Pale Silence

Chapter 53 The Back

Song Jian thought he was hallucinating.

When people are at their limit physically and mentally, they will easily hallucinate and touch what they desire most in the darkness.

It was as if he heard the sound of rescue, as if he saw Chen Mo's shy and soft smile when he was young.

Song Jian smiled wryly and gradually fell into the darkness.

But the eager voice sounded again: "Brother Chen! Brother Chen, we are only three kilometers away from you! What should we do! Brother Chen!"

Song Jian's dull and numb brain finally felt a little real. He struggled to open his eyes, and in the colorful darkness, he reached out to find the source of the sound.

The voice rang again: "Brother Chen! Brother Chen! Are you still in place!"

Song Jian pierced his palm with the tile, and let the pain stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, forcing himself to wake up.

Chen Mo had completely fallen into a coma, and his feverish body was pressed against his chest. Only the scalding temperature could tell Song Jian that he was still alive.

Song Jian tremblingly grabbed Chen Mo's walkie-talkie, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak: "Chen Mo is in very bad condition, you... where are you..."

The big truck is driving towards Niujia Village.

Fang Yingchen snatched the walkie-talkie and said anxiously: "Brother Chen, how is he? We are in the southeast of Niujia Village, but we didn't find an X-ray machine. There are zombies everywhere!"

Song Jian looked down at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's breathing was very weak, and the scorching air slowly sprayed on the back of his hand, and he had completely lost consciousness.

Song Jian stood up staggeringly, and saw car lights slowly approaching far away.

Song Jian said: "You can't get through, there are too many zombies here."

Fang Yingchen said, "What should we do?"

Song Jian looked at the sleeping Chen Mo, took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered something.

The tank truck in Niujia Village!

Song Jian said: "Go and drive the oil tanker over here, try to get as close to us as possible, hurry up! Chen Mo won't last long!"

Fang Yingchen immediately understood: "I'll go there right away!"

Chen Mo woke up, opened his eyes in a daze, and said in a hoarse voice, "Song Jian..."

Song Jian hurriedly leaned over and hugged Chen Mo in his arms: "Momo."

Chen Mo blinked blankly and murmured, "Song Jian..."

Song Jian said: "Your people are back, and they can rescue us right away."

Chen Mo muttered in a daze: "Are we going home..."

Song Jian said: "Yes, we will go home immediately."

Tears slowly overflowed from the corners of Chen Mo's eyes: "Song Jian...I don't want to be a blood bank for Yan Ruoming for the rest of my life...I don't want to be a blood bank...you don't love me...you are...you lied to me...you always Lying to me...I hate you...Song Jian...I hate you..."

The high fever and dehydration made Chen Mo feel dazed.

Ten years slowly passed behind him, and he opened his eyes, as if he was still in the transfer station ten years ago.

In order to provide Yan Ruoming with more immune serum, he was injected with the extract of the zombie virus, and he had a fever all day long.

He was in pain and tired, and he was so wronged that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't refuse Song Jian's request.

Song Jian asked him to save Yan Ruoming, and he did.

Song Jian asked him for a blood transfusion, and he almost died from blood loss.

He gave everything for Song Jian, but in the end, Song Jian left him behind and left with Yan Ruoming without looking back.

All his pain and sacrifices have become a joke, and the grunts in the throats of those zombies seem to be laughing at the years when he was passionate and vile.

If...if I could do it all over again...

If time goes back, if he chooses to leave after the first meeting, even if he dies in the last days, even if he waits alone to become a zombie, it won't hurt so much.

He used countless reasons to explain the motives of all actions for Song Jian.

Why was he abandoned in the research institute, why was he allowed to be used by Yan Ruoming as a test subject, why was he forced to draw blood to support Yan Ruoming.

Why... When they parted at the end, they didn't even look back at him.

But it wasn't until the end that he realized that all the sacrifices and demands were just because... Song Jian didn't love him that much.

A person, he does not love you, so everything becomes a matter of course, he will never feel bad for you.

There were no stars that night, and the sky was pitch black.

Chen Mo opened his eyes in a dying trance, and met Song Jian's eyes.

It turned out that this was not the time of reincarnation ten years ago, they were just trapped on the roof by a group of zombies for many days.

The little food and water had been exhausted, and his condition was worse than that of Song Jian.

Chen Mo said softly, "Song Jian, I can't leave alive."

