Marvel’s Death Merchant

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Ten minutes later, Bill walked silently on the dark streets. Now that the infection has begun, the situation may get worse. Now Philadelphia has also fallen into chaos. The city losing power is like a giant losing its life. The only thing Bill could rely on was the tactical flashlight hanging under the M16 in his hand. His vision began to blur and distort sharply. As expected, his old body could not restrain the effectiveness of the anesthetic. Bill murmured to himself: "Could he die here?" Is that so?" Bill leaned against the wall of the house as if his strength had been drained out, and his vision was almost too dark to see clearly. Bill seemed to be able to see his old teammates waving to him. Bill was really tired. Bill stretched out his hands to catch the ghosts who had stayed in Vietnam. Suddenly, Bill's captain at the time appeared: "Damn it, Bill! What are you doing? You can't fall down yet, you still have a mission!" Bill's confused spirit was awakened by the captain's words, and Bill stood up with difficulty. Said: "I can't fall down yet, there are still people who need me." Bill took a deep breath of the cold night air, tried hard to keep himself from being controlled by anesthesia and continued to move forward. The old figure gradually disappeared in the streets of Philadelphia at night.

On the third day after the infection, Bill fell asleep leaning against the wall with his hand on the gun. When dawn was about to fall, Bill opened his eyes. After a night's rest, Bill obviously regained his fighting ability. After briefly checking the M16 in his hand and the few remaining ammunition, Bill decided to solve the problem of fresh water and food first, and returned to the street. Bill discovered what he had learned yesterday. There was no danger that he could notice at night, and Bill couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he really lay there and fell asleep, he would become the dinner of these zombies. Bill quietly bypassed several potential dangers in search of a small store that could help him survive. Bill looked at the smashed food stores and shook his head. It seemed that a lot of things happened last night. The closer he got to the city, In the center, you can see bullet casings, bullets, and corpses everywhere. Bill couldn't help but wonder whether it was a wise choice for him to come to the city center to look for food. Suddenly Bill spotted a red shadow flashing in a dark alley ahead. Bill thought he had seen it wrong, but a zombie also clearly noticed it. At this point, Bill wobbled towards the place where the red shadow disappeared. After looking back and looking around and finding that there was no danger, Bill quietly touched it...

Zoe hurriedly took a red shirt from her home, but time did not allow Zoe to choose anything. She had already seen many zombies in the corridor of the apartment. Zoe hurriedly climbed out of the window of her room. After getting on the fire escape and walking to the street, she found that everything had become chaotic. The streets were full of walking zombies and frightened people. A zombie approached Zoe. Zoe opened fire with the M92 pistol in her hand, and the bullet was close. The distance hit the zombie's head, which shattered like a watermelon, and Zoe's stomach turned. There were more and more zombies around. Zoe fired three shots and knocked down several zombies that were close to her. Fear enveloped Zoe's heart. Zoe desperately wanted to move her feet, but her body was completely uncontrolled by her. Control, when a zombie really wanted to pounce on Zoe, a man's figure appeared...

Zoe walked through the dark alleys, trying to avoid contact with zombies. She also witnessed several tragedies, but she couldn't help. There were only three rounds of ammunition left in the gun in her hand. She helped If not, they might drag her into the water, but she will never forget that boy asked Zoe for help, but Zoe ignored him. She watched him being torn apart with her own eyes, his eyes were full of resignation, Zoe ignored him. Yi hid in the darkness with guilt in her heart. She could only keep running and running away to prevent this terrible feeling of guilt from weighing on her already fragile nerves. It was almost early in the morning, and Zoe also began to show symptoms of dehydration, and her lower abdomen began to growl unsatisfactorily. Zoe looked at a food store ahead that had not been looted, and Zoe happily jumped in. Pushing open the door of the food store, it was pitch dark. Zoe turned on the flashlight she found from the corpse of a police officer. Zoe carefully turned over the food on the display cabinet. Zoe took a bag of bread and a bottle of water and hid in the corner and ate them. When the bread was bitten in her mouth, Zoe realized that she was alive. Zoe found the mirror in her jeans pocket and looked at herself. Her white face was covered with muddy stains. Zoe smiled helplessly when she suddenly noticed something strange happening behind her. Zoe stood up and raised her pistol and flashlight. What was reflected in the flashlight was a broken human face, dragging her hollowed out belly and walking towards Zoe step by step. Zoe found that she could not After retreating, he chose a corner of a display cabinet as a hiding place. He thought it would be safe, but now it might cost him his life. Zoe held her breath, tried her best to stabilize herself, aimed her crosshair at the zombie's head, and fired in one shot. The zombie was shot and fell motionless. The sound of gunshots echoed in the small food house. Zoe suddenly heard a bad figure. It turned out that there was a zombie hiding behind her. If this zombie hadn't led her out, it might have been She was attacked by that zombie! Zoe turned around quickly, but the zombie knocked down Zoe even faster. In desperation, Zoe fired two shots and hit the zombie, but the zombie seemed not to feel the pain and bit Zoe's neck. Yi yelled: "Jack!" Bang! An M16 bullet penetrated the zombie's brain and took it away. Zoe saw an old figure in her blurred vision...

Zoe looked vaguely at the old figure getting closer and closer, her eyes slightly closed as she was used to the darkness and was not used to the sudden beam of light from the tactical flashlight. Bill stretched out his hand, and Zoe lay looking at the old man in military uniform, who was inexplicably absent-minded. Bill shook his hand and said: "It's time to get up, little girl, do you want to be the zombie's lunch here?" Zoe stood up as if she had just woken up from a dream. Bill felt a little funny, took out a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it. Zoe said softly: "Thank you for saving me. Are you a soldier?" In the dark night, Bill's cigarette butt flickered. Bill took a deep breath and said, "That's right. What's your name, little girl?" Zoe said: "My name is Zoe, what's yours?" Bill leaned against the display cabinet and said, "Bill." (To be continued.)