Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

5 dawn quietly

I decided to take Greia away.

Although infected by the virus, she still maintains the human mind. I do n’t know how many patients like her, but one thing is certain, Greia is lucky. She did not die in the first wave of large-scale explosions *. She did not completely lose her mind, and she encountered people who could and were willing to communicate with herself. Maybe the hospital hasn't had time to develop antibody serum against this virus, but I hope her appearance can tell the survivors that not all infected people are lunatics who are irrational and unable to communicate.

In addition, if Greia is my only surviving patient and is a special case, then with her cooperation, the research on this kind of virus and disease phenomenon must be helpful. I believe that, whether it is to establish a model or to serve as a research object, the ball will not be stingy to spend energy and money on Greia.

Greia's energy recovered quickly. After being infected by the virus, her physique was significantly better than that of ordinary adult men. But her face is not very good, and her spirit has always been in a state of anxiety and depression. Of course, everything she has encountered will naturally have a serious impact on her psychology.

I hope I can help her, but I don't know how to proceed. It would be nice if Fu Jiang were here, she has a wealth of psychology knowledge and simple medical experience, which can be useful, and the persuasion I can think of is pale and thin, even simple fixation of her fractured right arm is also afraid Poor handling left behind.

In addition, although I know that I am a human being, in Grea ’s eyes, my appearance, sound and smell are irritating monsters, even if I know that I am not malicious, I am still full of closeness and contact with me. Conflict and wince. The contradiction between sensibility and rationality made her eyes lose her sharpness and dignity, and I clearly felt the self-loathing and guilt that kept growing in her heart.

——I think I'm about to collapse. Greia wrote on the paper in this way that an unpleasant, hoarse, inhuman voice came out of her throat, indistinguishably pressing the answer key. Crying or shouting, but this is her only way to vent. The world that I can perceive cannot be understood or recognized by anyone. Even the only one who tries to accept himself is a terrible, "monster" that cannot be accepted visually. How terrifying and lonely it should be.

When I think of her being treated and observed by a group of "monsters" in the future, I cannot express too much confidence in her psychological recovery. For this tragic female patient, no matter whether she is letting herself go or giving her a helping hand, she can't face it calmly. Perhaps the best way is to blindfold her and imprison her like a prisoner in a monotonous room. That kind of solitude and quietness is a world of punishment for ordinary people. Perhaps it is her only happy land.

——Be strong, Grea. I can only write such empty consolation.

Greia closed her eyes, and if possible, she would rather have abnormalities in her nose and ears. I grabbed her hand, and her body shook immediately, raising a layer of goose bumps, which came from her skin and nerves, not the touch of human hands. In her description of the surrounding environment, whether it is the human body, or the room, tables and chairs, or even the cloth, has lost its original form, covered with a layer of flesh and tissue that is rooted in the material and reproduces wantonly.

But she must endure until we find a cure.

Just as we were about to leave this cold drink shop, a string of mobile phone ringing suddenly sounded, which was particularly loud in the atmosphere of silence, but also made my nerves tense at once. It has been a long time since the sudden appearance of the signal on the mobile phone is gratifying, but the environment is unusual, which makes people unable to be vigilant. While psychologically blaming myself for forgetting, I took out my phone, the signal repeated between one and two cells, and the caller ID was "Junge."

I pressed the answer button and hid beside the damaged window, patrolling the streets for possible dangers.

"Zizizi ... Woo ... Woo ... Crow, can you hear ... can you hear ..." The voice passed into the ear is not very clear, but it is still Jung that can be heard.

"It's me, Jung. Where are you?" I said it several times before the other understood.

Because of the unstable signal, Jung made a long story short and did not make any greetings. The location was in the lakeside dock area, and it seemed that all the survivors were gathered there.

The dock area is already at the boundary between the real world and the temporary data hedge space, and I have to guess whether they have reached certain agreements with the people of Black Nest. However, in the present situation, only Black Nest, which occupies the temporary data hedge space, can lend a helping hand. After all, Black Nest and Luoqiu do not have too many targeted conflicts, and there are many concepts of enemy and self. Blurred acquaintances.

I hung up the phone, and now Zhenjiang was looking over with simple curiosity like a young child. She reached out and grabbed her cell phone. I did n’t stop it by Ranwen.com. Let her play it like a toy. Greia still kept her eyes closed. From the surface, her emotions seemed to be gradually stabilized, only to feel uncomfortable about being forced to not look at anything.

I don't want to talk any more, because every word I say is incomprehensible and unbearable inhuman shouting in Greja.

I tried to take two adults, a mummy and a tall giant cocoon to skim, facing the rising sun to the gathering place. For safety, we jumped on the roof and street lights, and the distance of each sweep was not long. Try to run in a flat place with the usual degree. Fortunately, whether I, Zhenjiang or Greia, the physical quality is ordinary adults , This amount of exercise will not drop anyone.

I overlooked the street, and there were no more rioters along the way, and no more survivors, even a survivor, with the doom and death of the end, corpses, and broken limbs. Arms, disputes, snatches, destruction, killings, almost every inch of the land, each side of the wall is smeared with dry blood stains. I ca n’t describe how I felt when I witnessed all this. The broken scene is more shocking than any impressionist painting that shows the cruelty of the massacre.

