allonlinenovel Chapter 404: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 18
Chapter 404: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 18
The picture clearly captured that the man's exposed skin was an eerie gray and dead color. In the empty eye sockets, the black pupils had completely disappeared, leaving only cloudy whites of the eyes.
The huge impact of falling from a height caused one of his arms to twist into a weird angle and his knees to bend unnaturally, obviously with multiple fractures.
However, that "person" seemed to have lost all his sense of pain, and was just unconsciously and slowly dragging his broken body around downstairs.
The movements were mechanical and sluggish, with no sense of direction, like a puppet with wrong strings.
But the keen senses seemed to shift to hearing, and the live camera made a faint motor hum due to focusing.
It can also cause it to suddenly stop on the road, and the head with only a few wisps of messy hair left will turn slightly, as if trying hard to capture the direction of the inaudible sound source in the air.
Then people all over the country watched him walk step by step to the camera, raised his head, and gave everyone a close-up of his face.
A lifeless, gray face covered with bruises and scratches filled the entire live broadcast window.
This scene is truly shocking.
The visual impact reached its peak at this moment!
However, the barrage function was not enabled for this live broadcast event, so there is no way to know the reactions of all parties.
"Oh my goodness!" Grandma couldn't form any words after seeing this scene. She just opened her mouth and shouted "goodness".
Both sets of parents had similar reactions.
At the beginning, Sirong and Muchen told them that the end of the world was coming. Under the influence of the Concentration Technique, they agreed to let the children play around.
Afterwards, my heart was pounding.
When I lay down to sleep at night, I often muttered about this young couple.
It was easy to agree, but after selling the house and paying the pension money, the supplies we got in return, some useful and some not, piled up in a warehouse.
They thought they might be crazy or have joined some kind of cult, as they believed their children and started messing around with them.
If this is a farce, how will we live in the future?
Even if I wake up now, it's too late.
All the money is gone, what else can I do?
In this way, several old men worked tirelessly to tidy up and build during the day, and at night, huge doubts and helplessness gnawed at their hearts.
When I saw this picture today, my heart finally died.
Now I don’t know whether I should be happy that they listened to their children and made preparations in advance, or sad that they are about to enter the doomsday world.
Dad Mu subconsciously took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers. The strong nicotine desire almost broke through his rationality.
He glanced at Sirong, who was bulging with belly, and could only bring the unlit cigarette to his nose and sniffed the tobacco deeply, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"I guess..." his voice was a little dry, "This person probably realized that he was going to change, and at the last moment, he thought about jumping down... to end it all, which is better than becoming... that horrible thing."
"That's probably the case," Sirong's father echoed in a low voice. "If it were me, I'd probably do the same. I'd want to die cleanly, not be a burden to others, and not... stop being a human being."
"Alas," he sighed deeply, as if exhausting all his strength, "things didn't go as planned! I jumped... and couldn't dodge!"
The impact of this scene is so great that the old village chief at the foot of the mountain has been thinking about Li Chengcai.
He was already worried all the time, thinking about his son Li Chengcai who was in the isolation room on the mountain.
His wife pleaded several times to sneak up to take a look, but he stopped her. He thought to himself that once he got through this critical point today and the quarantine order was lifted, he would rush up the mountain to confirm with his own eyes whether his son was alive or dead.
Now... now he looked up at the gray, inhuman monster in the live broadcast... but his son's red, feverish, and confused face was involuntarily reflected in front of his eyes.
He collapsed weakly and covered his eyes.
Don't go up there. At least, wait a little longer.
Even if he didn't go up the mountain, his son was still the living person with the high fever in his mind.
If he were to rush over now... and see the scene in the live broadcast... the old village chief shuddered, not daring to think about it.
He huddled on the bench, letting fear and despair spread silently, listening to his wife's suppressed, almost broken sobs beside him.
The future, like the tightly closed iron door of the isolation room, was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Wasn't this heavy, chest-tearing feeling of despair also spreading wildly in the heart of Zhang Songmin, who was commanding at the foot of the mountain?
This live broadcast, like a high-explosive bomb, instantly destroyed the psychological defenses he had relied on for the past few days.
The impact was so great that it far exceeded his imagination.
These days, he is indeed carrying out the instructions from above without any compromise:
Organizing isolation, setting up observation points, blocking areas... He gave his all to every task and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
But what about deep down inside? That secret, lucky thought of "making a mountain out of a molehill" always bubbles up from the bottom of the water from time to time.
Maybe just a more contagious flu?
Perhaps the above is taking precautions too far?
Maybe when that day comes, it will be a false alarm and everyone will be able to lift the alarm and go back to their normal lives?
Deep down in my heart, I even feel like I'm waiting to be slapped in the face.
When implementing the quarantine order, he was able to appease the public with this "routine" mentality: "It's just a few days apart, just treat it as a vacation for yourself and live in a single 'dormitory'.
"Even for those in critical condition like the old village chief's son Li Chengcai who was in isolation, although he felt very sympathetic, that kind of hidden expectation still existed. It will eventually pass, and this is just part of the response plan.
However, the gray, lifeless, and distorted face on the screen, raised in an inhuman way, completely crushed all "maybes".
That's not speculation, it's not an exercise, it's not an exaggerated report.
That is the naked reality!
Just outside his jurisdiction, on the edge of the world he understood, the common sense system on which he relied for action collapsed to the ground like glass smashed by a sledgehammer!
A "false alarm"? Turned into a cruel prophecy coming true!
"Making a mountain out of a molehill"? No! We are not doing enough!
Those quarantine areas he organized with the mentality of "carrying out a mission", and what was behind the iron gate of the quarantine point on the mountain...what was it?
Zhang Songmin didn't even dare to make a video call to Muchen to ask about the situation on his side.
The world, right before my eyes, began to become... fantastical in a hideous way.
What's next?
Emergency plan? The existing plan is as thin as a cicada's wing when facing this reality!
An isolation point on the mountain? Muchen and the others... the people inside...
The panicked people below the mountain? What will happen next?
More importantly, as a grassroots leader, he cannot mess up. If he does, what will happen to the villagers?