Godzilla's Path to the Ancient Gods

Chapter 73 Drinking Blood

Roaring, howling, cursing, and the sound of flesh being eaten, rang in my ears one after another, without stopping for a long time.

Among them, including her mother.

She will never forget that her mother stuffed her into the box roughly with tears streaming down her cheeks, and yelled at her not to come out, not to make any noise, and to live a good life!
However, the hacked car was very chaotic. At that time, her mother couldn't think too much, and after locking the box, she even locked the box subconsciously.

Maybe that would be safer.

But was bitten by zombies, turned into zombies, and starved to death in a small box.

It's hard to say which of the two endings is better.

Hank's strength is great, to what extent it is, you can know it by looking at the broken corpses all over the ground.

Fortunately, those cars were able to kill the zombies when Hank pulled them out and threw them on the ground. Therefore, the interior of the cars was relatively clean. After all, she was going to drive these cars away and deliberately controlled the cleanliness of the cars.

But it’s not necessarily the case with large vehicles, there are more zombies inside, and Hank is too lazy to pull out all the zombies inside, so he gets into the car to solve them.

Colette looked at the corpses covered on the ground inside the car, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Hearing the whole process of her mother's death with her own ears, coupled with the fact that there are zombies all around, Colette has lost the desire to live.

After all, she is still a child, and all this is still too big a blow to her.

But now, even the thought of finding the last body of his mother cannot be realized.

Forget it, let's end like this.

Colette ran over the broken limbs, and ignored the blood splashed on her trouser legs, and returned to the iron box that locked her up, shutting herself in this narrow iron box and closing her eyes.

Deep exhaustion surged into Colette's heart, because she was afraid of being heard by the zombies outside, Colette didn't dare to make any movement.

Even though there were still a lot of canned food in the iron box, she didn't dare to open the canned food at all.

Therefore, she has not eaten for a long time.

Curled up in the box, Colette gradually felt dizzy and dizzy. She was familiar with this feeling, and it was exactly the same feeling when she had a fever before.

When she had a fever before, her mother would accompany her, and she would leave only when she fell asleep, but now, there is no one around her.

Suddenly, Colette didn't know how she fell asleep.

But she felt her body temperature getting higher and higher, and her head hurt more and more.

Even in a coma, the headache still tormented her.

In her last moments of consciousness, she felt as if she had been lifted out of the box.

Colette subconsciously rubbed her head against the chest of the person hugging her, it was hard and warm.

This was the last feedback she got before she completely lost consciousness.

I do not know how long it has been.

Colette opened her eyes abruptly.

"woke up."

Time turned backwards.

As the car drove further and further away, Hank became more and more irritable.

Maybe it was because he didn't want to see the girl die alone, or it could be more selfish reasons.

He is too lonely, just want someone to accompany him, tell him that he is still human, he is not a monster!

But reason told him that he was a monster in this appearance, this was an indisputable fact, and he had no way to deny it.

But in the end, Hank hit the brakes and twisted the steering wheel.

He went back because there was simply not enough food in the trunk, yes, that little food was not enough for him to swallow in one gulp.

He had to go back and bring some more food, by the way, yes, by the way to see how the girl was doing.

But when I went back and looked at it, I saw the problem.

Perhaps the confused Colette just thought she had a fever, but Hank could see that she was infected!
Before long, she will turn into a zombie.

If he came later, maybe opened the box, a surprise would come to him.

Hank was silent, he didn't expect this to happen.

Hank fixed his gaze on the wound where Colette's elbow rubbed. The blood had scabbed over, but the virus had already invaded her body.

Hank had an image of the little girl chasing the car, falling to the ground and breaking her arm.

It was precisely because of this that he was infected by touching the dirty blood all over the ground.

Hank thought that the little girl would die, but he didn't expect that she would die in such an aggrieved way.

At this moment, Hank even had the idea of ​​killing her.

Maybe that way she could die a human death instead of a stinking lost one.

It wouldn't be cute that way.

But Hank couldn't help it.

Nowadays, not to mention the towns around, even the chances of finding a living person other than him in the city are pitifully small.

Today, the person he holds in his arms may be the last person alive.

Let her die like this, how could he accept it! ?
I don't know what Hank was thinking, he slowly moved his wrist close to his mouth, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth and bit down hard!

tick~
The dark red blood slowly flowed down, dripping from Hank's sharp claws under the gathering force of gravity.

Hank raised his hand to Colette's mouth and noticed the liquid flowing into his mouth. Colette, who hadn't eaten for a long time, swallowed subconsciously.

Hank washed the blood off Colette's arm again, wasting a precious bottle of water.

After cleaning, he smeared his blood on Colette's wound, and then he carried Colette to his car and put it on the passenger seat.

Then the back seat of the car was filled with food, and even the roof was tied with everything that could be used.

This makes the car look very bloated and ugly.

But Hank looked very satisfied.

No matter how ugly it looks, the shells inside are treasures.

So, Hank left here with Colette and the supplies stuffed into the vehicle.

The rut tracks stained with the blood of the zombies stretched far, far away.

Hank was very nervous until Colette woke up.

He didn't know if his blood was useful or not.

Although I am immune to the zombie virus, it does not mean that people who drink my own blood are also immune to the zombie virus.

Moreover, it is also difficult for him to guarantee what changes will happen to the person who drank his own blood.

Perhaps, she will become a monster like herself?

If that was the case, would she blame herself?

Blame yourself for turning her into a monster?

Therefore, in the past few hours, Hank has been very tormented. Even if he couldn't concentrate on driving, he almost hit the trees on both sides several times.

(End of this chapter)