The End Of The World

Chapter 105

Chapter 105

    It was a sunny day, but Ni Xinyue felt that everything she saw was gray.

    Like a lingering haze shrouded in front of her retina—dark red blood splattered on the snow-white shelter, white coats of medical volunteers, black police uniforms and green military uniforms of armed personnel... fell in her eyes, It's all turned into a black and white silent film. I just feel that the color is darker here and lighter there.

    Tens of thousands of square meters of shelter shelter, half dead, half walking corpses, no trace of living people.

    Looking at the scene in front of her, Ni Xinyue felt that her standing feet were floating. It seems that the whole person is suspended in the air, unable to find a foothold.

    Ye Lan and Jiang Qishan on the flat ground were still in a daze because of what Ji Shiling said just now, thinking they had heard it wrong.

    "No way..."

    "It's better not to make such jokes at this time."

    They looked at Ni Xinyue as if seeking an answer, hoping to hear a different answer from her, but Ni Xinyue still stood motionless. There, nothing happens.

    Jiang Qishan was in a hurry, and unbelievingly climbed onto the roof of the car, wanting to see it with her own eyes.

    She's been thinking about it all the way, and she's already thought about it.

    The people in the shelter should live almost the same life as the army infrastructure every day. Waking up in the same wake-up call early in the morning, although sometimes I feel a little bit of waking up gas because I didn’t get enough sleep, but standing in a row of people in the big sink to wash up, that sense of security in the collective It will also give people a sense of steadiness, and then everyone queues up to cook and eat, and when they are bored, they do some leisure and entertainment activities in the open space, planting flowers and vegetables. In order to motivate each other and boost morale, the masses may organize a music and humanities evening from time to time, play a flute, play a guitar, and heal everyone-this is what

    she imagined.

    Jiang Qishan's palms were sweaty, so that she was a little slippery when climbing the car.

    "You two act very similar this time, you're going to fool us all."

    She hoped to see a little mischievous look on their faces.

    But nothing.

    Jiang Qishan forced a smile and looked over the wall.

    ——Under the wall, there are countless zombies that have been attracted by their sound just now. Crowded and densely packed.

    They seemed to have not seen a living person for many days. The movement is slow, but it keeps moving towards the wall.

    Eyes covered with white membranes all stared at them.

    Empty—see them as dying things; without warmth—like their future.

    "Where are people...?" Jiang Qishan's teeth trembled. The throat is out of control. The voice was so loud that she didn't even realize it.

    These sounds were captured by the zombies, and they threw themselves on the wall, slapped them with their hands, and hit them with their bodies, causing dust to fall on the thick concrete wall.

    Jiang Qishan has good eyesight and can see more clearly than Ni Xinyue. Among the corpses were children, young people, old people, women, men...

    ordinary people like them.