Marvel’s Death Merchant

Everyone was hungry and struggled to eat their share of food, although it was very little. There is nothing that can be done about it, and it is impossible to get more food at the end of the day.

"Sir, do you know what's going on outside?" the black man looked at Rick and asked. He was obviously surprised by Rick's previous behavior.

"I just woke up today," Rick replied, "in the hospital and then back home, that's it."

The black man and Ailiang exchanged glances and were silent for a while, looking a little bit headache-y.

"Then you don't know about those corpses, do you?" The black man touched his chin and continued to ask.

"No, I saw a lot of them. The loading docks were all over the place, and the trucks were full," Rick told the black man.

"No, no, no, it's not the ones who are dead...it's the ones who are still walking! The walking zombies!" The black man explained to Rick with a heavy face, "Just like the one I beat to death today, because he wanted to tear him alive. Kill you, eat you, at least bite off a piece of meat from you!"

Rick looked at the black man with strange eyes, not knowing whether the black man was crazy or whether he was crazy.

"If this is your first time hearing about it...I know this sounds hard to accept..."

"Are they all out on the street?" Rick@ asked seriously.

"Yes," the black man's eyes were wide open and his throat was a little dry, "sometimes they are more active at night!"

"Maybe it's because it's cooler at night," the black man said through gritted teeth. "Damn it, I'm probably the one who caused the trouble by shooting during the day! But as long as we stay quiet, we'll be safe. By morning, we should be basically clear. .”

"Listen," the black man frowned and said to Rick, "I only emphasize one thing - don't get bitten by them!"

"We tied you up because we saw your bandages." The black man explained, "One bite can kill you!"

"That kind of high fever... can burn you to death directly. But after a while... you will come back to life!"

The black man's tone was a little sad, and Ailiang knew that he was thinking of his wife. Everyone fell into silence.

"See it with your own eyes..." the black kid said to Rick.

"Relax..." The black man forced a smile and squeezed the black child's shoulder.

It was late at night, and everyone laid out mattresses in the living room. Get ready to sleep. This day is not easy for everyone.

The black father and son slept together. The black man was a little uncomfortable with new friends moving in. He leaned against the wall and didn't know what he was thinking.

Rick leaned on the sofa and stared in the direction of the window in a daze. And Ailiang's heart was full of thoughts.

The night before, he was still sleeping in a warm bed at home, and could still drink with his friends. Now everything has left him... gone forever.

When I woke up, there was only an abandoned world. There are only monsters and death left in this world... The windows and doors are nailed with wooden strips... Or there are no windows and doors, and there is no ceiling... There is only one spoonful for dinner... or not a spoonful... You have to hold a gun while sleeping... Or don’t dare to sleep at all… This is the rest of my life…

"Carl...is he your son?" the black man suddenly asked Rick. "My son heard you say that name before you passed out."

"He is still young, younger than your son." Rick said.

"Is he with his mother?" asked the black man.

Rick sighed, worry written all over his face.

"I hope so," Rick said.

"Dad." The black child suddenly said.

"What?" The black man touched his son's head.

"Have you asked him?" the black child said.

The black man couldn't help but laugh.

"Your gunshot wound...I made a small bet with my son." The black man explained to Rick. "My son said you were... a bank robber..."

The boy's innocence rubbed off on Rick, and a smile appeared on his face.

"...I am." Rick smiled and said to the black child, "Just like John Dillinger in Public Enemies - actually I am the deputy sheriff of this town."

"Aha." The black man nodded knowingly, obviously understanding why Rick asked him whether to kill anyone.

Just when everyone fell silent again. Suddenly a piercing car alarm sounded outside. The black child was so frightened that he sat up from the quilt.

"It's okay." The black man quickly held him down, "Dad is here."

"Don't worry." The black man turned to Rick and Ailiang and said. "One of them must have hit the car."

"Are you sure?" Rick asked worriedly.

"This has happened before," the black man said to Rick. "It went off for a while."

Suddenly everyone stood up. Although Su He was familiar with the plot, he was actually in it. A group of four people were hiding in a house, and there were zombies outside. The silent night was suddenly broken by a shrill alarm. I couldn't help but become nervous.

The black man ordered the black child to put out the lights, and then went to the window with Rick Ailiang.

The black man gently lifted the felt cloth and looked at it.

"Just the blue one, across the street." The black man whispered to Rick and Ailiang.

Ailiang and Rick both came together to watch. The shadowy outside was full of walking corpses, and the headlights of a car at the other end of the street were flashing.

"Same as last time." The black man whispered to the two men.

"Will this siren...will attract them all?" Rick asked worriedly.

"There's nothing we can do now. We have to wait until they all disperse tomorrow," the black man said.

At this time, the black child walked to the window and looked out the window.

At the corner, a black woman infected by the zombies walked out with wide eyes.

"Ah! There she is!" the black child whispered.

The black man had a complicated look on his face, and he obviously also saw the black woman.

"Don't look! Stay away from the window!" the black man ordered.

The black child stared closely at the figure and did not want to leave.

"Let you go! Hurry up!" the black man scolded his son.

The black child turned around and ran away. The black man lowered his head with a sad face and left the window.

Ailiang returned to the bunk with a sullen face and lay down without saying a word. Only Rick was still observing outside.

The black child threw himself on the bunk and cried bitterly. The black man followed him and hugged him.

"Quiet...quiet..." the black man persuaded his son painfully, fearing that he would cry too loudly and attract zombies.

Ailiang knew what was happening outside. Perhaps because he heard the cry of the black child, the black woman walked straight towards the house.

She walked up the steps and into the porch, meeting Rick's gaze in the door mirror. He kept turning the door handle in an attempt to enter the room. She looked a little dull, as if she had lost something important, but now, she had found it.

"She died in the other bedroom...right on the bed...I couldn't do anything...that high fever...her skin was as hot as a furnace..." the black man choked, "I should have killed her... ...I should really beat her to death...but...I just can't make up my mind...She is my son's mother..."

The door handle keeps turning... (To be continued...)