Pale Silence

Chapter 5

There are more and more people in the base, and the area of ​​safety cleared out is also getting bigger and bigger.

This requires more walkie-talkies to direct and communicate with people around the base.

Zhao Yan said: "Boss, there are no walkie-talkies in this supermarket, they are all daily necessities."

Song Jian frowned, as if he was extremely unwilling to give up.

Looking at the swaying green leaves and flowers outside the window, Chen Mo said softly, "Go three kilometers north on this street and turn left into the community. There is an outdoor sporting goods store in the community. There may be a walkie-talkie there."

Wu Yuesheng was stunned: "Have you been here?"

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian, lowered his head and said, "I saw it on the map. There was a sporting goods store marked there. It was a map from five years ago. I don't know if that store is still there."

Before anyone could respond, Song Jian had strode out: "Go to the sporting goods store."

The few remaining people had no choice but to keep up. Brother Li reminded Song Jian expressionlessly: "If there is another accident, we may not be able to go back before dark."

Song Jian said: "Xiao Wu, you go and pry open that Rolls-Royce for me, and then you drive back in a big car."

Wu Yuesheng said: "Boss, that car is Zhao Yan's fancy, you can't take love with a knife!"

Song Jian said: "I know, I will try my best to drive him back."

Wu Yuesheng went to torture the Rolls Royce.

Li Ge and Zhao Yan are in charge of vigilance.

Song Jian took out crumpled paper and half a pencil from his pocket, and said to Chen Mo, "Draw the map briefly."

Chen Mo said, "I'll go with you."

Song Jian frowned.

Chen Mo tightly held the gun in his arms: "I have memorized the map of the whole city, even... even if I can't find it there, I can still think of other places. And it's very dangerous here... very... very easy to take a sudden risk. Out of the zombies, you go to the walkie-talkie, and I will protect you."

It's been a long time since he took the initiative to say so many words, and he stumbled, so anxious that he was about to cry.

Song Jian bit his cigarette butt, a little irritable and helpless.

He knew that driving three kilometers alone to find supplies in an unfamiliar community was definitely not a suitable thing.He should take someone with him, someone who will stop at nothing to protect him.

Song Jian didn't think so much when he rescued Chen Mo, he just took a fancy to Chen Mo's face that looked a bit like Yan Ruoming, and wanted to take it back to raise him, to make up for the dead silence in his heart.

But Chen Mo was not quite like Yan Ruoming, but gave him more surprises and surprises.

Wu Yuesheng waved: "Boss, this car is ready!"

Song Jian pressed the butt of the cigarette on the car, looked at Chen Mo complicatedly, and said, "Come on, follow me to get the walkie-talkie."

Rolls-Royce is a luxury car, even if it is driven in such a ruins where blood and monsters are raging, it can still drive a bit of inexplicable romance.

Wu Yue was a half-bad guy, he fixed the engine but broke other equipment, the hood couldn't close, Song Jian and Chen Mo could only run wildly with the cold wind blowing all the way.

Chen Mo held his gun tightly and sneezed sullenly.

Song Jian looked sideways at the little boy who was about to shrink into a ball from the cold, feeling a little bit responsible and repaying in his heart, he tore off his jacket and threw it to Chen Mo: "Put it on."

Chen Mo's slender body was wrapped in Song Jian's large jacket. While wiping his nose with toilet paper, he shivered and lusted after the residual warmth of the clothes.

Song Jian is a very careful and considerate person, which is one of the reasons why he can become a small leader in this barren land apart from violence.

As the sky gradually darkened, Chen Mo looked around with his gun on his shoulders, guarding Song Jian.

Song Jian glanced sideways at Chen Mo and said, "Where is your home?"

Chen Mo whispered, "Jiushan County."

Song Jian didn't remember such a small county town, he asked with a cigarette in his mouth, "How's the situation over there?"

Chen Mo said, "Very bad."

After the zombie outbreak, Chen Mo and his family hid at home for a long time.

They lived on the fifth floor of an old community and were lucky to escape the first wave of disasters.

Chen Mo climbed to the top of the building, used bricks and sundries to make a "SOS" distress signal, stretched out a flag from the window, and tried to communicate with the survivors.

The whole family has better psychological qualities and survival skills than ordinary people, and they still optimistically believe that they can survive until the end of the disaster even when water and electricity are cut off.

At first, nearby residents responded to them.

Several people who have never met before are gesticulating in the space above the two adjacent residential buildings, cheering each other up and shouting to survive.

But later, there were fewer and fewer people, and more and more zombies.

The food and water at home ran out, so they had no choice but to go out of the house and start searching for supplies, and were chased by zombies and fled around.

Song Jian said: "It's also very bad here. Many people want to go out, but they are stuck on the highway, so they can only get out of the car and run."

Chen Mo whispered, "Were you also running at that time?"

Song Jian held a cigarette in his mouth and remained silent without answering.

At that time, he was driving frantically towards the office building of Yan's Group.

Yan Ruoming was holding a seminar on the funding of major infectious disease medical projects. Song Jian ran out of Yan's house and rushed to the city center against the flow of people to save Yan Ruoming.

It was getting darker.

Song Jian turned sharply and rushed into a desolate community.

Chen Mo said softly, "Go forward, there is a row of shops under Building No. [-]."

When Song Jian and the others came out to search for things, there were three places where they needed to be most careful: densely populated residential areas, schools, and business districts.

Song Jian held his gun and said, "Be careful, there may be a relatively large group of corpses here."

