The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

Ethereal singing floats through the cold air like a wandering spirit.

The beautiful melody that is enough to cleanse the soul passes through the streets and alleys drowning in dead silence, mournful and tactful, soothing the hovering soul.

The temperature seemed to be lower, and the pool of blood on the ground was instantly frozen into hard lumps, and the oncoming cold wind whistled like a frenzy.

The Snow Monster Squad, a team of infected people from the northwest tundra, slowly emerged from the end of the street.

Their faces were hidden in the shadow of their heavy coats, and unlike the rabble-like integration movement, they were tall and well-armed, exuding a battle-hardened aura.

And at this time,

even they who have been swimming in the sea of blood at the tip of the knife all year round and have seen countless tragic phenomena, have to stop.

The soil beneath his feet was reddish-brown, the smell of blood in the air was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe, and the narrow streets were littered with mutilated corpses, some with their own torn arms in their mouths, others cut in half by their mindless companions, their entrails exposed, blood-stained rough stones piercing through their festering skin, and occasionally unrecognizable limb parts hanging from the branches of a nearby tree. Not long ago, the shouts that shook the world were like a dream, and the silence was like ink dripping into clear water smearing around, making the eerie atmosphere look particularly hideous.

In the middle of the street, there was a mountain of bones, some of which had been dried and some of which were still oozing fresh blood. These people, who once belonged to the living, are now only empty shells, a collection of death, and the mountain-like corpses stretch infinitely around, and they are innumerable.

This is the hell of the living, and the home of the dead. This bleak scene silently speaks of the fragility of life and the brutality of killing, where brutality and despair intertwine to form a mountain of bones like hell.

And beside that—

the white-haired boy was covered in filthy blood, emitting a disgusting smell of rancid and bloody, and he just cut through the barren land in front of him with empty eyes, numbly throwing in corpse after corpse.

His fingernails had long since broken, his frozen palms were blurred with blood, and the mound of dirt beside him was stained with his own blood.

But he just dug in distraction, repeating the same movements as if he didn't feel anything.

"What's going on...", the rabbit-eared girl clenched her hands tightly and stared at the strange scene in front of her.

"Hey, you-

" "Wow, a!!a

He suddenly shuddered and straightened up, and went back to the pit and continued digging desperately, ignoring the call of the rabbit-eared girl.

Faust lay quietly aside, his face twisted and covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

As soon as W landed on the island, it caused quite a stir...

"I'd rather work with a pig than with this bastard!!" "

I hate this bastard, she'd better get out of the way as far as possible, I'm mad at seeing her stinky face." "

I don't need the help of this idiot at all, who is going to work with such idiots, roll me as far as I can"

These words are already almost calloused in my ears.

The people who said these words either had teammates who had been injured by her, or they were not used to her provocative attitude, and even the medical operatives who did the physical examination for her seemed to be in a lack of interest...

I couldn't say anything, and it seemed to me that the little ones were thankful that they couldn't bear to do anything and just glare at her through gritted teeth.

However, what surprised me the most was that Kelsey, after talking to her for a long time, actually agreed to let her stay, supposedly to reach a relationship of trust.

"She's here what she's looking for," Kyle said bitterly as he looked out the window at the vast expanse of the desert, as if remembering something from the past. As long as she maintains that obsession, she won't break the partnership.

She left only that sentence and turned away, keeping her silent no matter how much I asked.

This guy didn't hesitate to betray the integration movement.

Is this trust really credible...