The Death Knell

The mud splashed and the incoming zombies were pushed away. The car returned to the road and started driving again, and the vacation continued.

Soon, Martha brought the person she had just rescued to the back of the cab, stood in the aisle and said in a sweet voice:

"She wasn't hurt, we made it!"

So, the old man driving the car also laughed, and the stone fell back into his heart.

He was originally confused by the sudden doomsday, but after successfully saving a person with his own operations, he immediately straightened up with joy and sense of accomplishment.

"Thank you! Oh my god, I thought I was dead, oooooooo!"

The rescued woman covered her face and cried. Of course, she was crying with joy.

I saw that this lady was about 1.6 meters tall, with a waist circumference of 1.6 meters. Her arms were thicker than Martha's thighs. She was wearing a tight and wet white skirt. She was carrying a cloth bag full of cans with stains on it. Bloodstains.

Although she should be over fifty, she has a ruddy complexion, blond hair, and even her crying voice is extremely loud, and she looks like a good man.

"You're welcome, ma'am. In this situation, it's our duty to save people. Moreover, Mike who was driving the car deserves the most credit for successfully rescuing you."

Martha held the aunt's arm to prevent her from collapsing due to lack of oxygen. At the same time, she pointed her chin at the old man driving the car with a smile on her face.

The wailing old aunt wiped her face with her hand, twitched her nose a few times, and looked at the driver with her eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then a blush appeared on his bloodless face, and even his voice became gentle. His ten fingers as thick as sausages stirred together, and he lowered his head and said:

"I want to thank each of you. Of course, special thanks to Mike who drove the car. My name is Valentina. Thank you."

Judging from the name, it seems that her hometown is in Eastern Europe, but her English does not have a special accent. She has probably been in the United States for many years.

"No, haha, it's fine." Old Mike touched the beard on his chin, slightly suppressed his joyful smile, and answered the aunt seriously.

As a bar owner who often interacts with people, he behaves quite naturally.

However, just because ordinary people can't see it doesn't mean that Deathstroke and Harley can't see it. One of the 'father and daughter' is a peeper in the dark, the other is a professional psychologist, and they are both very sensitive to people's emotional changes.

'It seems' Martha looked at Thomas with hidden eyes.

‘Haha, as the number of people increases, the interactions will also increase. Keep observing. ’

This was what the soldier looked back at.

Next, Martha took Auntie to take a shower in the trunk, and even got a pair of sheets for her to use as a change of clothes. The car drove quickly out of the city, but no other survivors were seen on the road.

The swaying accident vehicle, the zombies running wildly behind the vehicle, the lightning, thunder and violent storm in the sky all seemed to indicate that no one would be so lucky again.

After the aunt finished taking a bath, the four of them started chatting in the cab again. According to her, she was originally from Russia and worked as a live-in nanny for the rich in San Diego all year round.

There are many Russian wealthy people who own villas and yachts here, but they often live and work on the other side of the ocean. After a year, they can only live here for a few days. Her job is said to be a nanny, but in fact she is more like a housekeeper. .

If you clean the villa by yourself every day, tidy up the flowers and plants, clean the swimming pool or throw away the newspapers that no one reads after subscribing, you can still make money while living in the villa.

When the host comes here for vacation, she is extra responsible for helping with laundry, cooking, etc., just like usual.

According to her, no matter how rich those people are, they can't find such delicious and authentic red cabbage soup in San Diego unless they hire her to cook it.

Today she wanted to go out to buy some fertilizer for growing flowers, but a zombie crisis broke out. Many people on the street were bitten to death, but she didn't want to die, so she used a cloth bag filled with canned fruits to fight her way to the small commercial street. He ran into the park and finally hid on the roof of a public toilet.

Although she is not small in size, she can step on the vending machine to the roof, which shows that her strength is justified.

"I see, it's good that there's someone in the team who can cook," Thomas said as he looked at Martha. He seemed quite surprised and the welcome was sincere.

But the girl wearing the pearl rolled her eyes at him coquettishly. If she said that this aunt was not a nanny selected in advance, she would not believe it.

Just think about it. If a person is standing on the roof, and the zombies below are climbing up from the four walls of the house at the same time, how can she prevent them?

Besides, these stitch monster zombies can run faster than wild dogs, and they can easily jump onto the roof.

But, since the doomsday travel story has been arranged like this, Harley doesn't mind having multiple nannies to serve her. After all, this is considered a deal. She takes care of food, accommodation and safety.

With the addition of the older aunt, if nothing else, at least the atmosphere along the way was more harmonious. At least there was someone willing to chat with old Mike while he was driving, and he could even eat maocai while driving.

Various Spanish-style buildings are overlooked outside the car window. This is the characteristic of San Diego, but it is difficult for anyone to appreciate this kind of scenery in the late night of the last days.

The RV passed by what was sung in the previous song, which is now a Spanish-style shopping street. Unfortunately, there are no tango girls to welcome everyone, but it is still full of dense zombies.

The city was hopeless at first glance. Even the military port in the distance was set on fire in the rain, and explosions occurred one after another. It was obvious that the oil depots and fleets were exploding, because the fireworks were bigger than those set off at Pearl Harbor. .

The four of them just expressed their emotions verbally, and then felt that it was more practical to continue eating the cooked maocai. As Valentina praised the Tianchao hot pot base, they continued to laugh along the way.

About two hours later, the huge RV drove into the mountains northeast of the city.

Without Thomas's reminder, Old Mike wisely chose Mount Palmer, which is 1,700 meters above sea level, as his foothold.

The mountain is not deserted, but it can definitely be said to be a relatively safe area under the current circumstances, because the only building on the mountain is the Palmer Observatory, which houses the world's largest reflective astronomical telescope.

what does that mean? This means that the security facilities there will be very comprehensive, whether it is to prevent theft or damage, in order to protect the best in the world, Americans are very willing to spend money.

Ordinary observatories basically have no doors or windows, let alone those there. As long as the few zombies that may be present are cleaned out, everyone can turn it into their own stronghold.

Of course, it would be better if there were survivors inside, at least that's what old Mike thought.

The mountain road is very difficult to walk, especially in the dark night. The rain makes the windshield look like a mirror, but the old driver who has regained his spiritual power drives very steadily. The white dome not far away is in front of him. Under the light of lightning, it seemed to be getting closer and closer. (To be continued.)