Pale Silence

Chapter 52

Chen Mo didn't respond to Song Jian, nor did he ask for the half bottle of water in Song Jian's hand.

They just sat side by side on the roof in silence, letting the wind exchange their thoughts.

Song Jian said: "Momo, do you hate me, or do you blame me?"

Chen Mo said, "No."

Song Jian said, "It's written all over your face that you want to beat me up."

Chen Mo choked for a moment and said, "No."

Song Jian said: "Momo, you are still so stubborn."

Chen Mo couldn't hear others mentioning the old things, he curled himself up into a ball, and those old sorrows slowly dissipated in his heart.

He is no longer the naive and foolish young man ten years ago, he will not lose his soul because of a few words of easy coaxing, and he will no longer love someone who doesn't love him without bumping into the south wall and without looking back.

Song Jian was silent for a long time.

The sun rose slowly overhead.

The crowd of corpses still surrounded them tightly, and those hungry eyes stared greedily at the two living people on the roof.

Chen Mo tried to contact his team members twice with the walkie-talkie, but did not hear back.

Time passed slowly, from dawn to dusk.

Chen Mo and Song Jian have been trapped here for more than ten hours, and there has been no news of the reinforcements. They haven't returned, and they can't be contacted by walkie-talkie.

Twenty hours had passed since they last ate, and after suffering so long under the sun and wind, their mental and physical states began to decline.

Song Jian walked around the roof again, returned to Chen Mo, and asked, "How is it?"

Chen Mo looked down at the walkie-talkie, shook his head, and said, "No reply."

Song Jian said: "Momo, we have to make our own plans."

Chen Mo didn't want to talk to Song Jian, but it would be extremely irrational if he still got into trouble with himself and his only teammate under such circumstances.

They can't survive the night up there, so they must get out of here before dark, at least go to a place with food and water to wait for rescue.

So Chen Mo stood up, looked up and looked around.

He didn't sleep all night, relying on his tense nerves to lift his spirits, he suddenly stood up and felt a little dizzy.

Song Jian silently supported Chen Mo's waist: "Be careful."

Chen Mo whispered, "Thank you."

Before he finished speaking, he silently took a step to the side, avoiding Song Jian's hand.

The planning of this village is rather random, with yards of different sizes. Some of the walls are made of cement stone bricks and some are made of mud and wheat straw. The walls are not connected to each other, so the night they spent on the roof was extra safe.

But safety is not enough, they must find their own way out of here.

The house was surrounded by zombies in all directions, and there was no way out except to break in.

Chen Mo saw a car in the yard, which was left here when their people fled.

Last night's escape was too hasty, the others only drove away one cargo compartment, and the rest of the vehicles were parked in the yard, where food and gasoline were stored.

Chen Mo said, "I'll try to see if I can drive that car. If I can, I'll come pick you up."

Song Jian said, "I'll go."

Chen Mo said: "You died after being caught by a zombie, I'm fine."

With that said, Chen Mo picked up his gun and walked to the roof, and said to Song Jian without looking back, "Cover me."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Mo jumped off the roof while shooting, and stepped on the zombies firmly. Before the zombies could react, he shot wildly all the way to kill a bloody path.

Song Jian had no time to stop this little lunatic, so he stood on the edge of the roof and fired wildly to clear the way for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo lumbered left and right among the corpses, and the gun in his hand was splattered with corpse blood, making it slippery and difficult to grasp.

Some scratches and bites pierced the skin, and the corpses became more fierce after seeing the blood, howling to tear Chen Mo's thin body into pieces.

Song Jian roared: "Come back! Momo, come back to me!"

Chen Mo was less than three meters away from the car. He was eager to rush into the car, but there were more and more corpses, and the spider zombie's skinny fingers almost stuck into his neck several times.

Chen Mo had no choice but to retreat.

Song Jian lay half his body on the outside of the roof, stretched out his gun and fired to clear an open space, shouting: "Come up!"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and grabbed the barrel of the gun. The muscles on Song Jian's arm suddenly swelled, and he lifted Chen Mo up with a force.

Covered in corpse blood, Chen Mo staggered into Song Jian's arms, panting tremblingly: "Song Jian...we can't go...what should we do...we can't go..."

Song Jian fired several shots at the house, held Chen Mo's bloody body tightly with one hand, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I must have a way to take you away, it's okay, Momo, trust me, it's okay..."

Chen Mo had many scratches and bites on his body.

He wasn't good at melee combat originally, but because he wasn't afraid of being bitten, he rushed to the front every time.