Chen Mo whispered, "There should be no corpses here."

Song Jian looked back at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was wearing Song Jian's large jacket and lowered his head nervously.

Song Jian lit another cigarette and said casually, "Tell me."

Chen Mo said: "This is a high-end community. It is impossible for people who can afford a house here to not have a car. But there are very few cars here, and there are not many traces of blood and fighting. It is likely that people in this community They were basically evacuated before the turmoil broke out on a large scale, so there won't be too many corpses here."

The corner of Song Jian's mouth curled up, and he patted Chen Mo's thin shoulder with his big hand: "You stay outside, I'll go in and find what we need, help me secure the outside."

Chen Mo nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, a gun on his back, and a knife in his hand, Song Jian walked into the small sporting goods store gracefully.

This is a great place.

Not only walkie-talkies, sports shoes, non-slip gloves, ropes, compass, flashlights and laser pointers for outdoor sports are all the equipment they need most.

But today he and Chen Mo only came here, and they had to evacuate before dark for safety reasons, so they could only pick up important things and take them away first.

Song Jian installed two packs of batteries and an intercom flashlight, took out a cigarette and threw it on the car, biting the end of the cigarette and blew out a messy smoke ring, and said vaguely: "What did you find?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "There's nothing, it's very quiet here."

Song Jian took a deep breath of the choking smoke, calmly swallowed the smoke into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled: "Do you think quietness is a good thing?"

Chen Mo looked into Song Jian's eyes in a daze, and asked anxiously: "I...I said the wrong thing..."

Song Jian looked at the little thing that looked like he answered the wrong teacher's question in class, and couldn't help but smiled again: "Yes, at least for us now, being quiet is a good thing."

Chen Mo held the gun and looked around meticulously.

Song Jian said: "Go in and find what you need to take, and take a few more travel bags by the way."

Chen Mo asked, "What about you?"

Song Jian said: "I'll be on guard outside, don't worry, the inside has already been cleaned."

Chen Mo obediently got into the dark and cramped sporting goods store, and after a while came out staggeringly carrying two big bags: "I... I took a few binoculars and tape."

Before the words finished, Chen Mo looked at Song Jian's sad eyes in astonishment.

Song Jian closed the wallet expressionlessly, and put it in his trouser pocket pretending to be nonchalant: "It's almost there, let's go."

Chen Mo is a person who is not very good at showing his curiosity.

In this world, many people carry some small items with them.

Pocket watches, rings, bracelets, even a piece of candy paper, a small origami crane.

This is the only way for survivors to honor their dead in this precarious apocalypse.

Chen Mo also kept a very small piece of chocolate, which was saved by his sister in the barely enough rations.Before dying, the seven-year-old girl took it out of her pocket with her little bloody hand, blinked her big eyes and said, "Brother...don't be hungry, you won't grow tall..."

Those bloody and painful memories are not worth sharing with others, nor can they accept the sympathetic eyes of others.

Therefore, Chen Mo would never ask other people's secrets. He secretly looked at Song Jian who was driving seriously beside him, and played with the lighter that Song Jian threw to him.

They didn't make it back to base before dark.

Song Jian was smoking a cigarette, looking at the dark distance.

Under the darkness of night, the unformed high wall outside the distant base can be vaguely seen.

They are generally not active at night.

Because it is difficult to see the zombies standing still in the shadows in the dark, but the zombies can smell them.

Song Jian said: "We need to find a place to wait until dawn before going back."

Chen Mo said: "Turn left at the next intersection and enter the small road. There is a hut where the forestry staff rest. I don't know if there are any zombies."

Song Jian pinched out the cigarette and said, "Go, hold your gun."

They drove to the forest farm.

This forest was built by the city for a tourism project. The forests are neatly arranged in rows, and the poplar trees are neither tall nor short and uniform in thickness.

There are few people here, and there is nothing to attract zombies. It should be the safest place at night.

The car stopped about ten meters away from the hut, and Song Jian threw the night vision goggles to Chen Mo: "See if there is any movement around."

Chen Mo looked in the direction of the hut with the night vision goggle.

The door was wide open, and there were no zombies or living people in sight.

Chen Mo said, "There is no movement in the house."

Song Jian said, "Yes."

Chen Mo continued to observe, there was no movement on the left, nor behind, on the right...

Chen Mo held up the night vision goggles and looked to the right. A face that was close at hand opened its bloody mouth and gnawed at him fiercely.Chen Mo broke out in a cold sweat, reflexively slammed the night vision goggle on the zombie's nose, and shouted, "Go!"

Song Jian suddenly drove towards the hut.

The zombie roared in pain, and raised its hand to grab Chen Mo's shoulder.

Rolls-Royce dragged the zombies forward quickly.

Chen Mo saw the group of corpses from the rearview mirror, and he said, "I can't go to the hut! Let's go!"

Song Jian looked sideways at the zombie still hanging on Chen Mo, and roared angrily, "Fuck!"

Seeing that the zombie was about to grab Chen Mo's shoulders and climb up, Chen Mo had no choice but to make a quick decision. He took off his jacket and covered the zombie's face.

The sticky and smelly blood of the zombie stained his white fist, and Chen Mo felt that his fist hurt a little, maybe he was injured.

He hurriedly wiped off the zombie blood on his hands with his clothes, and checked his hands for wounds.

Song Jian drove to the main road and turned back to the city: "Are you injured?"

Chen Mo tried hard to keep calm, but his voice trembled in great fear and cried: "I...I can't see..."