Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

I don’t know if it’s due to physical fitness. My condition seems to be the most serious among all people, and it’s the first to fall to the ground.

I can only rely on constant gravity tapping on my chest to ensure that I can barely breathe. Even with such a small amount of effort, I have begun to experience tinnitus and heavy dizziness.

Liangmo and Erkang are not having a good time, but they both moved to my side with difficulty and patted my chest smoothly.

The man named Li was embarrassed for a while. One of the small middle-aged men stood up first. He choked forward to the closed door and fumbled for a week. It seemed that he wanted to open the door, but After working hard for a long time, it was useless except for running out of energy and falling down again.

I had already started to feel dizzy for a while, Liangmo propped up my body and let me lean on him, and I was anxiously discussing something with Erkang, but I only heard Erkang standing up and heading in a certain direction. I left, trying to open my eyes but didn't have the strength to open them.

In fact, lying on the ground made me feel more comfortable, but Liang Mo didn't know it, and I couldn't tell him, because opening my mouth and breathing has made me feel very difficult.

Gradually, I realized that such severe hypoxia does not seem to be completely caused by those gases, because obviously the surrounding movement tells me that the rest of the people are not as serious as mine.

This discovery suddenly made me frightened, and the things that I have always forgotten by all my means, I finally have to admit that it is an iron fact.

I am different from them. No matter whether the other party is good or bad, our friend or enemy, at least they are healthy. I am different. I am a terminally ill patient...the kind that will die anytime, anywhere, now... .It may be that I have been overloaded with this broken body recently, which has caused such a sudden backlash.

My body began to tremble slightly, and my whole body was uncomfortable as if it was about to tear apart. Before that, I had never known that such an uncomfortable sensation would occur in a person’s body. The pain of giving birth was at least pure pain. And this makes me feel that this uncomfortable feeling appears to me deliberately to make me feel pain. I can no longer clearly distinguish whether my body is shaking or twitching.

I am not cold, but I feel very painful.

Liangmo hugged me very tightly. He kept saying something to my ears. I couldn't hear or tell. I want him to loosen me a little bit, so maybe I will feel a little better. Maybe , I would rather he could give me a knife at this time and let me fall asleep completely, it would be more comfortable than to endure this kind of pain for a second.

But the pain makes me unable to escape, I can only endure it.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Chen Ming's voice seemed to be vaguely heard in my ears. He was very anxious and scared.

I knew it was my appearance that frightened him. He has become very strange since I entered here. He seems to have been alienated from me a lot. I don’t know why and don’t want to ask, but at this time, he faces me like this. Still failed.

Chen Ming always can't beat me.

The remaining light around me quickly fell into the spreading darkness, and everything fell apart again, including the pain I felt gradually receding.

Finally...everything is in the dark, I am in the dark and feel more comfortable.

It would be nice to be able to stay in this way, neither hurt nor uncomfortable.

He Mo:

My name is He Mo. Why is He Mo silent?

A long time ago, my father always told me that I was the most loved woman in the world in his life. That love surpassed the love with my mother and the family relationship with grandma. He said that he hoped that I could be a kind person. , I didn’t know when I was young, so when I was a little older, I would smile and ask, "How dad? Do you want me to be a hero who saves mankind?" At that time, because I was already a big girl, my dad would never He held me in his arms and wanted to be affectionate, he smiled helplessly and said: "You know it by yourself, dad don't need to say much."

Of the three children, my dad is the least caring about his brother, probably because his elder brother is the oldest, and his temperament is not a worrying person. I always thought that dad didn’t love his brother, and he rarely asked about his brother. , In life and work, it's the same.

If it weren't for that day... I think I would probably never know how much Dad loves my brother.

When I heard the news, although I was worried, my first thought was how serious can the bite be? But the old man on the phone can hardly speak normally.

When I arrived at the hospital, my brother had been sent to the rescue room, but the blood on my father's body was still shocking.

Mother slumped on the ground on the spot, staring at father's blood-filled hands with blank eyes, without saying a word.

When the doctor came out of the rescue room, he glanced at his father who was squatting on the ground with his face covered. Because he knew him well on weekdays, he stepped forward and helped him up.

