blood plague

Chapter 18 Old Acquaintances

In this disaster, the more people you know, the greater the impact on the soul.It is a great torture to see those familiar people become infected, or kill them, or be killed by them.

What?Do you want to meet an ex-girlfriend like this?

Do you miss your ex-boyfriend too?
Well, good luck to you.

Excluding such rare exceptions, most people's minds will gradually collapse in fear, madness and pain.

Seeing Father Locke praying for the dead, Iger was full of admiration for him.Father Locke not only suppressed his own grief, he also became a source of spiritual motivation for others.

Iger couldn't help but think of a line in the little broken ball that many people think is a bit vulgar: "Hope is something as precious as diamonds in this era."

No, hope is more precious than diamonds in this day and age.

The surroundings seemed safe for the time being, and the three walked across the lawn to the garage.

The garage door was drawn down, and whether it was locked or not, Vance did not want to open it.The side door was not locked, but was hung with a simple latch. After Vance unlocked the latch, he kicked the door violently, and the door swung open with a bang.

This is a very classic method of violently opening the door. Apart from being fast, more importantly, it can prevent someone from hiding behind the door and waiting to attack the opener.If an infected person stood against the door, he would definitely be kicked away by this kick.

Of course, if a large group of infected people happened to be locked in the garage, then Vance's kick would be considered a hornet's nest.

After getting to the bottom of the battle in the morning, Vance was no longer cautious and prudent in the bakery, and his original reckless character was undoubtedly revealed.

"Aha, there are indeed a lot of good things." Vance walked into the garage, looked at the various tools hanging on the wall and said with bright eyes. Immediately afterwards, he took off his backpack and began to choose suitable ones. Put the tools in the backpack.

Iger's first self-defense weapon, a western-style chef's knife, is still stuck in the obese infected person. Out of disappointment with it, Iger didn't pull it out and take it away.

Looking at the tools on the wall, Iger chose a hand hammer with a flat head on one side and a round head on the other as his second self-defense weapon.This kind of hand hammer is simple and low-key, and it can cause great damage to the skull when it is used well in sneak attacks.

"Yo ho, look at the stuff." Vance turned around with one hand holding a black iron object and cheering.

It turned out that Vance found a crowbar known as one of the three treasures of the running team and known as the holy sword of physics.

After finding the crowbar, Vance didn't waste time on the tool wall. He put on his backpack and hung the logging ax on his body, and walked excitedly to the red house with the crowbar in hand to try his luck.

"Dole."

Vance forcefully inserted the crowbar through the door lock, and then pushed hard, only to hear a "click", and the door opened in response.

Iger was stunned, this is not a crowbar, it is clearly a master key.

Of course, don't look at Vance using it so easily, if Iger is on it, he might poke the door frame and not be able to open it.

Vance is too familiar with this kind of door and door lock. As long as it is not an explosion-proof door, ordinary wooden doors are just a decoration in his eyes.

Of course, other Americans understand this truth, so the last line of defense in the house is not the thin wooden door, but 9mm, .45, .357, 5.56, 7.62, 12, etc., etc., etc.

Then the search began. Iger stood in the corridor holding a gun to prevent something from suddenly rushing out of the room, while Vance and Father Locke separately checked the room one by one.

In less than 1 minute, the investigation was completed. The house was clean and there were no infected people.

The next step is a simple quick search. The first places are the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, the refrigerator in the kitchen, the bedside table in the bedroom and under the pillow. The resources corresponding to these three are medicine, food and guns.

A few minutes later, the three left the house with a bottle of painkillers and two cans of canned fruit. As for other supplies, they can wait for safety or to clean up when needed.

Standing on the lawn outside the house again, Father Locke looked at the time and decided to search the basketball court along this side first, then turn back from the other side of the street, and finally open the five-shot can.

The spiked metal fences are a bit of a nuisance, they're stuck at an awkward height and you just can't step over them.

When Iger was about to take something to cushion it, Vance rushed over and kicked hard, the metal fence was skewed outwards, he stepped on the skewed metal fence and kicked harder, the angle of the metal fence was even more skewed.Then Vance stepped over the metal fence with ease.

Next, Vance did the same to the wooden fence of the neighbor's house, saving a lot of distance and coming to the second house.

After quickly searching three houses in this way, Iger's backpack was already half full. They came to the last single-family two-story house next to the basketball court. The door was still locked. Vance pried open the door and the three of them entered the house. Then check the room separately.

After experiencing three consecutive empty rooms, Iger was a little careless. After he went up the wooden stairs to the second floor, he saw that the door of a room was open, so he walked over and turned into the door without thinking.

As soon as Iger turned around, he stopped abruptly, his hair stood on his head in an instant, and cold sweat broke out densely all over his body.

This is a bedroom with a glass door and an open-air balcony, but now the glass door is blocked by drawn curtains, and the outdoor light shines in from the slender gap between the two curtains, just falling on the leaning body on the ground. on the face of the dead body.

The dead body appeared to be that of a young man. There was a large blackened bloodstain on his back, and behind him was a long stream of spurted blood mixed with minced flesh.

There was a big bed less than one meter in front of the dead body. On the big bed sat a shriveled old man in pajamas with a cigar in his mouth. He had a double-barreled shotgun on his arched feet, and the muzzle of the gun was facing Iger at the door.

Iger wanted to back out of the door, but it was too late, and now he turned and ran away faster than a bullet.

"Hello, I have no malice." Iger smiled as much as possible at the old man and said, "I am from the Gospel Search and Rescue Team, and I am carrying out a rescue operation for survivors under the leadership of Father Locke."

After hearing Iger's words, the old man moved his hand away from the gun stock and trigger. He tremblingly picked up a box of matches beside the bed, and motioned to Iger, "Son, come and help me light a cigarette."

Iger let go of his raised heart and throat, slowed down his pace, and walked in front of the old man in a harmless posture.

At this time, Iger discovered that a large pile of unlit matches had been lost on the old man's bed. Although he could still pull the trigger of the shotgun, for the small work of wiping matches that required speed and accuracy, the old man tried Tried many times without success.

Cigars are not easy to light, and the old man's lung capacity is insufficient, so it is difficult to inhale the cigarette butts. Iger burned two matches before lighting the cigar.

"Huh." The old man comfortably exhaled a burst of smelly smoke from his mouth, and he said to Iger with satisfaction, "Thank you, little guy, you have helped me a lot."

At this moment, Father Locke and Vance, who heard the movement downstairs, also came to the door. Seeing them both, the old man laughed happily. As soon as he let go, the cigar fell from his mouth onto the quilt cover , he quickly picked it up and put it in his mouth again.

"Lock! Little Vance! You're not dead yet!" The old man shouted to the two, "Come here and let me see."

"Hi, Uncle Heller." Vance looked down at the dead body on the ground, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened, "I didn't expect you, an old fellow, to escape the blood plague."

"Haha, haha!" Heller laughed loudly triumphantly, he coughed while laughing and said, "It may be that other viruses, bacteria, and cancer cells in my body have already carve up my body. "

When Father Locke walked to Heller's bed, he reached out and took the cigar from Heller's mouth.

Heller didn't pay much attention to it. He had hidden this thing for several years. After lighting it up today, he found that the actual experience was not as good as he had imagined.

Heller looked up at Locke and said calmly, "Locke, can you pray for me on my deathbed? I'm dying."

(End of this chapter)