Pale Silence

Chapter 32 The New Crisis

The armory was dark.

Chen Mo ran two steps quickly, and accidentally bumped into a broad and strong embrace.

Song Jian quickly covered Chen Mo's mouth and whispered, "Hush."

Chen Mo obediently kept his mouth shut and rubbed against Song Jian's arms.

Song Jian whispered: "There is movement inside, follow behind me."

Chen Mo nodded obediently, and followed Song Jian with a gun in his hand, walking slowly in the dark.

There are all kinds of guns and ammunition piled up here, like a huge maze.

Chen Mo heard footsteps on the other side of the box.

He tensed up even more.

Are there any zombies over there?

Or are there survivors?

Will there really be living people in such a place?

Chen Mo eavesdropped on the movement next to him, and followed Song Jian cautiously.

A light footstep sounded from behind, Chen Mo turned his head abruptly, and saw clearly in the darkness that the shadow kicked the opponent's knee.

The visitor didn't expect him to react so quickly, he couldn't dodge and bumped into the box next to him, and hurriedly stabilized his lower body and grabbed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was not good at fighting, so he almost shot with his gun.

Fortunately, Song Jian reacted quickly, rushed over and trembled with that shadow.

The two silently exchanged moves in the dark, and the shadow finally spoke: "You are alive!"

Song Jian stopped: "Are you alive?"

The two sides stopped fighting, and slowly stopped in tacit understanding.

In the darkness, Chen Mo silently turned on the small flashlight on his chest, illuminating the faces of two living people.

The black shadow hidden in the dark revealed the vicissitudes of life.

He looked about 50 to [-] years old, wearing body armor and military uniform, armed like a walking tank, looked at the two strangers dangerously, and said, "What are you here for?"

Chen Mo said obediently, "My gun is out of bullets..."

The man said: "There are a lot of bullets here, I'm afraid you won't be able to take them away."

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian.

Song Jian said: "We don't need to take away a lot, it's enough to save our lives."

The man laughed mockingly: "Saving your life? Running here is sending you to your death."

Chen Mo was a little dazed: "The zombies here are not scary, we and Jian Jian came in."

The man said: "Really, then I am guarding such a large arsenal, why am I still trapped to death here?"

Chen Mo grabbed Song Jian's sleeve uneasily, and looked towards the sunlight outside the crack of the door.

The man said: "You can't go out, I have limited food, in order to live a few more days, I may kill you, and then eat your corpses, so that I can sustain myself."

Chen Mo whispered, "The dead body cannot be eaten, it will be infected."

The man frowned: "What did you say?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I've seen it before."

It was the end of the first year when the zombies broke out. Chen Mo and his family hid in an underground shelter, with zombies wandering around above their heads.

Everyone's way of life was blocked, and everyone was shivering in the dark, unable to go out to find food, and the food in their hands became less and less.

Things started to spiral out of control.

They know that everyone will starve to death here.

There are only two ways, go out to die, or find a way to survive here.

There were more than 20 people in the shelter, and all the adults collectively made a terrible decision.

Draw lots, and those who win the red lottery will be shared and eaten by other survivors.

One girl was drawn.

She wailed and begged frantically, struggling to run.

She would rather go out and be eaten by zombies than cook the same kind of food.

Several men grabbed her back from the escape route and slit her throat with a knife.

Thirsty and hungry people are crazier than zombies. They swallow the girl's blood and eat the girl's flesh.

Chen Mo's parents couldn't do such a thing, they hugged the two children in the corner and whispered to comfort the frightened children.

Chen Mo hugged his younger sister, and saw the people who had eaten human flesh through the gap between his parents' arms.

He has a good memory, and those who meet him will never forget it again.

So he clearly remembered that after that night, all the people who had eaten human flesh turned into zombies.

None fell, all turned into zombies.

The destiny is actually not fair. It turns the world into a jungle where survival is difficult, but it never allows people to have animal nature in their hearts.

Chen Mo looked up at the man's face and said in a low voice, "You can't eat people."

The man was stunned, and resentfully gave up this beautiful fantasy.

He said: "You can't stay here for too long. I don't have enough food to share with you. Sooner or later we will fight to the death."