"How's it going?" This was the first sentence Dad said tonight.

The doctor may have been accustomed to such scenes, with a calm expression: "Let's observe again, the wound is more serious, and the blood in the whole body has almost changed."

In the ward, time flies quickly.

My parents are tired. I sat in front of my brother’s bed and looked at him. I have always been a person who can’t be idle, just like a child with ADHD. It’s hard to guarantee that I won’t move every five minutes anywhere, but tonight I am Staring at my brother motionless for hours.

Later, when my mother asked me to get up and pour a glass of water with a dumb voice, I recovered.

My legs are all numb, and I have been active for a while before I can sit up successfully.

The pantry is very quiet. It’s already night, and the corridor is quiet. Occasionally, a few companions will come out and squat in the corridor to smoke. When entering the pantry, there is a little girl standing next to the water tank. I see There was a bandaged wound on her arm, still bleeding.

Her face was very pale and her breathing was short.

I originally planned to leave after receiving the water, but when I passed by her, I couldn't help turning my head and asked: "Little sister, why don't you go back to the ward and sleep quickly? Isn't it cold here?"

She was very close to the water tank, and I was even more worried about whether she would burn her.

The little girl looked at me and shook her head slightly: "Mom and Dad... go home... to take care of my younger brother, I... I am here."

Her voice was very low, and I heard a slight movement in my heart: "Is your brother sick too?"

"No." She shook her head: "Mom and Dad...like...brother...don't like...me."

Staring at her for a while, I sighed slightly, preparing to send the boiled water to my mother first, and then return to send the child back to the ward.

After reminding her not to run around, I left the pantry and walked towards my brother's ward.

As a result... when I arrived in the ward, I saw my parents who collapsed, and my brother who was convulsed in pain.

The doctor who heard the sound quickly surrounded his brother.

I was standing outside looking at my brother who was too late to get to the emergency room. The doctor was carrying out a series of rescue measures on him.

Mom and Dad’s emotions have broken down, but what makes them even more broken is that after a few minutes... it was obviously just a bite, but the doctor came to tell us that the patient was dead...

What does death mean? At that moment, I even lost a clear concept of this word.

There is something in everyone's heart that only he can understand.

It's like saying, at this time, my brother is gone, I should collapse like my parents, crying and rolling around.

But the reality is that I did shed tears, but I couldn't cry.

I thought a lot in a mess, but I didn't want to think about my brother's death, what the real meaning of this word was.

Perhaps because of this, when my brother and the rest of the people who died one after another woke up again soon afterwards, when they were bloodthirsty and murderous, I was able to rush to my brother to stop him from continuing to eat human flesh when they were bloodthirsty and murderous. 'S parents left that hellish corridor.

When I led them towards the stairwell, I saw a little girl standing in front of the door of the pantry.

There was a low growl in her throat.

She hung her head, her pupils dimmed terribly.

Without staying for a second, we quickly left that place.

Grandma followed me with difficulty every day. At such times, the young and old will often understand her thoughts better.

I also forgot how I hid in the hospital cafeteria in the end. I only remember that when we went in, there were obviously many panicked people in the cafeteria talking about the terrible things that happened in the inpatient department.

Creatures in the world are always competing and killing each other. Everyone takes these for granted. Even a food chain, nature's rules, can easily cover those killings, until one day humans themselves start to be preyed on the food chain. .. Preyed by humans themselves...

The world began to panic, everyone began to realize the horror of carnage, and could no longer say such things as nature's rules.

The whole world is sick, and the world struck by the virus is fragile, and people all over the world are dying fast.

There is no high or low, no skin race, the virus will not show mercy to you because you have fair skin and deep eyes, let alone let you go because you have a wealth empire.

From some perspectives, the virus seems to be teaching us something.

My father never said that he wanted me to be a kind person. Even though he thought that way, all he told me was just to be careful of walking corpses and others.

He no longer hopes that I can be a happy princess, he hopes that I can be strong, hope that I can not fall into self-blame and pain like self-masturbation after beheading the walking dead or even the living.

I only want to live, but the most trusted word in the world.

I am the person my father loves most in the world, but he even wants this person to live with him and other loved ones.

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