Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Infected

The woman finally got up from the ground with a hoarse voice in her mouth, like a sawdust stuffed in her throat. She crawled on the counter, and then the sound of the drawer opened, her left hand rolled inside a few times, and when she pulled out, she held a pistol. I quietly put a shotgun against her head. She didn't get scared as I thought, but just turned her body slowly.

This time I finally saw her face clearly. The appearance is slightly different than when you look from behind, but it's not surprisingly ugly and horrible in a thriller-like scene. It's just that the eyebrows are full of angles and aggressiveness, which is completely different from the delicate and weak body. It's probably just that the forehead has been scratched, and there is no serious injury. The blood stains on the left half of the face have stained the eyelashes, and it looks daunting.

The woman's gaze fell on the muzzle in front of her, and she slowly lifted it up. She did not have any fear color, nor any expression.

"Who are you? What happened here?" I said word by word.

The woman made a low, screaming like a beast, but also full of language rhythm, making people feel that she was not losing her mind, but was speaking a dialect of a remote tribe. Of course, both her dressing and the action of holding a gun showed that she was not a barbarian running from an uncivilized tribe in the virgin forest. In addition, it does not seem to be an internal member of the Mar Jones Jones Wizards organization.

Although this idea is ridiculous, I ca n’t help but guess whether she killed all the people in this cold drink shop.

I do n’t know what the woman said to me. From her aggressive eyes, it seems that she did n’t understand what I ’m talking about.

This woman feels very bad to me, not that her attitude is very unfriendly, but because she seems to be able to communicate in appearance, but in essence it gives people a serious sense of separation, as if not only language, even preferences Feelings of disgust are also rebellious. If I want to talk about what I say in my heart, it is that the world in our eyes does not have any commonality, which leads to an emotion similar to "an unreasonable disgust at first sight".

The woman's state at this time, and this spontaneous emotion is obviously abnormal. I don't want to be dominated by this emotion, so I can still suppress this emotion and not pull the trigger immediately. However, I think that it would be unlikely to have this kind of reason in exchange for other ordinary people. I know that 90% of this woman may be a patient of a mysterious virus. Perhaps it is this disgust caused by the inability to communicate that makes people violent-a contagious aggression that makes everyone, regardless of Whether it is a normal person or a sick person, they are trying to find a way to kill each other.

I even think that she actually thinks that she is normal, and I am a thug, like a mental patient falling into the illusion of self.

This intuition may not be completely absurd. The mysterious virus causes the infected person to be comatose, not because of a weak constitution, but to cause the brain and nerves to change, resulting in some change in mental state. However, this association does not have sufficient basis for Ranwen.com. The hospitals in the town do not lack capable doctors. They observed and studied patients for one night. If they did not have a sudden viral explosion All of them died, maybe the answer could be revealed.

I'm a little curious about this woman, trying to understand what happened to her, but now it's better to join Jung with them.

Just when I was worried about killing this female patient who was clearly hostile to me. She suddenly threw away her pistol and grabbed the shotgun the next moment. The force from the gun body was much greater than that of the ordinary strong man. If it weren't for my strength, she would be ripped off by the shotgun. I didn't fight back immediately. I wanted to see what else she could do. Then, in my surprised eyes, the barrel was bent by her like plasticine.

Change is just a blink of an eye, and it ’s certainly too late for the average person to react. I loosened the handle of the shotgun, the woman's body shook backwards under inertia, was blocked by the counter without falling down, but the shotgun was thrown on the wall by her, smashed a picture frame, and fell together On the ground. Her movements are very arrogant, but she doesn't have too many skills. This makes me think that she is really just a waitress in a cold drink shop. She has gained strength unexpectedly, but she has not received any training.

The way of fighting is a little rough, but the act of throwing away the pistol in an attempt to draw my attention is worth playing with. Her counterattacks are indeed thoughtful, and her reaction and strength are indeed far from ordinary people, so when dealing with ordinary people, there is a great chance of success. This made me more convinced that this woman was the murderer who killed other people in the shop. I don't think every violent person will have such a tyrannical constitution, instinct, and a cool and sharp mind, otherwise the police will be a big headache, and the situation facing the survivors will be a hundred times worse.

"You can't understand what I'm talking about, do you?" I said, letting her straight fist sideways, hit her forehead directly with her forehead, her body lost its balance again, and fell to the counter on. When she tried to struggle, I reached out and stuck her neck, letting her beat her body and arm with both hands in vain.

