Pale Silence

Chapter 47

Yan Ruoming's body had been tortured day and night by the immune serum and the zombie virus until it collapsed. He was tightly strangled in the arms of the mutated Zhao Yan, desperately trying to grab the last immune serum on the table.

Zhao Yan easily grasped Yan Ruoming's thin body: "Dr. Yan, why are you so persistent? You are about to die, and after the immune serum runs out, you will turn into something like those lowly ugly monsters. do you want?"

Yan Ruoming trembled and roared hoarsely: "Let me go... let me go... Zhao Yan, I'm a doctor, even if I die, I won't become a monster controlled by viruses like you!!!"

How could he become a zombie, how could he sink into hell with these lowly monsters.

He's a doctor, and he's the only one who discovered a zombie immune serum!

He can die before dawn, but how can he bear the despair of being dragged into hell together.

Zhao Yan ruthlessly pressed Yan Ruoming against the wall, his gray eyes and cold smile revealed a terrifying pleasure, and he said, "Dr. Yan, look at me, look at me! What do you think is Did the virus manipulate me, or did I become the master of the virus? Dr. Yan, you are a doctor, how can a doctor not understand this truth?"

Yan Ruoming trembled and shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with sadness: "Zhao Yan...you are not yourself anymore...can't you feel it...Zhao Yan, they have already occupied your body."

Maybe Zhao Yan still retains his memory, maybe he can still think like a human being, be happy and sad.

But the change was over, the Zhao Yan in front of him was no longer himself.

Zhao Yan said: "Dr. Yan, I also want to ask you, can't you feel it? Don't you hear the bell calling for the new world?"

Yan Ruoming shook his head lightly, and said hoarsely, "Zhao Yan...I don't know how to be a zombie, I will never be a zombie..."

He heard it, in fact he really heard it.

He heard the sound of the bell in the distance, he heard the gurgling sound in the throats of his companions, he heard the call of the new world, he saw his father in the gray mist, and saw Professor Shen and Zhao Yan.

Yan Ruoming covered his head in pain: "No...no...this is not the new world...this is your hell!!! No!!!!"

He frantically used his last bit of strength to break free from Zhao Yan's arms, and ran desperately towards the sunshine outside the door.

He said that if Ruoming lives in the sunshine, he must die cleanly like a human being.

Zhao Yan's pale face was distorted in rage, he chased after him, and a howl of zombies overflowed from his throat.

The zombies with a radius of tens of kilometers all heard this call, and gathered staggeringly towards the camp.

Liang Jianqiang was counting the weapons when he heard a voice rushing out: "What happened?"

At this moment, he saw Yan Ruoming stumbling towards him.

Yan Ruoming's handsome face was terribly pale, and his black and white eyeballs were filled with gray silence, and he turned into a corpse.

Before Liang Jianqiang could ask any more questions, he shot Yan Ruoming in the chest.

Yan Ruoming was shot and fell to the ground, struggling painfully with his slender fingers, trying to get up with difficulty.

Liang Jianqiang was about to replenish his gun, but saw that Zhao Yan, who was chasing him, had also turned into a corpse.

Seeing Yan Ruoming being shot, Zhao Yan howled angrily, and rushed towards Liang Jianqiang like lightning, grabbing the barrel of the gun with his five fingers.

Liang Jianqiang was about to shoot in a hurry, but Zhao Yan's pale fingers grabbed the metal gun barrel and smashed it.

At this time, Liang Jianqiang's younger brothers finally rushed out and shot one after another.

Zhao Yan howled again, and countless zombies began to try to climb the surrounding walls of the camp.

A few spider zombies crawled over first, howling and attacking the people in the camp.

The camp, which had been quiet for a few days, was once again captured by corpses.

Liang Jianqiang led his men to fight and retreat.

Zhao Yan took the opportunity to rush over to take Yan Ruoming away.

But at this moment, with a sudden slash on the head, Song Jian removed Zhao Yan's shoulders, took Yan Ruoming who was unconscious on the ground and fought and retreated, and quickly got into the car and fled.

The zombies couldn't keep up with the speed of the car, so Zhao Yan howled and jumped onto a truck, carrying a truck full of spider zombies to chase Song Jian and Yan Ruoming ahead.

Song Jian drove fast with a blank face, trying to get rid of the pursuers behind him.

Yan Ruoming sat in the passenger seat and slowly opened his eyes.

The gray eyes looked at Song Jian blankly.