I ca n’t imagine a more brutal scene, nor a more evil force. The things that are born here, the dust left behind, the darkness covered up, I have heard, seen and read. , One of the strongest of all human works on tragedy.

Is the end getting closer? Yes, its footprint is here.

May God bless us, Amen.

As we approached the dock area, we finally saw a figure. The evacuated people built a temporary line of defense in the warehouse area. The street leading to the town was blocked by them with containers, cars, and a variety of large items, reflected by the sun. A smooth, bright awn. A long distance away you can smell the air filled with blood and burnt smell, mixed with a strong smell of gasoline. I am sure that if a violent person tries to read this barrier, it will be burned out by a fire. It takes a lot of effort to invade from the buildings on both sides. There are black holes in the houses, and a few machine guns and rocket launchers are rare on the top.

These powerful weapons cannot be stored in the arsenal of the town police station, nor can they be taken out from the gun shop. It is estimated that the materials were seized from the hands of the Fan Dog Army and the Mar Jones family lurking in the real town. The Fandog Force and the Mal Jones family are in full swing, and the companions of the Security Bureau also passed a fishing plan against the Mar Jones family lurkers before we entered the temporary data hedge space, plus the sudden storm *, survivor fisherman Gaining is not impossible.

I didn't see the companions of the security bureau. I stopped at a distance of 100 meters and wanted to make a phone call to Jung, but now the signal disappeared completely again. I do n’t want to approach that line of defense arbitrarily. Shortly after the horrible storm *, these people must have not recovered from the turbulent tension. Once they enter the range of these guards, there will be no good. Although they could n’t shoot me even if they shot, but I and these people are very tired and do n’t want to do these provocative things.

I know that those people can see us, and the atmosphere on the defense line was tense until I stopped. The guards seem to maintain a high alert attitude on the surface, but privately they must send someone to report to the boss.

Soon someone climbed the roof, and I stared at it for a while, as if it was Locke, it was so good that he was still alive. He did not shout at Ranwen Fiction Net, but just made a few gestures to me. I did n’t have any professional training in the safety bureau. However, after the branch of the town ’s safety bureau was established, I learned several common contact methods. The meaning of the gesture is simple-welcome back.

We and Lock met on the roof of the house serving as a sentry post. His appearance was not bad, but he could still clearly see the tiredness of his expression.

"Hi, Crow, it's so nice to see you again." He quickly walked up and gave me a warm hug, patting my spine hard. I am also heart-stirring. Although there have been divergent ideas, we are ultimately partners on the same front and the same team. When I left them, I thought that this team was finished, and I never expected to rejoin them under such circumstances. Facts have proved that the possibility of the future can never be ignored. Who would have thought that the Security Bureau, Black Nest, and Doomsday Truth would cooperate before there was a literary novel online student? As a result, we indeed face a common enemy in the tumor area of ​​the mountaintop data hedge space.

The soldiers of the Fandog Force were all dead, and Father Sisen was also badly hit, so I could only entrust me to carry him back.

Locke ’s gaze glanced at everyone behind me. He did n’t know Zhenjiang and Greia, or what the giant cocoon was, but he was sure to recognize Father Mori even if he had become Mummy-like stuff. But he did not ask too many things on the spot, and he greeted while leading the way ahead.

We jumped directly from the roof. In addition to the barriers, several defensive lines were temporarily constructed in an empty area at the warehouse district and the street. Several teams of temporary security teams with guns walked around. This land is very flat, there are not too many buildings in Ranwenshu.com, several lifting equipment stand alone, but vehicles such as forklifts and buckets are constantly moving, and when fighting against the Black Nest people, critical weapons are left Scars were dug into trenches.

I learned from Locke ’s mouth that ~ www.readwn.com ~ civilians gathered in the warehouse, and some people set up tents outside the warehouse, but there were not many tents, most of the night ’s storm * was burned, even if it remains Until now, there are no literary novels. Netizens are interested in going to town to get it back. Everyone thinks that those violent people are definitely still wandering around. The current situation is not very good, weapons are stretched, and daily necessities are in short supply, but the more important problem is that people still cannot get rid of the fear brought by that stormy night.

Except for the people in the Security Bureau and Sergeant Engels who was not present at the time, almost everyone was more or less mentally disturbed, and even police officers were no exception. Seriously, they could no longer take care of themselves. The atmosphere is very depressing, and there is no suitable candidate for Ranwen. As we approached the meeting point, from time to time we could hear suppressed weeping sounds from the tent, as well as screams that were dull, and these did not even dare to vent their sadness and fear.

A few people came out of the warehouse and the tent, our eyes looked at each other, but the other person ’s eyes were blank, so he walked away quietly, or else sat on the ground, looking up at the sky, or holding Buried his head between his knees. Of course, it's not that there are motivated people in Ranwen Fiction Net, but these people are busy sorting out placement work and wartime patrols.

The dawn here is so quiet, full of depression and exhaustion for the rest of the life, and invisibly disperses the light and heat of the sun.