Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred eighty-seven vents
A yellow plastic duck appeared in the eyes of Zhang Xiaoqiang. It was a toy that could be dragged by children in the hands. The color of the plastic duck became dull in the wind and sun for half a year, and the dark yellow coating had It became pale yellow, and the thin hemp rope hanging on the toy had some traces of decay on the ground. The toy was placed in the middle of the concrete steps in front of him on the left. Along the steps, a platform could be seen, and he slowly followed the steps. At the platform, two old trees that could only be embraced by a few people were surrounded by old-fashioned concrete flower stands. The mottled bark was telling him their history and age, telling them that they had witnessed the rise and development of the town until the destruction of · · · · · ·
The platform is an old-fashioned building. The door is still the old-fashioned wooden frame door with small glass and yellow paint on it. With the passage of time, there is not much yellow paint left on the door, dark brown wood. The naughty child on the upper texture made a notch with a knife. On the right side of the door is a wooden plaque with the words "XX Town Medical Office" written in black ink. The light in the door is low and appears The space inside was particularly dark, and I could only barely see the green paint on the wall below the chest, and the paint on the footing line began to fall off due to moisture.
The flashlight was sweeping around in this medical office like a ghost domain. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in this quiet little building, holding a flashlight in one hand and a silver pistol in one hand. The whole building was silent, only his The sound of footsteps echoed in this silent space, a distant voice came, and another echo came back. He looked at a messy room, broken glass, a file cabinet turned over, scattered medical records, and the quilt at the moment. He stepped on the white coat under his feet and looked around for a moment. He was about to turn around and go out. At the moment of turning around, a red puppet jumped into his eyes again. The red puppet was thrown around a corner, and it was full. Dust · · · · · · · · ·
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. His heart had long been ground into stone in this crazy Doomsday. His former cowardice, timidity, hesitation, and fear are no longer present, but the immediate One scene made his heart twitch violently. This is a children's room, a small chair, a small table, and a large building block piled in the corner. There are many colorful flags hanging on the white ceiling, which are posted on the wall With various cartoon stickers, some red-painted iron frames hang several glucose injection glass bottles.
He walked into the ward carefully. A messy white bone was scattered everywhere. The skeleton of these white bones was small and slender. Unlike the skeleton of an adult, these bones were broken vigorously, see With these small skeletons scattered on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly sat on the dirty floor. In the distance were a few small skulls with no flesh. The black eyes above him stared silently at him, starting from entering the town. The repressed heart broke out at this moment.
"Ao~~~~~~~~~~" he made a beast-like howl in his mouth, and tears kept flowing from his eyes to the dusty ground, he was crying, he was crying Splintered lung, looking at these young victims, remembering the town just like a ghost, and his struggling life in Doomsday, he used a hoarse voice to vent his distress, he is not Superman, he is not a hero, he just A humble little person, he will also hurt, he will also be sad, he also needs someone to comfort, but he can not, he can not show the weakest side of his heart, Doomsday is a **** world, it will not be because of your Weak and let you go, it is a lone wolf walking in the dark, it is always staring at your neck, as long as you show a little weakness, it will pounce on it without hesitation, use its cold hawk Teeth pierce your throat knot.
Its incarnation is everywhere. It is the zombie that wanders in the wilderness and the city. It is a mutant beast hidden in the dark. Even, it will be a human with blood and flesh like you. Zhang Xiaoqiang has always been strong and Ruthlessness is the mask he used to disguise. His heart has never changed. He is still the man who rushed out of the house for a few cabbages, the man who was desperately surrounded by hundreds of zombies in high buildings, his heart He was always afraid, but he couldn’t be afraid. He wanted to treat himself as a strong man, even a pseudo-strong man. He didn’t know what the heart of the real strong man was. He knew that he needed to cry, need to vent, and wait until he came out of the medical service. So, he is also the man who is fearless in the face of D2, the man who can cut off the heads of his compatriots without expression, and the man who is ruthlessly killed in front of his hands.
