The Death Knell

The zombie tyrannosaurus starts to rush on its way. Of course, if it passes through some military bases, state capitals and other places, it will have to make a fuss and spread the zombie virus by the way.

Therefore, it is not yet known how long this journey will take and when the first ancient monster will be found.

"I won't work tonight. Tomorrow I will lead people to build a reservoir to store rainwater for later use." Harley said her plan. She really planned to play the business game well: "Wait until the reservoir When we are ready, we will go to the city to get some food seeds and see if we can become self-sufficient."

"Don't worry about the reservoir. This rain will last for a month. By the way, the weather next month will be hail across North America, and the third month will be melting at the North and South Poles. There will be no shortage of water for a while. "

Deathstroke gave her the weather forecast, which was absolutely accurate.

"Ah, it seems that there is indeed no shortage of water. Well, when it gets light, I will take people to the city to search and rescue survivors." Harley pursed her lips. She got up to close the door and twisted it again. He walked back and lay down: "I want to be a strong woman in the apocalypse so that I can take care of a pretty boy like you in the future, hahahahaha!"

"Haha, as long as you are happy." Su Ming patted her head, took out a big bed from his pocket and threw it aside: "You go to sleep first, I will go to the nearby mountains and forests to investigate whether there are any peripheral defenses. The loopholes on the body, and then you have to exercise daily.”

Harley, who sat up sideways, tilted her head. She pulled open her collar, revealing her white shoulders. She licked her lips seductively and hooked her fingers:

"Why do you have to exercise every day? Look, I used magic to become so young today. Don't you have any bold ideas? Huh?"

"I am a warrior and must exercise every day to stay in shape. The amount of exercise today is too little." Deathstroke threw her some snacks and pointed at the TV: "Of course there are bold ideas, but you don't have to go rescue people tomorrow. Really? So you should just watch TV and take a rest. I will sleep in the car and guard the door for you."

"Hmph! I am your loss for not sleeping and becoming younger!" The girl tilted her lips and pulled back her collar in disappointment: "But how many survivors are there in Santiago? Can you at least give me an approximate number? "

"Now? There are still hundreds of thousands of people, but it won't be certain tomorrow morning."

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Early the next morning, the heavy rain still showed no sign of stopping. There was no light in the sky, and dark clouds made everything seem to be shrouded in darkness.

When Su Ming got up early and prepared to burn the remaining zombie corpses in the back garden, the team members who had rested for the night arrived outside the observatory through the RV.

There is a door on the car of the RV, facing the back door of the observatory. From there, you can enter the car, then walk inside the cab, and then get out of the door next to the driver's seat. This is a perfect safe passage.

"Good morning, Thomas, you got up earlier than me, an old man."

Old Mike was still carrying his shotgun. His condition was a little better. At least he took care of his beard and hair carefully today. He also picked up a cowboy hat from somewhere and put it on his head to cover his snow-white hair.

"Good morning, Mike, although I want to say it's a good weather, it's obviously not." The shirtless man working in the heavy rain smiled and raised his hand to wipe the water on his face: "I've never seen this last for a long time before. There was a thunderstorm all night, and the lightning and thunder gave me a bit of a nervous breakdown."

"Oh, young man, I've seen it. I drove through a tornado in Kansas when I was young. That was scary."

The old man pressed the brim of his hat and squinted his eyes to look into the distance, but the mountains were shrouded in rain and fog, and he couldn't see very far away. The beard on his mouth trembled:

"Lightning, strong winds, hail, heavy rain, other people's cars or dead cows on the farm, everything will fall from the sky with the appearance of a tornado. When that thing spins and rolls towards you, your eyes will become only Its existence is like the only thing in the world."

Thomas turned around and dragged the body of a headless zombie under a small temporary plastic shed. His expression could not be seen, and he could only hear one sentence in the rain:

"A tornado? Pretty cool."

"Hehe, that's it anyway, old Mike and I are going out together today." Martha also jumped from the cab of the RV to the ground. She took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of earth and forest: "We will go to the parking lot to find A car sets off, and you stay to take care of our home, do you understand?"

After saying that, she pretended to put her hands behind her back, seeming to be imitating the boss-like leadership posture of Bobona Bar.

She changed her clothes today, and she wasn't as unconventional as yesterday, but her Death Barbie pink leather coat didn't seem to be normal...

"Well, I get it. Pay attention to your safety. Before you get in the car, remember to check if there are any zombies hiding in the back seat and whether the car has enough gas for a round trip." Thomas continued to work and took over the division of labor cooperatively. .

"Hehe, don't worry, I can see where the zombies are. Remember my skills?" Martha pointed to her eyes, saying that she could see some things that others couldn't see, and there was no need to be fooled. Possibility of sneak attack.

As for being plotted by the possible little villains among the survivors? It's even more impossible. Her years in Gotham were not in vain.

So, after saying hello, the two of them went to the main entrance of the observatory and looked for other vehicles in the parking lot. According to Old Mike, it was best to find an SUV. If there was none, a four-seater pickup would also work.

"What do we need to do today? Do you need help moving the body?"

The aunt and the doctor huddled in the cab of the RV and did not come out to get wet in the rain. They came downstairs to see the other two people off. When they saw the field team leaving, the diligent aunt wanted to help Thomas.

"No, just collect the supplies in the observatory and store them together. Be careful of rats and cockroaches contaminating the supplies, and then prepare to cook."

Thomas quickly waved his hand and rejected her kindness. He could move shirtless zombies here only because he was the symbiote host and was immune to various viruses.

If it had been anyone else, if they had made a small cut on their hands while working, they would have turned into new zombies within a few dozen seconds. Although they had been secretly vaccinated by micro-robots, if they were infected, they would become seriously ill. It's inevitable.

"Okay, if you want to help, just talk."

The aunt pulled the stunned doctor back. The latter kept staring at Thomas's wet muscles, his eyes were straight, and he kept swallowing.

The man who could see the situation behind him shook his head and continued working speechlessly. Did he not know before that this doctor actually had some mental problems? Did he become the object of her fantasy just because he saved her?

"Chief, ZombieGreymon has discovered an area where monsters are suspected to exist." At this time, the adjutant's separate program sent a message, and a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

Dropping the zombies in his hands, he threw a plasma grenade onto the pile of corpses and asked Strangler to disinfect his body. Deathstroke returned to the RV to watch the broadcast:

"It's quite fast. I didn't expect to find one in five or six hours. It seems that the density of monsters in the underground needs to be reconsidered..."

In any case, the live broadcast camera has followed ZombieGreymon, and now people around the world who can watch this channel are silently watching this fusion monster composed of countless zombies digging crazily in the soil with its claws in the heavy rain. (To be continued)