The Death Knell

Amidst the bursts of tooth-wrenching friction, the heavy furniture was blocked at the door. Listening to the roar of zombies coming from the street outside, and the sound of nails scratching the roller blinds, Old Mike didn't know what to say for a moment. good.

After intuitively feeling the threat posed by zombies, he didn't know how to face the current situation of being besieged for a while. When this psychological state showed up, it was as if he was distracted.

Sweat flowed down his old face and hit the red wooden floor. He silently returned to the bar and poured himself another glass of wine under the orange light.

Perhaps at this time, alcohol is what people need. The numbed nerves can greatly alleviate the pain caused by external stimulation.

"Thomas, we all know that the Pentagon is not going to send anyone to rescue us, right?"

He raised his head and glanced at the TV. Currently, the power supply and electronic signals in San Diego were normal, but Old Tom seemed to have already thought of what would happen next.

He used these words to ask Thomas, but in fact, he still had some unrealistic hopes.

"No, let alone go into the city to rescue us civilians. It would be fine if the military officials didn't use nuclear bombs to blow us up. I understand them."

The middle-aged man put his hands on the bar, and he was bent over and panting. It seemed that the work of moving furniture made him have some difficulty breathing:

"Believe me, if they weren't worried that using nuclear weapons would attract Godzilla, the nuclear bombs would have fallen on us long ago. All we can do now is observe the situation and work hard to save ourselves."

The bar was quiet, with only the TV playing "Engineers Building Houses" and singing "Old Town Road".

Occasionally there will be a sound like opening a wine bottle on the second floor. This should be a girl opening a fire, but in this environment, the free and free song now sounds indescribably sad.

The foul smell came in from outside the door, and it was hard not to think that the situation was getting worse. Most of the people had fled Santiago by car, but even if only a small part of the remaining people in the city were transformed into zombies, it would still be enough. Blocking the street.

"You seem to have an old lung injury." The old man came over and patted Thomas on the back, then reached out and took a bottle of pure water from the counter for him to drink. He did not continue the previous topic, but asked: "This is the reason why you were discharged from the army. ?”

Mentioning this, the expression on Thomas's face finally changed. Veins bulged near his temples, his fists were clenched tightly, and a low growl like a wounded beast was squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I am the true patriot. I shed my blood for freedom and sold my life for the lighthouse. But in the end, I was abandoned like garbage!"

He said that, but he was just showing off his acting skills. Just when Old Mike was moved by his acting skills and thinking about how to comfort the veteran soldier beside him, he completely didn't expect that a man named Thomas was silently contacting a person who existed in deep space. Black hands outside.

The plan temporarily named "Hundred-Eyed Giant" was launched. A behemoth resurrected in the distant dark underground, rising with the sound of the earth breaking.

With the boss's comfort, Thomas gradually calmed down, and the two of them drank in silence while listening to the sounds of zombies scratching the wall outside the door and the low-pitched music on the TV.

About five minutes later, the program on the TV changed and a breaking news was inserted. The camera followed the drone and hovered in the sky, but the title of the report at the bottom of the screen was - Washington is gone.

The news anchor of the American Channel explained what happened with a mournful roar. Just a few minutes ago, a giant monster suddenly emerged from the underground of the District. It only took a few minutes to completely destroy the brain of the body of the United States, that is, Washington DC.

The politicians responsible for leading this country were almost completely wiped out. Even the Pentagon was completely destroyed. By the way, all the senior military officials who were waiting for the progress of the Overlord organization were killed.

According to the Constitution, if the president is gone, the vice president will take over. If the vice president is gone, the ministers will take over in turn.

But now that they are all gone, something unexpected has happened, which means that in a short period of time, the so-called order has become a joke.

At this time, the figure of the monster is in the lens. It is so huge that even the clouds are surrounding it at the height of the calf.

But what kind of monster is this? It looks like a humanoid overall, but it is more like black and red sludge that is constantly flowing. There are countless zombies wrapped in this sludge. These zombies are densely packed with limbs and The head was exposed on the monster's body, scratching and shaking unconsciously.

It looks like a living mass grave. There is a huge one-eye emitting red light on the suspected head position, but it is not a visual organ that should exist in any living thing, because it is more like an Ω emitting strong light. symbol.

The abilities he currently exhibits are - a deformable body, super-fast self-healing ability, and the ability to throw out numerous zombies on his body to attack humans at any time, and then take back more zombies like a snowball.

The temporarily organized National Guard had no way to deal with this kind of thing. They could only become a background board in the explosion and pool of blood, and then were drawn into the flesh and blood monster's body, becoming its new nutrient.

The monster also has super intelligence, and the locations it attacks are often key departments. This is also the first time Americans have seen a monster that knows how to destroy the Pentagon and the Air Force base immediately.

The most frightening thing is that it can also affect people's thinking. After inhaling the fungal spores it emits, people will have various hallucinations, see and hear their dead relatives whispering, and be entangled in their hallucinations until crazy.

"God, it turns out these zombies are just parts of the giant beast? Are they like cells in the human body?"

Thomas looked at the TV and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The things that the adjutant made temporarily seemed interesting. She also used some newly obtained technologies. The specific effect is not clear, but at least the red Omega logo is pretty good-looking.

The thing put together by a large group of zombies is not very round, because the clothes of the zombies are different, it looks colorful and weird.

But with this large lightbulb-like pattern as decoration, the style instantly goes up, and it looks like it has a special sense of mystery.

"What should we do next?" Old Mike rubbed his beard vigorously. He stared at the TV as if trying to find a solution from the news program.

But the more he looked, the more confused he became, because everything showed that this monster was unstoppable.

"Old Mike, zombies can infect humans. Do you think that as more and more people are infected, will this monster become stronger and stronger?" Thomas took out two cigarettes, threw one to the bartender, and said He shakily stuffed one into his mouth.

The hand holding the lighter was still trembling, which fully showed how 'unpeaceful' he felt inside.

After hearing this, Old Mike's Adam's apple rolled up and down a little, and then he let out an uncertain echo in his throat. He looked desperately at the monster on the news jumping and spinning in the ruins that had turned into a white field, and let out a long sigh. :

"Alas, our world may have been doomed long ago." (To be continued)