Two Thousand & Thirteen

Chapter 22 Escape

    Not all the teenagers who ran into the enemy's battle alone went well, at least not Jue Ming.

    He had just driven more than halfway, and almost reached the bottom of the mountain, when the car sank, the front wheel tilted towards the curb, and died. It can be seen that digging holes and not filling them kills the truth.

    Jue Ming pressed all the devices that could be pulled, stepped on, and pressed in turn—including the radio and windshield wipers, and all of them went on strike.

    He sat in the car for a while, said: "Dad."

    Then he leaned on the steering wheel, looking at the heavy snow outside the car window with red eyes.

    Ten minutes later, holding the gun in his hand, he pushed open the car door, stood knee-deep in the snow, opened the map, glanced at it, and walked towards the road.

    At dawn, he was walking on the road towards the mountain according to the marks on the map. He didn't know whether it was because of the priest's prayer or the favor of the aliens, but the snow miraculously stopped and the wind eased a lot.

    A line of footprints leads obliquely to the west of the Qinling Mountains.

    He walked for a whole morning, rested twice and ate some biscuits. The water was too heavy, so he threw it in the carriage and did not bring it out.

    Jue Ming ate some snow to quench his thirst. Seeing a piece of cloth in the snow, he became curious and dug down along the snow. After digging for a while, he dug out the foot of a frozen zombie.

    He covered the snow back with a blank expression, got up and continued to walk unsteadily.

    Jue Ming can't shoot, what's the use of holding a 4.79 kg AK47? It was too much for him to carry something close to ten catties. Finally, he thought of a way, tied the gun to the bag, tied the bag with a rope, put it on the snow and started dragging.

    The resistance on the icy and snowy ground was very small, and Jue Ming finally solved the primary problem.

    The mountains were right in front of him, and he found the tracks made by the wheels under the ice, and immediately walked up the tracks of the wheels, knowing that he was close to his destination.

    "Dad—" Jue Ming shouted as he walked.

    "Dad—" the voice echoed in the valley.

    A dozen or so zombies heard the sound, staggered up the valley, and walked towards Jue Ming.

    Jue Ming didn't realize it, he walked the winding mountain road and fired a gun into the sky.

    "Bang!" Shooting at close range, he startled himself.

    There was an avalanche at the height of the side peak 500 meters away, and thousands of tons of snow rolled down from the top of the mountain rumblingly, pressing the dozen or so zombies to the bottom of the valley.

    Jue Ming didn't know anything, the soles of his feet slipped, and he walked slowly on the mountain road.

    "Dad—" Jue Ming shouted in despair, his voice much softer.

    There was a pool of frozen purple-black blood in front of him. He lay down and touched it, as if to confirm whether it belonged to Zhang Min or not. After a while, he got up and continued on his way.

    After walking for a full afternoon, Jue Ming was hungry and tired, and fell headfirst into the snow.

    "Dad." Jue Ming murmured.