The men happily rushed into the house to copy the house, the women carried the baubles and picked up the gadgets they were interested in. Yang Ke'er took the little girl and plunged into the snack heap. Shangguan Qiaoyun carried her M1Garand rifle silently and watched Lonely Zhang Xiaoqiang, looking at his lonely expression, somehow her nose is always sour, and the corners of her eyes have become dry. A thing called tears echoed in her eyes. She looked at the man with a sad expression, and her heart was faint. pain.
The man walked in front, she followed him far away, she followed carefully, the man stopped, she stopped, the man stood in the middle of the street in a daze, she hid behind the wall and watched the man in a daze , The man looks at the mountain, she looks at the back of the man, the man looks at the viaduct in the distance, she looks at the back of the man, the man looks up at the low and gloomy sky, she still looks at the back of the man, the man walks forward , She watched his back silently keep up.
She followed behind the man carefully, watching the man's increasingly depressed back, she suddenly felt that her heart was so close to him, she didn't see everything the man saw, she only looked at the man, Looking at his shoulders that were not generous, she understood him, and suddenly she understood it, without listening to him whispering, without looking at his lonely eyes, it was so strange, she always thought she was very Understand men, she has been in contact with various men, polite, arrogant, cold and dangerous, lewd and lustful, impetuous, calm, handsome, ugly, crazy, timid, and There are people who can die for her, but she can't see clearly Zhang Xiaoqiang. From Zhang Xiaoqiang, she finds how superficial she understands men, because she never really understood the heart of a man.
But at this moment she understood something inexplicably, she saw loneliness from his back, saw loneliness, saw the depression hidden in his heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang has always shown strength in front of people, and lonely behind people No shadow disappeared from his back. Only Shangguan Qiaoyun stared silently at his back. What attracted the man to something? He slowly climbed up the side platform along the steps. He looked at the old tree and the dilapidated gate until he walked in. · · · · · · · · ·
The house is very dark, and some corners are darker because of the light. Those dark corners are so gloomy in this dark space, as if a wicked ghost is lurking inside, Shangguan Qiaoyun walking in this quiet In the small building ~IndoMTL.com~ She was not afraid, let alone feared, she slowly walked inwards, holding some unshelled walls, the sound of her footing was very light, and the light was almost inaudible, she didn’t want to because She was disturbed by herself and walked along the wall. A faint beam of light shot through the window ventilator into the small building, dispelling the darkness hidden in the room slightly. She walked until she saw the dark red cloth Even · · · · · · · ·
She leaned against the door and looked at the man who was kneeling and wailing and crying, the man who was indifferent in front of the person, the man who stood on the forklift with enthusiasm, the man who shot on the monster and shot In front of everyone, he is so strong, cold, cruel, now this man is crying so sad in this dark and closed space, why is he crying?
The flashlight turned on the corner of the wall, and the orange beam hit the white skeleton. Looking at the small skeletons, the tears in the eyes of Shangguan Qiaoyun also fell down. · · · · · · · · · ·
She entered the room dimly with tears in her eyes, and slowly knelt behind the man, stretching her arms tightly to embrace him tightly · · · · · · · · · · ·
(Many people say that Doomsday must have the style of Doomsday, cruel, cruel, killing, and dehumanizing. To be honest, I like to read Doomsday novels. I can see so much blood and cruelty. I can’t see any point. Humanity, I'm depressed, can't I be happy only when I watch those fellow citizens wield a big knife and cut their heads with cold eyes? I don't approve, I'm a dead mansion, but I can't guarantee that I will become ruthless when I go to Doomsday People, but I don’t want to be killed by those ruthless people like killing ants, so my text is human. Well, · ·. I think I will continue to maintain this style. The protagonist will not be weak because of human nature. He will be like A Cockroach survives in the crack, until the crack cannot hold him.)