Song Jian said: "Nonsense."

Chen Mo said, "I can feel it."

Even if there weren't so many zombies on the ground, he didn't have the strength to rush out.

Song Jian said: "Your people will come to rescue us immediately."

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "Momo, I will let you get out alive."

A fuel tank truck drove over slowly and stopped outside the courtyard gate.

The zombies were attracted by the movement of the car, and some of them walked over to check in twos and threes, but found that the cab was empty.

So the corpses came back again and continued to surround the room.

On the roof of the car, the figure of a girl climbed up, neatly avoiding the sight of the corpses, secretly threw a fuel pipe into the yard, and opened the valve.

A large amount of gasoline flowed slowly, gradually submerging the ground at the feet of the corpses.

Seeing that the oil flow was about the same, Fang Yingchen closed the valve and sneaked back into the driver's cab, hid in the gap behind the car seat, pressed the intercom and said, "Brother Chen, it's all right. After the fire starts in a while, come around from the courtyard wall, from the southeast corner Come down and run eastward, we will meet you there."

Chen Mo's consciousness was fuzzy, and it took a lot of effort to barely understand this sentence, and he agreed wearily: "Okay."

Fang Yingchen breathed a sigh of relief, and drove away from here.

A few zombies chased for a while, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of the car, so they gave up quickly.

A sniper's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Brother Chen, get ready to go."

Chen Mo habitually looked towards the southeast, which was a position where his snipers often lurked.

Sure enough, there was a person lying on the roof of that private house.

If it wasn't for his natural vision, he probably wouldn't be able to see things so far away.

Chen Mo couldn't hold it anymore, but he still gritted his teeth and stood up: "Light it up."

The sniper received the order and shot steadily at the firewood pile in the yard at a distance of 800 meters.

The dry straw and the gasoline on the ground burned wildly together.

Zombies were burned all over the ground, howling and rolling, and the smoke billowed everywhere, and no one could see who they were.

Song Jian and Chen Mo covered their mouths and noses with their clothes, and walked on the cement stone brick courtyard wall under the cover of the fire and smoke.

The courtyard wall was only forty centimeters wide, and the two, one in front of the other, groped their way to the southeast corner of the wall.

His already weak body was even more dizzy and tottering in the thick smoke.

Chen Mo staggered and followed behind Song Jian, in a trance, he felt that the tall figure was getting farther and farther away from him... farther and farther away... and he was about to be unable to keep up...

Chen Mo choked with sobs and shouted with the last bit of strength: "Song Jian!"

This shout caught the attention of the zombies, and those zombies that were not burned but whose sight was disturbed by the thick smoke and flames rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Chen Mo felt like he was about to fall.

Maybe...it's all the same...

He was still left behind by Song Jian, he was still that unimportant little tail.

Chen Mo's body reached its limit, and he tried to catch Song Jian's back with his last strength.

But when the figure in front turned around, it was a hideous zombie face.

It's Zhao Yan!

Zhao Yan stood in front of him. He was already a zombie, but he still retained human anger and hatred.

Zhao Yan was holding a gun, and his pale and corpse-like face was filled with mad hatred: "Chen Mo, long time no see!"

Chen Mo was so exhausted that he could no longer lift his gun. Looking at Zhao Yan's familiar yet unfamiliar face, he murmured, "Zhao Yan...you...are you a corpse...or a human..."

Zhao Yan laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Corpse? You haven't awakened yet Chen Mo! I am not a corpse, not a so-called zombie, I am the god of the new world!"

He raised his arms and shouted in the fire, and the zombies that had been rolled all over the ground by the flames suddenly stopped struggling, but looked up at Zhao Yan, howling in submission.

Chen Mo's sluggish brain needed time to react, and he said, "You're crazy."

Zhao Yan smiled and shook his head: "You are the lunatics. You are not willing to accept the coming of the new world, and you are not willing to listen to the teachings of the gods. You are the lunatics, a group of lunatics who think they can go back to the past. I tell you, no one can stop The new world is coming! Come on, Chen Mo, I don’t hate you for blinding me, join the new world, you and I will stand together forever in the temple of the creator god! Yan Ruoming... Yan Ruoming, he originally You can also be with me... how I wish he could be with me...but he...but he...would rather die with the old world than...he would not go with me..."

There were no tears in the corpse's eyes, but the pain exploded in the rotting heart that was no longer beating, causing the zombies all over the ground to scream.