I pulled the woman's head back, opened her eyelids, and stared at her fiercely. Her sight immediately became distracted, and she swam to both sides, revealing an expression of seeing deep disgust and gagging, and even the facial features were obviously wrinkled, as if she saw something disgusting.

I now see that the bottom of her eyelids is not normal pink. There are black thread-like worms in the pale, and the white part of the eye is stained with a light yellow. I think this is not a natural color.

During her period, she also brought me a fiercely twitching her legs, but I was clamped with my thighs. One of her hands was broken, and the other hand was also imprisoned by me, twisting in front of me like a helpless big white worm. I observed her for a while, and her resistance became weak.

"I don't have the malicious intention of Ranwen.com. I think we can still communicate, although it is a little troublesome." I did not do further harm. Because I want to verify my ideas, I create a strong control and goodwill. This approach seemed to be very effective. Her eyes began to come into contact with me. Although still full of disgust, she began to be confused.

I know she can't hurt me, even if you let her hold a machine gun. I didn't hesitate to let go of her. She was trying to hide far away, but she was tripped with a foot and grabbed the counter in time before she fell. Of course she did n’t show me a good face, but when I picked up the pistol from the ground in front of her and forced it into her hand, the expression in her expression was more intense.

The woman recovered, and like a bite from the snake, she retracted the hand holding the gun back, and then stretched out in a panic, pointing at my head. At this time, a bell ringing the guests entering the door rang, and Zhen Jiang was dragging Ju Cocoon and Father Si Sen into the room with a red face.

The woman's pistol immediately turned to Zhenjiang, when I lifted a chair from the side, she turned the muzzle back like a startled bird. Of course I have no fear, Zhenjiang is even more expressionless, and directly throws Jucoon and Father Sisen ’s bodies on the ground like garbage, and walks into the counter to find a drink, just like this store is opened by myself .

The woman was obviously overwhelmed by this anti-guest-oriented performance, but she also seemed to understand that we did not have malicious intentions, so although her vigilance was still maintained, her attitude had softened slightly. The expression on her face changed like a horse lantern, then frowned again, a painful look. Obviously, after losing the initial survival and struggle psychology, the pain in the wound became obvious again.

It ’s not so easy to break her arm. She pointed at me and Zhenjiang ’s muzzle weakly, and when I put my hand in my pocket, she was obviously tense again, until I slowly pulled out the information. Bureau's certificate.

"If you can understand ..." I kept staring at her eyes when I spoke, and once again made sure that she did not understand what I was talking about, just as I couldn't understand her.

I threw the document over, and she immediately turned away, as if it was a viper. The document slammed on the counter, and when she looked at her, I lifted my chin towards the document and motioned her to see it. I just hope that her illness will not be so serious that even the normal words will not be recognized, otherwise I can only think of a better way.

The situation was better than I expected. The woman was cautious, as if the document was full of urine, holding it in the corner with her finger and pulling it away, her eyes flashing, sometimes looking at me, and sometimes confirming the document. The atmosphere froze for a while, and began to relax as her emotions changed.

The woman made that unique, rough and primitive voice. I spread my hands and deliberately showed a dazed and helpless expression. She hesitated and tried to put down the gun. After seeing that I didn't move further, she leaned over the counter, pulled the drawer again, and took out the paper and pen.

The woman glanced at me again, frowned, wrote a sentence on the paper, and then tossed both the paper and pen.

I took a look and it read:

-Are you human?

I think I should be surprised, but in fact, not very surprised. Recalling her eyes when she looked at me, it has confirmed such a sign-the world in our eyes is not the same.

-Yes, I am human. You are also human in my eyes, what is me in your eyes?

The woman took back the pen and paper, her eyes fell on the line, her body froze suddenly, covered her mouth with her hand, and then shivered again, slowly put the pen and paper back on the counter, her hands covered her face, her shoulders were still Twitching, whimpering. She sobbed her voice for a long while, then wiped her face indiscriminately, raised her head, and looked at me again and again, her eyes full of complex looks that I could not understand-fear, nausea, sorrow, many colors Confused into a cloud, so dumbfounded.

For a long time, she picked up a pen and paper, wrote on it, scratched it out, and wrote again. Even at this time, she still has a strong resistance to approach me. It is not purely a vigilance against strangers, but the emotion of seeing some disgusting food and even not wanting to come close.

I was stared at with such eyes, only to feel that the air was full of depression, but also full of curiosity, and wanted to understand what she saw.