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo and retreated to the middle of the roof, which was the blind spot of the zombies, which would make Chen Mo feel safer.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, sat up from Song Jian's arms, and tore off his clothes to treat his wound.

Those wounds ranged from mild to severe, mild ones were like scratches from being scratched by a kitten, while severe ones were bloody and fleshy.

Chen Mo said, "I have a sewing kit in my pocket."

Without saying a word, Song Jian took out the simple sewing kit and anti-inflammatory medicine from Chen Mo's pocket, pasted the anti-inflammatory medicine on the bleeding wound, and then used the simple needle and thread to sew up the wound.

No pain relief, no anesthesia.

Chen Mo's thin and handsome face was pale, and blood and corpse fluid splashed onto his cheeks, reflecting his dazed eyes.

He was used to this kind of pain, and he didn't even need a bit of expression of forbearance.

One stitch at a time, the rolled-up skin and flesh are brought together again.

Chen Mo quietly looked into the distance.

Song Jian's heart ached so much that his lips turned pale.

The group of corpses that tasted the bloody smell on Chen Mo's body became more frenzied, trying desperately to climb up to the roof and eat the two surviving humans.

The virus entered the body and stimulated Chen Mo's immune system, so Chen Mo started to have a fever.

He's used to it.

Every time he was bitten, he would develop a fever, the temperature and duration depending on how badly he was bitten.

It was completely dark, and they couldn't find a way to leave.

Chen Mo's body temperature gradually rose, and he felt a little cold, so he curled up in the dark, closing his eyes tightly in discomfort.

Song Jian walked over and hugged Chen Mo in his arms, trying to relieve Chen Mo's discomfort with his own body temperature.

Chen Mo struggled a bit.

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo tightly in his arms, and whispered hoarsely, "Don't move."

Chen Mo said weakly, "Don't touch me..."

Song Jian said: "No."

Chen Mo was suffering vaguely from the high fever.

A high fever made one's heart fragile, and Chen Mo was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry.

He choked with sobs and tried to shrink even tighter: "Let go of me...Song Jian...you are always like this...why are you always like this..."

Song Jian said guiltily in a low voice: "Momo, I was wrong. I was wrong for ten years before I waited for a chance to correct my mistakes. Don't cry, okay..."

Chen Mo didn't want to listen to Song Jian's words.

Either explanation or guilt.

It's been so long, so much time has passed.

Song Jian watched the old world gradually desolate and collapsed into ruins outside, and he watched the toddler grow into a teenager in the safe zone.

Ten years of time disappeared in the blink of an eye in a trance, so what's the point of saying those words?

Chen Mo thought of what happened a long time ago, the gun Song Jian handed him, and the precious snacks in the base.

But he also remembered the things Song Jian asked him to give Yan Ruoming a blood transfusion, and Song Jian grabbed Yan Ruoming's arm and fled to the distance, leaving him indifferently among the corpses.

Remembering that he was drunk, crying and refusing to give Yan Ruoming a blood transfusion, Song Jian eagerly shouted "I love you" in his ear.

This person even said he loved him, all for Yan Ruoming.

How dare he accept another apology that was ten years late.

Chen Mo was dizzy from the high fever. He saw the ferocious shadows of zombies rushing towards him one after another. He saw the bright sky slowly disappearing into the gray-white world.

He looked at the residential area where he lived in his childhood, saw the smoke coming out of the windows, and saw the sand pile next to the school playground, and it was his young self looking at the sunset that had lost its color.

He choked up in a coma, and said in a low voice: "Song Jian...what's the point...you even said you love me...you are deceiving..."

Chen Mo completely fell asleep.

He had a high fever, his pale face was burning hot, and his long eyelashes hung wearily in the night.

Song Jian's heart trembled and ached.

Chen Mo knew that that little fool had long known the purpose of saying I love you, but he still cried and looked into his eyes, obediently doing Yan Ruoming's mobile blood bank.

At that time, why he never thought about it, why he never thought about how much pain Chen Mo felt in his heart.

He used to hurt that boy unscrupulously, but now, even if he tried his best, he couldn't make Chen Mo believe what he said.

The next day, Chen Mo's fever subsided a little.

But without food for more than 30 hours, they are all in poor condition.

Song Jian has been used to being alone for ten years, and he is used to carrying all his wealth with him.

But following Chen Mo's team this time made him a little relaxed. He only had a few pieces of candy and half a bottle of mineral water in his pocket.

Chen Mo lay weakly on the roof, supporting himself to half sit up, holding the gun and continuing to observe the surrounding terrain, trying to find a new way out.

