The Death Knell

As people age, a typical characteristic is the deterioration of the five senses, the more obvious ones being vision and hearing.

When Old Mike, who was cleaning up the sign at the door, heard something moving behind him, and turned back to look at the street, he saw several zombies that looked like big dogs more than ten meters away.

The mouths of these living corpses are full of blood and foam, and they shake their heads when they run. If nothing else, at least they are full of nausea.

Especially since these zombies were humans not long ago. They wore human clothes and at least looked human-like. Some of them even had Apple wireless headphones in their ears and were holding broken mobile phones in their hands.

But the more human-like the monster is, the more frightening it is. This is called the uncanny valley effect.

The old man's mind had been seized by fear. Although he reacted, his limbs did not obey his orders at all, as if his body was short-circuited. All he could do was a look of fear on his face.

Only then did he realize the horror of zombies. Monsters can kill people, but they are huge and will not intentionally kill humans. At most, they will cause collateral damage when destroying buildings.

But zombies are different. Countless movies and TV series have shown this. They come for human flesh and blood.

Old Mike fell to the ground in despair, with his eyes wide open and his hands in front of his face, but he only felt that he would die here.

But at this moment, the heads of the zombies that had just jumped up in front of them blossomed. One after another, almost at the same time, they were all killed on the spot.

The headless corpse fell to the still wet road and rolled to the old man's feet. He subconsciously kicked it away and quickly got up and went back to the bar. He didn't know where he got the strength to pull it down. Electric rolling shutter door, leaning against it and breathing heavily.

After the adrenaline faded, he felt the sound of gunshots echoing in his mind. His vision gradually recovered, and he saw little Martha standing next to him with a smile, holding a super exaggerated revolver in his hand, with the muzzle still smoldering. Green smoke.

"Are you okay? Old man." The girl opened the magazine and reloaded the ammunition skillfully. The hot bullet cases fell to the ground with a clanking sound, which was as pleasant as her voice: "Although I am young, beautiful, slim and cute, But my marksmanship is very good, right? Hahahahahahaha"

I always felt something was strange. Old Mike thought the shooter would be Thomas. After all, he had a military background and was a strong adult man.

But who would have expected that the shooter would be a teenage girl? Or use such a big gun?

In response to his confusion, the man still sitting in front of the bar just raised his glass and nodded, as if he had seen through what he was thinking, and said:

"Don't underestimate Martha. She is a gymnastics champion and a sharpshooter. Dealing with some wild dogs running wild is not a problem."

Harley can use a gun, but she rarely uses it, but even so, she still maintains the record of firing at Batman.

You must know that this is a record that even a death shooter can't achieve, because the professional killer relies on calculations when shooting, such as speed, wind, distance, bullet drop, etc.

And in these areas, Batman can only count faster.

Harley's use of guns is different. She relies on psychological analysis of mental patients. She can guess how Batman is going to dodge the bullet, and shoots in advance to hit the dodged bat.

Of course, she also knew that ordinary armor-piercing bullets could not penetrate the bat armor, but her original intention was to play it for fun.

But today, she was so accurate at killing mindless zombies, which was a bit beyond the man's expectation. It seems that she didn't rely entirely on the 'psychological gun fighting technique', a combat skill that Su Ming made up to make her laugh. .

Clutching his chest, the old man was still in shock and his face was pale. He stretched out his hand to support the bar and sat down slowly. It took him a long time to catch his breath:

"I almost lost my life. Thank you, little girl."

"Hehe, you're welcome. I'm a good girl. I like to help others the most!" Martha looked like a little kid. She reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder: "The zombies have entered the city now. Do you want to come with us?" Are you messing around?"

"But, my bar." Old Mike obviously didn't intend to leave, but thinking that he might be eaten by zombies, or turn into something like a zombie, he hesitated.

The TV in the bar flickered a few times and switched back to the live broadcast from Skull Island. However, it was showing the scene of repairing the outpost and did not mention what happened to the previous pathfinding team.

"The road out of the city must have been blocked. Those who were preparing to leave the city were either eaten or turned into zombies."

Thomas ate a tortilla, swiped the hot sauce on his fingers, and still said calmly:

"If we want to drive out of the city at this time, it will only lead to a dead end. But your bar has water and food. There should be a generator in the underground wine cellar. Let's stay on this shopping street for a while. Let's see what the hell What is the President of the United States going to do next?”

Hearing that there was no need to leave here yet, Old Mike nodded immediately. After all, at this time, it was safer to survive in a group.

As if he had regained his strength, he stood up, walked around the bar, picked up a double-barreled shotgun, put bullets in his pocket:

"Okay, let's stay here and wait and see, and then use furniture to reinforce the front and back doors. I hope the damn president and the military can do something, although there is little hope."

Like all simple Americans, they are always good at criticizing the president.

"Can I go to the second floor?" Martha pointed to the upstairs with her little finger and asked the boss with a smile on her face: "I want to hit the zombies on the street from the second floor window, just like hitting a balloon, pop! Their heads are like It exploded, it’s beautiful and fun, hee hee!”

"Won't noise attract the attention of zombies? I saw it in a movie." Old Mike was obviously worried.

However, Thomas took out a silencer from his pocket and threw it to the girl. Then he magically took out two boxes of ammunition and gave them to her. He made the decision for the bar owner and said:

"Go upstairs and play. Playing with balloons is great. It's clean and hygienic."

Zombies infected by the Stitch Monster virus not only rely on hearing to hunt, they also have vision, smell, heat sensing, and a certain degree of mental sensing. The last one is the function of the perfect T virus.

Therefore, if an ordinary survivor is targeted by a stitch monster zombie, he will basically die.

But now Old Mike can't see the situation on the street. The zombies, under the control of the mother body of the Zombie Alien Queen, are lining up to dance the silent bunny dance outside the store. Looking out from the second floor, it should look a bit like a carnival. of cork rifles to fight the iron duck game.

They were originally meant for Harley to play with.

"Yeah! Love you!"

After giving a sweet kiss to the 'fake father', she raised her hand to grab the silencer and bullets. The girl went straight through the small door behind the bar and went up the wooden stairs, leaving only a scent of fragrance.

She used too much makeup and it was cloyingly sweet.

In response, Thomas just shook his head and smiled, then stood up and helped Old Mike move the tables, chairs, and sofas to block the door. While the two of them were working, they didn't forget to watch the news on TV.

But there seems to be no good news. So far, the US government has said nothing about the sudden appearance of zombies, as if it is dumb and blind.

The old man and the man looked at each other, shrugged and continued working, because they both knew that this is America's best way of dealing with troubles. As long as I don't talk or watch, the trouble won't exist.

However, underground where no one sees it, the zombie behemoth is about to fuse. Once that kind of thing appears, people will immediately feel fear when they see the zombies.