought these deadly things close to him... This distance was very dangerous, and if he didn't take action, he would Eaten alive by these two dead zombies!

However, he tried his best but could not make himself move. The fear in his heart seemed to suppress the nerve instructions. Even if he desperately gave orders to his muscles, his weak legs had no strength at all, and he could not even open his mouth. Make a sound.

From the perspective of a bystander, this man was just sitting there waiting for death, with an idiotic look on his face that was infuriating.

Then--

boom!

boom!

Two muffled sounds almost overlapping in succession!

The heads of the two dead zombies deformed and cracked almost at the same time, as if they had been hit by an invisible impact, or as if there was some invisible giant in the air wielding an invisible giant hammer, which hit them hard. look.

The two corpses were thrown away as if they were rag dolls. They flew upside down and rolled around on the ground several times, motionless.

"Ahem... where is the genetic lock we promised?"

Xia Ran, who was far behind, seemed to be a little disappointed and yawned, but still waved to other people who wanted to come forward.

He signaled that they don't have to worry about this boy, and don't rush to drag this guy back. Give him some time to get used to it before talking. He had expected this situation a long time ago, and he would be surprised if it was not like this.

Because there was no large-scale zombie tide, and those dead zombies did not break through the defense line in large numbers, Xia Ran was not in a hurry to save them all, but simply used them for training.

——Ask the protagonist group and others to deal with the scattered wandering zombies that broke through in other directions. He specially brought such a group of people here, intending to see if their fighting talents were suitable for use in this aspect.

Xia Ran's original intention was that those who were suitable for fighting would be put into the search team, and then they would be active on the front line against the zombies. Those who were not suitable for fighting would be put into the logistics department, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, and not forcing everyone to fight.

However.

In the eyes of this group of people, they feel that this is a test of their "value". If they have no value, no one knows what kind of fate they will encounter, whether they will be given up or something.

So everyone was scared and worried, but they still braved the courage to prove themselves. The boy just now was forced to step forward under Xia Ran's indifferent and unimaginably oppressive sight. Go to the first tester who volunteers.

——In fact, Xia Ran just calmly gave these people time to think about it. If they didn't want to, he wouldn't force it.

However, thinking is the ladder of human progress, and there is nothing he can do about it. When he just saw the boy volunteering, he thought he was very brave, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a parallel import with an anticlimactic finish.

"..."

"..."

Faced with Xia Ran's obstruction, the others looked at each other, but they didn't say anything, and they didn't dare to raise any objections. They had no such idea in the first place, and they didn't dare to risk their own lives to save others.

However, many people had a look of shock on their faces. After all, this was the first time they had seen Xia Ran's psychic impact ability.

——From a distance of more than 200 meters, he directly hit two dead zombies in the air, and even blasted their entire bodies away.

This kind of intangible and invisible, but substantive energy really challenged their three views, but after they were shocked, they were only left with excitement and exhilaration... because these thighs seemed to be quite powerful!

If it were the world two days ago, then whether it was the alienated arms and bone blades that Xia Ran showed before, or the current superpower similar to telekinesis, it would make normal people afraid of it. A situation of constant fear.

But in this collapsing world, this weird power means safety! It means protection!

It means more and more things that can make them feel at ease!

Of course, fear cannot completely disappear, but its weight is really very small in comparison.

Especially when they feel that they are recognized by this monster in human skin and that they belong to the opponent's camp - with this understanding, they will naturally feel that this power is not a spear aimed at them, but can A shield that protects them.

With the protection of such power, I dare not say that it is absolutely foolproof, but at least their future survival should no longer be a problem, right? At least in this post-apocalyptic world, you are qualified to survive, right?

These people all think this way. They are excited and nervous at the same time. They are excited because they feel that they are hugging a super powerful thigh, but they are worried because they are worried about whether they can keep hugging this thigh.

If there is no value...

They subconsciously held their breath and looked at the boy not far away, wanting to see what would happen next.

Or to put it bluntly, they want to know what kind of fate this boy will face next——

After all, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the guy was dead. There were dead zombies slowly walking towards him in the gap that was clearly opened, but the guy only knew that he was paralyzed on the ground.

——It seems that he has been frightened to the point of turning pale, and he is helpless. Until now, he has not come out from the impact of the headshot just now. Even if the danger is approaching, he still only knows how to sit on the ground and tremble.

They were watching from a distance behind, all anxious, feeling that this kind of person was completely unstoppable... Although, if it were them, they wouldn't necessarily perform much better than that boy.

Let alone fighting zombies in real life, even if it is just a game, looking at the master's amazing operations, I feel that it is just like that, it is so simple that there is no difficulty.

But when he actually went up, he was in a hurry and a lot of things happened. In the end, a mysterious incident occurred where the health bar disappeared, and he still hadn't reacted. Such things also abounded.

But at this time, they didn't think so much. They just subconsciously felt that the guy was too useless and couldn't imagine why he was so incompetent. If they had gone up on their own, they would have picked up a big stick and shot those things in the head one after another.

About to be given up?

It doesn't seem to be the case. Although the boy stopped them, he didn't let the boy be eaten directly by the zombies. Instead, he killed the zombies from a distance and saved the man.

——What on earth is this for?

Before everyone could figure it out, they suddenly heard a roar full of determination and awareness. When they looked up, they found that the trash just now seemed to be resurrected with full blood. He grabbed the steel pipe on the ground and took the initiative. Rushed forward!

The movements are full of power, and the speed also reflects his determination without hesitation. It is completely different from before, almost completely two people!

In the past, he was a soft-footed shrimp who was hard-headed and could collapse at the slightest touch; now he is a soldier full of courage and not afraid of death.

--How is this going? !