Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

This was a nightmare. Squatting on the ground without a husband, holding his head, and pulling his clothes became stronger and stronger, and the vocals became more and more irritating. It sounded like a monster was making a malicious voice around. His constantly spinning thoughts seemed to be suddenly derailed. Although he wanted to understand what the situation is now, he could not sort it out anyway. He was already a patient with doomsday syndrome? No, I was originally a potential patient with doomsday syndrome. Everyone here is a potential patient with apocalyptic syndrome. His previous companions said this to him, and he very much agrees with this sentence. However, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be in such a way, at this time ... Fu Zuofu was pulled down by a sudden huge force. When he fell to the ground, he saw the person who pulled him-- At first he thought it was a companion, but when he saw the other person's appearance, he was completely unable to connect with the impression of others in his mind.

It can't be said that it is not a person at all, but what he saw was only a vague outline of a human figure, which made him wonder if his eyes were wrong.

Fu Zuofu thinks that he should not be surprised by what he saw, what happened to him suddenly, because, to tell the sign, maybe he did n’t turn around at that time, but now look back, even if it is There is a blank in my head, and I can feel some more. However, he just didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to understand what was happening to him. He was terrified. Behind all the things he rejected, there was a huge horror that he could experience without thinking. It's like, as long as you think about it a little bit deeper, you will only see the facts that are painful and desperate.

It is because of the fact that it is painful and desperate, so it is unwilling to look squarely-without being aware of the problem. He is not stupid, and once things happen, he can always find clues that are connected to cause and effect.

"Don't touch me!" Shaofu shakes his arms hard and pushes away the blurred figures around him. He felt that they were really humans, but they could not treat them as adults. Suddenly he had a wishful thinking: it was really he who contracted Doomsday Syndrome who had these hallucinations. Instead of everyone else becoming a patient with Doomsday Syndrome, it is normal that only one is left.

He pushed these people down and felt the power of the stalemate, that is indeed the power of humanity. The strength of these people was pulling, trying to tie him up, struggling desperately without wanting to do so, bumping into these vague human figures, and being hugged by the fallen human figures. He waved his fists hard and hit these humanoid figures. Several humanoid figures were beaten back repeatedly, but more humanoid figures swarmed up and grabbed his arms. He wanted to strike hard several times, he was a killer, he was proficient in killing with empty hands, but every time he used those deadly moves, there was a sad impulse that prevented him from really using them on these humanoids.

No one listened to what he said, he knew it was inevitable. He was like a beast in a trap, howling suddenly. He could not understand what these humanoid figures were saying. He could not be sure that the maliciousness he felt from these humanoid figures was real maliciousness. He didn't know that he really killed all the people here-he thought he could do it-but what can he do after that?

He didn't want to catch his hand, but he really couldn't judge whether it was really a good thing to continue struggling. Was the crisis in front of him or someone else, or ... Suddenly, he saw Gao Chuan's diary being thrown to the ground, and extreme anger suddenly rushed into his heart, he could hardly think more Things, but feel that this diary written by Gao Chuan is to make things such a culprit. He wanted to tear up the book. He remembered where he got the book, and he thought that the monster he saw in the tower should be Doctor Ander. He felt that he suddenly understood why Dr. Ander became that look. Then he thought of why this book is still on himself.

When entering the new base, all the foreign objects carried by everyone were checked and confiscated, but it was this book, oh, and those cards, somehow still on their own. He thought it was an omission during the inspection, or it was only after the inspection was passed that he was allowed to bring it, but this self-righteous idea may also be mixed with some selfishness, so that he did not clearly tell others that he was holding Gao Chuan's diary And cards.

"I shouldn't take it back, I shouldn't take it back ..." Don't murmur, and don't know what other people feel when they hear it. Perhaps, just as I heard the vicious sounds of these humanoid figures, my whisper in these ears of companionship is like a vicious curse?

After being quiet for a while and no longer struggling, he was quickly pressed on the ground by the human figures around him, and he cut it with his backhand. He was a bit off. Even if he used to be a killer, he could not rely solely on physical strength when he was no longer. To defeat the crowds. He felt helpless, filled with grief and indignation, and he foreseen his end. He did not want to blame anyone, nor did he want to blame himself, because this is not a conspiracy, but just "ill". Either myself or everyone else is "sick". Moreover, this disease is not preventable, but it is also a terminal illness in which these people have not progressed for a long time.

No one knows the horror of "virus" and "doom syndrome" better than survivors today. It does n’t make sense to blame anyone. He just thought that if there is no "Gaochuan Diary", perhaps all this will still happen, but only after a longer period of time, the situation will not become so sudden, there must be a time limit for relaxation.

But now, it was the book that gave him no chance. What's more, he can imagine that once others take away Gao Chuan's diary, they will surely end up just like himself.

"No, no, it can't be this ... We haven't done anything yet, we've just started ..." Mu Zuofu murmured when he was dragged up by the figure next to him. , More uncertain, if the other party does not hear, it is the other party's problem, or their own problem. He had only one idea at this time: absolutely not let others see the diary of Gao Chuan.

Now, Gao Chuan's diary fell to the ground one meter away. The eyes of the unwholesome man moved, and it seemed that the figures around him were frightened by his gaze. Grasping his power loosened, just at this moment, no husband again broke free of their repression, and rushed to the diary of Gaochuan on the ground. His body is still in the air, and he feels the power of pulling backwards. He feels that there are more hands than the humanoids he sees, and he is wrapped around his waist and legs like seaweed, like the hands of **** evil spirits, Pull yourself into hell. That dreadful grotesque atmosphere has never become thin.