Chen Mo said, "You alone can't beat us."

Song Jian said: "We won't stay here and grab that moldy ration with you. Momo, find what you want, and we'll go back before dark."

The man shrugged: "Let's go, I can see you among the zombies wandering outside before dark."

Song Jian ignored the man's crazy words.

This man had been alone in the arsenal for an unknown amount of time, and he looked like he was going crazy.

It's not safe for the old man to be alone at home, he and Chen Mo had better go back quickly.

Chen Mo carried another AK and took so many bullets that his thin arms could barely hold it.

Song Jian's long knife was cut a little bit curled in the battle at the gas station, and he took a triangular army thorn from here.

It was useless for the man to guard the pile of ammunition, so he stood aside and watched Song Jian and Chen Mo pick and choose numbly.

After picking out the weapon, Chen Mo leaned over the crack of the door and took a look, and found that the outside was empty, and the zombie group might still be attracted by his clothes hanging in the corner, and did not come to the front door.

Chen Mo nodded to Song Jian, indicating that he could go.

Song Jian raised his hand to take off the dead backpack on Chen Mo's shoulder, hung it on his shoulder, touched Chen Mo's head and said, "Let's go, return the same way, pay attention to safety."

Chen Mo looked at the person standing in the darkness of the arsenal, and whispered, "Uncle, won't you leave with us?"

The man was so embarrassed by the uncle's call, he stroked his messy beard and hair, and said, "I'm not leaving. In this world, it's just a matter of living wherever you go."

Chen Mo and Song Jian opened the door, walked back along the long road, walked through the bushes where they came, and climbed up the fence by stepping on the car parked against the wall.

There is no difference between the way back and the way back.

The world was still empty and silent, and the zombies under their feet wandered sluggishly, not looking up at the sky.

Chen Mo bounced up and down on the wall, just like he was playing alone on the wall when he was a child.

But now is not his world, his parents and sister are already dead in the apocalypse, he is carrying a gun, like a wandering ranger.

They made it to the back door very well.

Just as Song Jian was about to go down, Chen Mo stopped him: "Song Jian, wait!"

Song Jian asked: "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo said, "It's not right...Song Jian, I can't say it, but it's not right..."

Song Jian looked towards the gate.

The car was parked there, but the door that was originally open was closed again.

Song Jian comforted Chen Mo: "Maybe it was the strong wind that closed the door, you guard it, I'll go down and have a look."

Chen Mo said, "There are smoke bombs in the bag, you take them."

Song Jian said: "It's okay, don't worry."

Chen Mo was a little anxious: "You take it!"

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, looked down at Chen Mo's little face that was about to burst into tears, and smiled softly: "Momo, you really look like a little daughter-in-law."

Saying that, Song Jian jumped down with the gun in his hand, walked quickly to the door, raised his hand and opened the door.

He planned to drive the car and go back to pick up Chen Mo.

But as soon as he got to the car door, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Before he could react, a skinny hand suddenly stretched out from under the car and grabbed his ankle fiercely.

Song Jian broke that hand with a shot, quickly opened the door and got into the car, and got out of the car with a kick of the accelerator. The zombie rushed towards Chen Mo, shouting: "Momo, get in the car!"

Chen Mo jumped from the wall onto the roof of the car.

A spider zombie hiding in the dark screamed and rushed over.

Chen Mo fired several shots and finally pushed the zombie back. Before he could jump to the ground, two more zombies rushed towards him.

Seeing that Chen Mo was about to be thrown on the roof by the zombies, Song Jian opened the skylight.

Chen Mo jumped into the car while shooting, and fired two more shots at the sky.

Song Jian closed the sunroof and started the car. The wheels ran over the corpse on the ground again, and the car reversed and rushed out of the gate roaring.

Chen Mo had lingering fears: "These things came with us?"

Song Jian comforted Chen Mo: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we are safe. We will go back now, pick up Grandpa and leave here."

Song Jian controlled the car to make a sharp turn and was about to rush onto the road, but suddenly bumped into something.

Chen Mo immediately raised his gun.

Only then did the two realize that they accidentally knocked a spider zombie into the air just now.