--monster. There was only this word in her reply. The letters that were half-written and crossed out seemed to be used to describe the "monster". However, at this time, I felt how abominable the "I" in her eyes was. Describe the feeling.

We communicated with paper and pen in this way, and learned that her name was Greia, who was the owner of this cold drink shop and served as a waiter. Just like my instincts, in my eyes, she has a strange behavior and mental state. In fact, she is not lacking in reason. Although she sometimes feels a violent mood, it is not completely uncontrollable.

She described the situation at the time of the storm to me. After we went to the hilltop apartment, some people returned to their houses and shops. At night, many shops have reopened. This cold drink shop is one of them. Not knowing when to start, the guests brought rumors that it was safe for the comatose to leave, and they agreed to leave the town at nine o'clock in the evening. Although not everyone responds to this call, in spite of this, there are still many people who set foot on the road outside the town during the agreed time period and argue with the police and the night watchman.

I don't know the specifics. Greia didn't join the people at Ranwen.com, but after more than ten minutes of arguing, the greater turmoil could be heard clearly even here. Gunshots, wailing, screams before death, beast-like call signs, people in the store were terrified, and they checked out and left, and sporadic pedestrians on the street ran towards the center.

But just when she was about to close, the street suddenly became chaotic, listening to people shouting, and it seemed that the police station and the hospital were attacked intensively. The flow of people heading to the center collided with the flow of people fleeing from that direction, and the chaos seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye. Some people are constantly being killed, and it is impossible to tell who the hands are. In Grea's eyes, almost everyone is a mob.

Greia closed the door tightly, trying to find a secret place to hide. At this moment, there was a violent explosion, when she was about to turn her head to see what was happening in the end, and what broke the window glass. Greia only fell into a coma when she felt a shock in her forehead.

For a long time, she didn't know what happened. She only felt that there was a shadow shaking in front of her eyes, but more of strangely shaped pieces of meat. The figure fights with the meat pieces. When the meat pieces are hit, they are like loose pork filled with water. They are torn apart and scattered everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, tables and chairs, glass, everything that can be seen, a layer of smelly flesh quickly grew.

The whole world had become horrible as **** when she regained consciousness. The smell of air, the shape of everything, and the sounds heard are completely different from the normal world.

She had to fight with those monsters, during which she unexpectedly felt that her body became stronger and stronger than before. So powerful. She wanted to take the gun hidden in the drawer, but until all the monsters were killed, she broke her arm and didn't manage it, because she fell into a coma again.

After waking up, Grea felt as if she had a knife cutting through her muscles, but the sense of danger forced her to move to the counter to pull out the pistol. However, this pistol, like other objects, was filled with vegetative flesh cells, flowing with thick juice and stinking. When she touched it, she almost wanted to throw it away.

Then, the scene where I used a shotgun against her head.

In her eyes, I was a monster with a stench, covered with blood, and cells in the whole body multiplied in a vicious way, so bloated that the humanoid could hardly be seen. When I spoke, it wasn't human voice either, which made her irritable and seemed to be full of aggression, as if every cell was urging her to get rid of my disgusting alien.

When I pressed her, she almost vomited the acid in her fasting stomach.

Until I forced her to communicate, she was driven by fear and finally understood what I meant.

Even now, she still feels extremely uncomfortable with the image of "I" in her eyes.

However, she should have noticed from the initial communication that she is the patient who has undergone some kind of change.

Because in my eyes, she and the objects in this world are still in the normal shape.

-Am I ... infected? Greia's hand for pen and paper ~ www.readwn.com ~ shivered uncontrollably.

——Yes, sorry, you are infected. Although I am sorry for all that happened to her, I can only write so.

During the period when the disease was exploding, fighting and brutality affected everyone's ambitions, making it impossible for people to communicate at all, nor to detect the means of communication in the first place. This virus completely changed people's facial features and interfered with their emotions. If the life that attacks you in your eyes is of the same kind, there may be room for tact, but in the eyes of these patients, the sound, image and taste are no longer normal. Compared with normal people who can recognize things in normal shapes, they are like Falling into hell, he was forced to protect himself from attacking every “monster”.

Even the voices of these patients cannot be understood by normal people. In the eyes of normal people, they are a group of heartbroken lunatics. No, they should be described as insanity. It is simply a group of lunatics that only kill everyone in their eyes.

In order to protect themselves, to survive, to protect the people they love, this is the essence of this madness without the winner of Ranwen.com.

Isn't it ironic? It was so sad, I couldn't help covering my face, my eyes were full of sourness.