Zhao Yan said, "Chen Mo, come to the new world."

As he said that, Zhao Yan rushed towards Chen Mo, trying to bite Chen Mo's neck.

Chen Mo couldn't avoid it, so he closed his eyes subconsciously.

But when he was about to fall, he was hugged by a strong arm.

The sound of gunfire was deafening, the hot barrel brushed his cheek, and the bullet slipped through the barrel and shot at Zhao Yan fiercely.

Zhao Yan roared sharply.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, only to realize that Song Jian had been walking behind him and never left.

Zhao Yan picked up the gun with one hand angrily, pointed the gun at Chen Mo and Song Jian: "Then you all die together!!!"

Flames and thick smoke fluttered in the wind, and scorched hair brushed his eyebrows. Chen Mo looked at Zhao Yan's ferocious face, watched Zhao Yan pick up the gun, and watched Zhao Yan pull the trigger.

He thought, this time, he might really be dying.

But the moment the bullet was ejected, Song Jian suddenly turned around holding him, and the two of them fell into the flames and corpses under the wall together.

"boom!"

"boom!"

two bullets.

One was that Zhao Yan hit Song Jian in the back, and the other was that a sniper from a distance hit Zhao Yan's hand holding the gun.

Zhao Yan was filled with pain and anger, and with a roar, he ordered the zombie army to rush to the direction where the bullets came from to find the sniper.

The sniper wanted to kill Zhao Yan with another shot.

But Zhao Yan had already jumped off the high wall and mixed into the crowd of corpses. He had no chance, so he had to climb down resentfully, drive away from this hiding spot, and find a new place to cover Chen Mo and Song Jian.

Chen Mo and Song Jian fell off the wall, and countless zombies rushed up immediately.

Song Jian fired indiscriminately and led Chen Mo to the east as agreed.

A zombie had bitten his arm, and a bullet was still lodged in the muscle of his back.

Chen Mo's condition was very bad, his pupils began to slacken, and it was all because of Song Jian who dragged him forward.

Chen Mo stared blankly at Song Jian's back.

Seeing more and more scars on Song Jian's body, seeing the large bloodstains gradually spreading on Song Jian's back.

For ten years, he has always hated Song Jian for leaving him behind. He always had nightmares night after night, dreaming that he would not be able to catch up with Song Jian's back no matter what.

He hated for ten years, suffered for ten years, and cried silently by himself for ten years.

He doesn't want to see Song Jian again, doesn't want to love again, and doesn't want to be let down again.

But this time, no matter what, Song Jian will grab him and go together, and will never leave him behind.

The tall figure rushed forward resolutely, and when the bullets ran out, he used the knife, swinging the knife with one hand and holding him tightly with the other, even though he had become a complete drag, he refused to let go.

enough……

This... is enough...

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian's back, his staggering steps became heavier and heavier, but he smiled.

enough.

As long as you don't get left behind, don't get left behind.

Even if there is not so much love, there is no unique and deepest friendship.

But Song Jian didn't abandon him again.

Only this time, even if it is death, it will not feel so painful.

Chen Mo said softly: "Song Jian, don't take me with you, you can go by yourself...you can still go..."

Song Jian didn't look back.

The flames were too big, and the howls of the zombies were overwhelming. Song Jian might not have heard his words at all.

It was getting dark before Chen Mo's eyes, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The long-lost comfort and sweetness slowly enveloped him, and those voices became far, far away.

Song Jian was calling his name hoarsely, his voice was so painful that it seemed to be calling for the love of his life.

Chen Mo wanted to say: "Song Jian, leave me behind and go, this time, I don't blame you."

But he was actually speechless.

He closed his eyes and passed out in Song Jian's arms, like a tired child.

Chen Mo has experienced many, many pains in his life.

He later understood that the pain was caused by the hope that everything would end.

He hoped that the apocalypse would end soon, and he hoped that Song Jian could love him.

He hopes that his relatives are still alive, and he hopes that he can have a normal life again.

These hopes were floating far away, and all calamity became painful because he was trying to bear it, because he wanted to hold on to hope.

So, when all hope faded away like floating clouds, he no longer felt pain.

The old man who had been taking care of him had gone back, and he no longer hated Song Jian and Yan Ruoming.

So this time he fell asleep, and Chen Mo slept very peacefully.

He slept for a long, long time.