Song Jian cursed secretly, started the car again and slammed on the accelerator, only to find that something seemed to be stuck in the wheel, and the car couldn't drive out.

But one after another spider zombies rushed forward one after another, their Adam's Apple twitched slightly, and they communicated with each other in gurgling voices. Their skinny limbs and heads hit the window glass hard, and their bloodshot eyes stared at the people in the car.

The window glass was smashed and trembled, and it was about to be smashed into cracks.

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian and whispered, "We will die here."

Song Jian stepped on the gas pedal desperately, and said in a deep voice, "No. Momo, we will survive."

Chen Mo said: "Song Jian, I'm not afraid of being bitten. I'll go out and lure the corpses away. You go."

Song Jian said: "Momo, I have already caused you a lot of pain!"

The car started and rushed forward quickly.

The front windshield was filled with zombies, and the sight was completely blocked. Song Jian could only feel his way.

Chen Mo's mind quickly visualized the road he had just passed.

He subconsciously grabbed the steering wheel, slammed to the left before the front of the car hit the wall, and drove smoothly onto the road.

Two of the zombies lying on the car were thrown off.

Seeing this, Song Jian hurriedly turned the steering wheel several times on the highway, and finally he could see the direction ahead.

Chen Mo tried to clear all the spider zombies lying on the car, but the shooting angle was very limited, and he fired several shots from the window to no avail.

Song Jian pondered for a while and said, "Momo, can you drive?"

Chen Mo panicked and said, "No... no... I haven't studied for a driver's license!"

Song Jian said: "The ones you step on, the left, middle and right are the brakes and gas pedals respectively. When you slow down and step on the brakes to accelerate, you only get the gas pedal. Come and drive."

Song Jian put down the back of the driver's seat and ran to the back seat with the military thorn in his hand.

Chen Mo had no choice but to catch the ducks on the shelf and crawl over to hold the steering wheel, like Song Jian, flicking left and right,

Song Jian tried his best to stand still in the novice driver's car that was shaking like a big pendulum, and pushed open the sunroof to stab out by feeling.

A hoarse scream sounded, and Song Jian knew he had stabbed correctly.

Song Jian stepped on the car seat, leaned out from the sunroof, and cleaned the spider zombies on the roof with a cold weapon.

Chen Mo drove the car nervously.

He was very familiar with the road conditions of this road, and he had already predicted in his heart when he turned and went straight, so the speed of the car became faster and faster, and the shaking became more and more fierce.The spider zombies on the roof of the car couldn't spare time to bite Song Jian. They were either thrown off or pierced by Song Jian through the eyeballs to death.

The car drove out of the urban area, and the zombies on the roof were finally cleaned up.

Song Jian returned to the car covered in stench of corpse fluid.

Only then did Chen Mo slow down the car, and asked nervously with tears in his voice, "Are you not injured?"

Song Jian died under the t-shirt splattered with corpse fluid, his whole body of tendons rising and falling with his breath amid the rapid secretion of adrenaline.He leaned over and climbed into the driver's seat, kissed Chen Mo on the mouth, panting: "Now there is no sugar to reward you, give me two more kisses."

Chen Mo stepped on the brakes to the bottom, embraced Song Jian's face and kissed him actively, and murmured in shock: "I want to kiss a lot..."

The two kissed for a while in the car, comforted each other and slowly calmed down, making sure that there were no zombies following them, and then drove back to the villa area.

The old man played Tai Chi with headphones at home, and even leisurely steamed a pot of steamed buns for Song Jian and Chen Mo.

If it weren't for the many zombies outside the window, and if Song Jian's body fluids were not stained with zombies, this scene would be as warm as an elderly grandfather preparing dinner and waiting for his grandchildren to come home from get out of class.

Seeing the two of them coming back, the old man said worriedly, "Are you in danger?"

Song Jian was shirtless and went to find a towel, his broad and majestic back was covered with hideous burn scars.

He wiped his face with a towel, rubbed the back of Chen Mo's neck and said, "It's okay, old man, I'll take Momo to take a bath, and we'll leave this place at dawn tomorrow, it's not safe here."