Without a husband falling on the ground, he stretched out his hand desperately, and the touch of the cover of Gao Chuan's diary came from his fingertips. Suzuo suddenly understood why this touch is so unique. The cover of Gaochuan ’s diary is not a normal material. Looking back at this time, it is clearly the feeling of human skin-maybe it is an illusion, maybe a prejudice based on fantasy, However, Fu Zuofu felt more and more that this Gaochuan diary was like a curse made by demons pulling out human skin.

Even so, he still struggled to dislocate, let his arms stretch forward, and firmly grasped the book as the culprit. He hadn't figured out how to deal with it, and he didn't seem to have the opportunity to deal with it at this time, but preventing others from getting it was the strongest idea in his mind. Once other people have opened the book, then the self at this time, and the monsters in the tower, are the other people's ending.

If I had known it for a long time, it would be good to burn this book with a fire-when the husband was pressed by a heavier body and his arms and limbs could not be stretched, he couldn't help thinking about it.

He pinched the book. No matter how the other humanoids try to pry open his fingers, he never relaxes. If he could, he even wanted to keep the book locked. However, this was only a vain fantasy, and severe pain came from his forearm. He opened his eyes and saw one of the figures was holding a knife on his arm, as if to put his entire small The arms are cut off the same.

"No, no, no!" Shouted not as a husband, he was not for his own pain, but for the irretrievable future, "Don't read this book, don't read this book!" He tried to organize himself because Thoughts that became confused by fear, madness, despair and pain try to explain in words why they become like this and what curse this Gaochuan diary bears. However, his inner sorrow could not be conveyed to these humanoid figures, and he was not even sure whether these humanoid figures could really understand what he was talking about.

At this time, all the actions of these humanoid figures make Fu Zuo feel the viciousness and madness of the cold all over his body, just as if he was not infected with Doomsday Syndrome, but actually these people are crazy. The original well-organized new base, in his feelings, showed a kind of unthinking, as if manipulated by some impulse, indulging an inner malicious atmosphere.

He was hit by a heavy hammer on his head a few times, making him dizzy and almost fainting. The pain from his arm made him awake, but he still tried in vain to grasp the book in vain. The humanoid who tried to cut his forearm with a knife seemed to be suffocated by his stubbornness. He threw away the knife in his hands and walked out of his sight.

These human figures are clamoring, and if they are not husbands, they can't completely understand what they are talking about. Then a burst of harsh chainsaws interrupted these sounds, and the atmosphere that quieted for a moment further increased the sharp, chilling buzz of the heart. If you do n’t know what to do, you will endure the cruelty you have never experienced in the past. He has no way to do it, he can even imagine that these people finally took the scene of the Gaochuan diary from his broken arm.

Even so, he couldn't let go of his hands like this, even if he knew very well that if he let go of his hands and gave up struggling, he wouldn't be sawed off his arms.

Never being a husband has never felt that you are a self-denying person. He remembered very clearly how many people he had killed in the past. Those dead people made him feel that his essence was ruthless and cold-blooded. It was the organization that cultivated him like this. Even so, he never felt that it was anything wrong. He never thought about it, he would be impulsive and moved, he would work hard to do something, to seize some kind of vague "hope" day.

However, the strange emotion, in the harsh sound of the chainsaw's whirl, seemed to break through a certain obstacle, and he kept pouring into his heart, so that he was just holding the Gaochuan diary. Listening to the distorted figures around me speaking inhuman words, feeling the desperate chainsaw fall from a height, and then came the pain of bone crushing and cutting.

Fu Zuo saw his broken arm jump up, and blood spattered in the air. The pain of the heart and the emotion that was more violent than the pain, and the fear that was greater than this violent emotion, made him cry like a beast. He had never regretted it like this at the moment. He regretted why he went to the tower to find Dr. Ande. What he thought was necessary to do now has become a heartfelt irony.

Blood spurted all over the place, and he almost passed out without being a husband, but he just got rid of his strength. How strong the pain is, is no longer the most important feeling ~ www.readwn.com ~ He saw it, the humanoid thrown away the chainsaw and picked up the broken arm. The figure looked at the Gaochuan Diary, which was still tightly held by his broken arm. It seemed to understand what it was. Then, when the humanoid tried to take out the Gaochuan Diary, it took a lot of effort, but it could not be broken. Broken arm finger.

He didn't laugh, he knew how nervous he was to laugh, and when he saw that humanoid was twitching his broken arm with his teeth, he had a sense of helplessness that "had done his best". This feeling of helplessness relieved the pain in him . He has struggled, and now, he does not want to struggle anymore. Thinking about it, the force that supported the spine suddenly blew out, leaving him softly on the ground-a large amount of blood from the broken arm wound made him cold, conscious, and even the nerves seemed to be Like the paralysis, the pain is getting smaller and smaller.

"Don't open that book ..." Don't know what to say to him gently. But his remaining consciousness knew that no one would listen to him. If you replace those people with yourself and have never been exposed to Gao Chuan's diary, you will never think of how strange this book is. Is this the end of yourself? Really ... nothing was done. Without thinking so, the consciousness gradually fell into darkness. Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.

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