The Death Knell

The parking lot where everyone set out was close to the bay, which was very suitable for doing business. After all, the passenger flow was large and the scenery was good.

But when you want to escape to the mountains, the location is a bit off. You need to go to the east, which means almost crossing the entire city.

Old Mike was very familiar with the city. He tried his best to avoid possible traffic jams, but from time to time, zombies would suddenly rush out from the dark side of the road, hit the front of the car and turn into a mass of blood mist. This sudden death They made his scalp tingle.

In the past, driving at night was nothing more than mosquitoes hitting the headlights, but now, just looking at the wipers turning red and the sticky mud wrapped around the internal organs, I know how bad the situation is.

"How is the situation on the road in the city?" At this time, Thomas walked over from the rear car and sat in the passenger seat. He threw another cigarette to the old driver: "Have you seen any survivors? ?”

Old Mike shook his head and was speechless for a moment. He didn't know whether to say that he didn't meet any survivors on the road, or that he was just running for his life and didn't pay attention to the roadside at all.

When the retired soldier saw his state, he seemed to see through everything immediately. He didn't say anything, but just patted the old man on the shoulder:

"Don't be mentally burdened. Whether others can be rescued or not depends on their lives. We are not saviors, we are just three ordinary people on the run. We have no responsibility or obligation to take risks for others."

After saying that, he secretly waved to Martha from behind, motioning for her to come and observe the reaction of the research subject.

After hearing the words of the death knell, the old man driving the car sighed. He slowly raised his hand on the gear lever and wiped his white beard vigorously:

"I just feel sad, Thomas. Maybe you soldiers have seen a lot of life and death, but for me, this is too heavy. Really, when I look at these zombies wandering on the street, I can't help but fantasize about their lives. Do they also have families and relatives?"

As soon as the girl wearing the pearl necklace showed her head, she immediately took out a small notebook to record the experiment diary.

I wrote down a series of shorthand symbols representing ‘illusion’, ‘empathy’, ‘poor willpower’ and so on.

"Old man, I understand what you mean, and I have seen many brothers who have just entered the battlefield have similar thoughts."

Thomas, who looked like a tough guy, lit up a cigarette, leaned gently on the chair, and moved his eyes to the Ark reactor above his head, which was acting as a light bulb:

"But you can look at the problem from another angle. For example, maybe they are human beings burdened with original sin, as God said. After death, they may really go to heaven."

There are many theories about the so-called original sin of mankind, but the mainstream view is that Adam and Eve stole the fruits of the Garden of Yin and gained wisdom.

It is sin to become as wise as God.

"oh?"

The old man made a confused sound. He did believe in God, but he always felt like being eaten by zombies. That death was not like going to heaven.

"I mean, other people are dead and you feel sorry for them, can they feel it?"

The soldier frowned and looked towards the street, as if he was searching for something or recalling something. His voice was low:

"People who can't feel it are dead. They can't feel our emotions. Just like we don't know what the world is like after death. No matter how much pressure you put on yourself, you're just doing useless work. It's better to think about it. Think about how you can survive."

The old man drove silently. For a moment, his eyes seemed to have lost focus, but just a moment later, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and knocked a zombie that suddenly jumped out, then lit a cigarette and started smoking. One bite:

"Well, you're right, young man, I'm just getting old."

The wheels were spinning, the rain was raining loudly, and the cab became somewhat silent.

But at this moment, everyone noticed a beach park not far ahead. Apart from the beautiful palm trees that looked like torn umbrellas in the violent storm, there seemed to be a vague figure in the park. Running back and forth on the roof of the house.

It was too dark to see clearly, but thanks to the long white dress the other party was wearing, it was very dazzling when illuminated by lightning.

"There are living people over there."

Old Mike said this, while still slowing down the speed of the car, as if seeking Thomas's opinion.

Obviously, he still wanted to save people. It was obvious at a glance that someone was forced by the zombies to climb onto the roof of the public toilet. Every time a zombie wanted to climb up, she would run to the corresponding office. Kick it down.

But this is definitely not for a long time. The night is dark and rainy, the temperature is plummeting, and people's mental and physical strength are limited. She can sustain it for an hour or two, but she will definitely not be able to survive tonight.

As an ordinary person, when seeing this situation, you should try to lend a helping hand. After all, rescuing the living and lamenting the dead are completely different things.

"Park the car, Mike, there are too many zombies, we can't get out of the car, but we can let her jump from the roof of the public toilet to the car, and then come in through the sunroof, provided she is not bitten, scratched, or infected."

Thomas took out a night vision binoculars like magic, looked over there, and immediately gave a plan, but then said:

"Whether she can jump over depends on your driving skills. If you drift well, you can make the car lean against the outer wall of the building."

After hearing this statement, the old man narrowed his eyes, but the sound of the engine revving up already showed his confidence.

The huge truck rushed off the curb and rushed to the toilet in the park with sewage and mud. It bypassed the trees with an agility that did not match its huge size and moved quickly in the dark world.

The survivor seemed to have seen the light and started waving her arms. However, she did not become extremely happy and sad. She was just excited and continued to kick the zombies climbing down the room with her feet.

There were not too many zombies surrounding the public toilet, maybe a dozen or so. Perhaps the rain did not allow the scent of people to spread too far, and the various noises also protected her against the noise.

When he was about thirty meters away from the building, Old Mike pulled on the handbrake and pedaled quickly, causing the RV to roll sideways and slide sideways toward the toilet.

As the sound of tire friction sounded outside the window, the speed of the car gradually decreased. This was not drifting, but side parking at high speed, but it was equally gorgeous.

As for how an old man who drives a racing car can successfully drive an oversized truck?

In fact, it was just that he thought he was driving. Without the adjutant's remote control, this sideways movement would have hit the wall.

But that's not important. The important thing is that old Mike has made a decision. After successfully rescuing the survivors, there will inevitably be positive feedback, and then Harley can record the observation results again.

Moreover, to observe the crowd in the apocalypse, it is not enough to have just one sample, but at least hundreds of people are required to have universal significance in terms of probability.

Old Mike seemed unable to believe that he could be so handsome and that he could park his car so smoothly. Looking in the rearview mirror, the car was only a punch away from the wall.

But he did not hesitate. He grabbed the loudspeaker intercom on the dashboard and shouted:

"Jump over here!"

The distance was too close and the situation on the roof could no longer be seen, but a few seconds later, the sound of heavy objects falling from above the car could be heard.

"Martha, go open the sunroof and get the people out. Mike, drive quickly."

Thomas gave his judgment as more zombies gathered around him again. (To be continued.)