Song Jian held the steering wheel tightly with his left hand, and picked up the gun with his right hand.

He knew that Yan Ruoming's condition was not good and would mutate at any time, but he...wasn't ready to personally understand Yan Ruoming.

Yan Ruoming looked at him with empty eyes, and suddenly said: "Song Jian, things are worse than we imagined."

Song Jian was stunned.

Yan Ruoming said: "Zhao Yan was infected with the original virus, and he infected me with this virus. The original virus can make people mutate into zombies, but they will not lose their thinking and reason. Song Jian, zombies are no longer those low-level people. Beasts, they have leaders and thoughts, and they will destroy everything in human beings."

Song Jian drove in silence.

Yan Ruoming said, "I can no longer stand by your side, Song Jian."

Song Jian said: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Ruoming said, "Song Jian, I heard the bell. It's the bell of the new world, and it's a sacrifice to human civilization."

Song Jian drove the car faster and faster: "Yan Ruoming, I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Yan Ruoming lightly picked up Song Jian's gun, and said, "Song Jian, I've always had a condescending temper all my life. I'm too used to it. I can't be a ghost in hell. Song Jian, say sorry to Chen Mo for me. Also, he loves you very much."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ruoming opened the car door and leaned out, turned his head and smiled at Song Jian: "Goodbye."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Ruoming took a gun and shot himself in the head.

The once arrogant and elegant young master fell from the car, and his completely dead body rolled into the mud in embarrassment.

The car chasing Song Jian stopped.

Zhao Yan scrambled down from the car, went to the side of the road and picked up Yan Ruoming's body tremblingly.

The wailing of the zombies was shrill and terrifying, echoing in the cold sky.

Song Jian closed his eyes, continued to move forward in silence, and joined Liang Jianqiang's team.

Find a new camp, they need to rest and gather more supplies.

At this moment, Chen Mo was driving that big truck along the seashore.

The old man was tired from sitting, and lay down on the open space behind the car seat with a quilt, quietly looking at the roof of the car.

Chen Mo said, "Grandpa, it's getting dark, it's not safe to drive at night, let's stop and have a rest."

The old man said, "Okay, let's stop for a while."

Chen Mo found a high wall, the truck and the wall formed an oblique angle, and pulled some wires at the exit.

In this way, even if zombies approach, they can get into the truck and drive away as soon as possible.

Chen Mo and the bartender went to find some dead branches nearby, and lived and cooked instant noodles in this simple triangular camp.

These instant noodles were packed in simple plastic bags, brought out by Liang Jianqiang from the safety zone, and the production date was half a year ago.

Except for the food brought out from the safe zone, I couldn't find any other unexpired snacks.

Chen Mo boiled the instant noodles for the three of them with bottled water. The old man had bad teeth and wanted to eat soft ones, so his portion had to be boiled in the pot for a while.

The bartender held the instant noodles and ate them, looking at the map by the light of the fire: "Momo, where have we been?"

Chen Mo pointed to a point on the map: "Here."

The bartender said happily: "We have already walked more than half of the way! Will we be able to reach the safe zone soon!"

Chen Mo said, "Yes."

The bartender joyfully picked out all the dehydrated vegetables in his instant noodles and gave them to Chen Mo: "Momo, eat it, children should take vitamin supplements. Isn't this road easy? Why is it the road to hell? , Could it be that Liang Jianqiang lied on purpose?"

Chen Mo said: "It's not easy to walk. We will enter the mountain tomorrow. We can't drive in. The rest of the road can only be walked on foot."

Bartender: "……………"

Chen Mo ate all the vegetables, and gave the bartender instant noodles with chopsticks: "Grandpa is not in good health and can't walk on mountain roads. Tomorrow, we will make that kind of small basket that Grandpa can sit in. We will carry it on our backs." Grandpa is going into the mountains."

The bartender had a sad face: "Momo, do we have no other way to go?"

He really didn't want to go on foot.

Whether you are tired or not is secondary, the main reason is that it is too dangerous.

It's so safe in the car, don't be afraid to meet zombies, just drive over, anyway, the corpses can't catch up.

Chen Mo said: "There is no road for driving. The road inside the mountain is only one meter wide at most, and cars cannot go in."

The bartender poked his head around.

Chen Mo asked suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

The bartender said, "Is this a village?"

Chen Mo nodded blankly.