He pressed the intercom with a hoarse voice: "I'm Chen Mo. I'm not in a good condition right now. How are you doing? Hear the answer, hear the answer."

But there was no voice from the companion on the walkie-talkie, only a vague electric current slid through the eardrums, and there was a dead silence between the world and the earth.

Song Jian peeled off a piece of candy and put it in Chen Mo's mouth.

Chen Mo looked away slightly: "I don't want to eat."

Song Jian said: "You must eat, you can't hold it any longer."

Chen Mo took a deep breath. He didn't want to have any more contact with Song Jian, but he was a rational person. He knew how bad his body was, and he had to rely on this piece of candy to survive.

Song Jian stuffed the piece of candy into Chen Mo's mouth: "Strawberry flavor, do you like it?"

Chen Mo held the piece of fruit candy in his mouth, allowing the sweetness to slowly permeate his mouth and throat, and his extremely weak body slowly absorbed the hard-won nutrients.

Chen Mo adjusted his breathing slowly, he felt better.

Song Jian stood beside him quietly without speaking.

Neither of them had any more communication.

Now, they need to preserve their physical strength as much as possible and find a new way out.

Chen Mo was still running a fever, his face was pale, but he kept climbing up and down the roof, trying to find a way to escape.

The crowd of corpses still tightly surrounded the house, neither attacking nor leaving.

Chen Mo and Song Jian tried to lie on the roof and enter the blind spots of the zombies, trying to create the illusion that they had left and trick the zombies into dispersing.

But this group of zombies seemed to be staring at them. No matter how much they wandered around, they only stayed near the house, and they would never go out of the place five meters away from the house.

When it got dark, Song Jian fed Chen Mo another candy.

Chen Mo no longer had the strength to climb up the roof, and his condition was extremely bad.

Let alone looking for a way out, even if he took a step forward, he would faint on the ground at any time.

Chen Mo lay in Song Jian's arms and murmured: "Song Jian... the first time... the first time I went down...should I work harder, if I can rush into the car, the two of us... ...the two of us will be saved..."

Song Jian smiled bitterly, and raised his hand to caress Chen Mo's face with difficulty: "Silly, if you go one step further, you will be divided and eaten by the corpses."

Chen Mo buried his head in Song Jian's chest wearily, took a deep breath, and drooped his fingers weakly: "Song Jian..."

Song Jian said: "Huh?"

Chen Mo said, "Do you still have bullets in your gun?"

Song Jian said: "There are still twelve shots."

Chen Mo said: "Tomorrow... at dawn tomorrow, give me the gun, and I will try again... I will definitely... definitely be able to drive the car over..."

Song Jian looked at the man in his arms who was having difficulty even speaking, and smiled wryly: "Okay."

But he suspected that they might not survive the night.

The night wind was very cold, and Chen Mo was still running a fever.

They only had half a bottle of mineral water, and Chen Mo had been having a fever, so Chen Mo had already fed the half bottle of water this morning.

Song Jian tried his best to keep Chen Mo's life, even... even if he would die first.

Chen Mo fell asleep.

His breathing became very light and slow, and the walkie-talkie pinned to Song Jian's chest was pinned to Song Jian's chest, and occasionally there would be a slight electric current sounding in the night sky.

Song Jian's body has reached its limit.

His body began to become numb and light, his brain was dizzy from the strange lack of oxygen, and many past events rolled before his eyes, forcing him to recall this life like a revolving lantern.

He thought, he probably loved Yan Ruoming.

He always refused to admit this matter, stubbornly interpreting his preference for Yan Ruoming as a life-saving grace, in order to balance his guilt towards Chen Mo.

He is too selfish, too useless.

Even these small feelings of guilt had to be left to Chen Mo to bear for him.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Momo, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

He thought of the morning light and the water tower under the setting sun.

I thought of the smell of smoke lingering between my lips, tongue, mouth and nose, and the bright eyes of that young man, and his frightened appearance when trembling slightly in his arms.

Relationships in the last days are as fragile as a piece of paper. At that time, he was so stupid that he never thought of spending his life with Chen Mo.

Trembling, Song Jian fumbled for the last piece of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into Chen Mo's mouth with difficulty, muttering: "Momo, I'm sorry...in the future...live..."

The world was silent, and the corpses stopped roaring.

At this time, Song Jian heard a little sound in his dizziness.

It is the human voice mixed with electric current, it is the human voice.

"Brother Chen! There are a lot of zombies in the hospital, we can't get in, and we didn't get the X-ray machine. Brother Chen, what should we do? Are you still where you are? How can we go there and save you!"