The bartender had an idea and said, "Electric cars! This village is seven or eight kilometers away from the county seat. Shouldn't people in the village ride electric cars when they go to work in the county?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a while, then nodded in agreement: "But electric cars can't go far."

The bartender said: "Then let's get a few more batteries, and replace them when they run out. At least the old man won't have to walk by himself?"

Holding the bowl of instant noodles, Chen Mo looked at the flamboyant bartender seriously, and saw his shortcomings very seriously.

He's really not a smart guy.

The bartender patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "Momo, if you want to be a general in the future, I'll be your military adviser. Don't we brothers hit each other very well?"

The old man was very happy, eating instant noodles slowly, his eyes fell on Chen Mo's face kindly.

What a kid this is.

Such a good child should be pampered and coaxed by his family, find a good person to fall in love with, and live his life smoothly.

The old man sighed softly in his heart, and looked up into the distance. There was a spider zombie squatting on the branch behind Chen Mo, its bloodshot eyes staring at it without blinking, but it had no intention of attacking.

The next day, Chen Mo and the bartender went to the village to search for two electric vehicles and seven or eight batteries with relatively sufficient power.

These batteries are enough for them to cross this mountain under normal conditions.

The bartender also carefully selected the dual-purpose electric pedal, which can be used as a bicycle even if the battery is out.

Chen Mo rode an electric scooter with the elderly, and the bartender rode an electric scooter with their luggage.

Starting from here, it would take three or four days to cross the mountains, and none of them knew what was going on inside.

They no longer have the shelter of heavy trucks, and any accident will become extremely difficult.

After packing up his things, two electric cars drove into the mountain road one after the other.

The bartender now completely believes in Chen Mo's live navigation, and Pidianpidian follows Chen Mo's ass.

In order to save electricity, Chen Mo and the bartender will choose to use the pedals as long as they have a little strength, and then switch to electric ones when they are tired.

Chen Mo's nerves were tense all the time, and the bartender followed behind in fear.

But nothing happened along the way, only hares passing by occasionally and birds flapping their wings on the branches.

They didn't encounter zombies, nor did they encounter people.

According to legend, the road to hell is unbelievably quiet, and danger seems to be everywhere, but nothing can be felt.

Song Jian was still walking alone on the wall outside the camp.

The wind here is very cold, and it is almost winter.

In the last days, many people will die, and they must accept the speed at which people around them leave one by one.

Just like his brothers, just like Yan Ruoming.

But Song Jian was more and more deeply trapped in the fragile memory day by day.

He began to think of Chen Mo uncontrollably, the thin and well-behaved boy, and the faint breathing on the walkie-talkie.

I remembered Chen Mo's very soft cry.

"Song Jian...I can't catch up with you..."

The friendship in the end of the world is extremely thick and fragile, they can live and die together, and they can turn against each other at any time.

Everyone is trying to protect their lives, which is the most important thing.

Song Jian knew that Yan Ruoming had been using him all the time, and that smart young master knew what gesture to make so that he could work harder for the goal of saving the world without complaint or regret.

But Chen Mo is different, Chen Mo is different from everyone else.

The slender young man always followed him silently, holding a heavy gun in his thin arms, staggering to follow him, following him without complaint or regret.

That child was so stupid that he was in so much pain that he didn't know how to cry to him.

With the remaining half of a cigarette in his mouth, Song Jian slowly exhaled smoke rings in the afterglow of the setting sun.

That child Chen Mo had never learned to smoke, and every time he smelled the smell of smoke, he would frown and hide, covering his mouth and coughing with tears in his eyes.

Song Jian felt tingling pain in his heart, and those pains eroded his heart bit by bit more cruelly than a virus.

It wasn't that Chen Mo didn't catch up, but...but that he lost the little tail that always followed him.

Liang Jianqiang came to him: "Song Jian, we are leaving for the safe zone tomorrow, how about you?"

Song Jian took a deep breath of cigarette in silence, and said in a low voice, vaguely: "I want to go back to the transfer station."

Liang Jianqiang said, "Song Jian, there is no way Chen Mo will survive."

Song Jian pressed the cigarette butt against the wall, and said: "He followed me, he is my man. Even if he dies, he will die by my side. I can't let him die alone in the wilderness."

Liang Jianqiang said, "And then?"

Song Jian was silent for a while, then said: "Then, let's talk."

Liang Jianqiang patted Song Jian on the shoulder and took out a pack of cigarettes: "Come here."

Song Jian said: "I quit."