zombie frenzy

Painful choice

"Mom, we're back."

Bonnie's head was sweating, and she put down the gun belt, "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be down right away."

"Honey, I feel like I could eat a cow right now."

Anthony walked to the kitchen, kissed Zina on the face, and exaggeratedly said, Zina smiled, "Go take a shower, eat right away."

"I'll wash it later, I'll oil the gun first."

Anthony carried the gun belt to the kitchen, took out a long Steyr Scout sniper rifle, and while chatting with Zina, slowly removed the barrel, cleaned the gunpowder inside with a cleaning rod, and wiped each Parts, carefully maintain the rifle.

"How's Bonnie's grades today?" Zina looked at the ceiling and asked in a low voice.

"Excellent."

Anthony said cheerfully, "You didn't see, Bonnie played very well today, I think, if things go on like this, she must be the champion."

……

Crash.

The spray from the shower hit Bonnie's face. She let out a breath and shook her hair.

It's a great day, isn't it?

Bonnie bit her lower lip, her face glowing.

For this competition, she has been thinking about practicing every day and night, trying to hit every shot well, but, maybe because she was too impatient, her grades not only did not improve but dropped a lot, the instructor forced her to take a vacation to relax Besides, for this, she turned her face with the instructor. Now that I think about it, he was right, Bonnie said.

The environment is different, staying in the place where I have lived since childhood, for some reason, the gun in my hand is like a part of my body.

This is the feeling, Bonnie recalled silently, letting the water wash away the bubbles on her body.

"Who?"

Bonnie turned off the faucet, and poked her head out from behind the shower curtain in doubt, "Dad, did you call me?"

No one answered outside, Bonnie frowned, pulled the bath towel to dry off the water droplets on her body, quickly put on her clothes and went out.

"Dad, have you eaten yet?"

Bonnie stood at the top of the stairs and shouted down. There were strange noises from the street outside, as if another car had been in a car accident.

"I have to go and see."

Bonnie walked downstairs, smelling the scent in the air, "Mom, it smells so good, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Ho ho.

A figure jumped out from the corner under the stairs, and fell on the stairs after hitting the first step.

"Ah... Dad, you scared me to death."

Bonnie took a few steps back in fright, and after seeing the figure clearly, she shouted loudly.

The figure raised its head, stretched its arms and scratched forward non-stop, its eyes were red, and the corners of its mouth were stained with blood.

"Giggle."

Bonnie laughed so hard that she sat on the ground, "It's true, Dad, you are amazing, but it's not Halloween, and Mom will be angry when she sees it."

Ho ho.

The figure ignored her, continued waving its arms, stood up staggeringly, kicked the steps as it stepped forward, fell down again, and hit its forehead heavily on the steps, making a loud bang .

"Oh, my God, my God."

Bonnie was terrified, stood up hurriedly, and ran downstairs, "Dad, are you okay?"

The figure raised its head, and its forehead became red and swollen, but the figure seemed to feel no pain, waving its arms, screaming hoo hoo, struggling to catch her.

Bonnie stopped, a sudden feeling of fear in her heart.

She looked at the figure and wanted to reach out her hand, but she couldn't do it anyway. At this moment, a faint bloody breath came over.

Bonnie took a step back, sat on the stairs, looked at this familiar face in horror, and shouted loudly, "Mom, mom, come quickly, what's wrong with dad?"

No one in the house answered, except for the hoo hoo sound coming from the figure below, and some weird sounds from outside, the surrounding seemed to be frozen, deathly quiet.

"Father, don't scare me." Bonnie swallowed, stood up against the wall, tried to take a step down, one step away from the figure, and slowly stretched out her hand, " I'm coming, don't move around."

The figure frantically crawled up the stairs, the waving palm touched Bonnie's hand, grabbed her tightly, pulled her to the mouth, the blood-stained mouth was extremely long Big, revealing the white teeth inside.

"what……"

Bonnie struggled to break free, fell down and sat down on the stairs, supporting her body with her hands and kept going up, "No, no, mom, come quickly."

There was no sound coming from the direction of the kitchen. Bonnie bit her lip and looked at the strange Anthony below. Suddenly, at the corner under the stairs, a stream of blood, like a small snake, slowly came from the corner of the stairs. It spread out from the darkness, flowed under Anthony's feet, and was then stepped on by him, turning into a picture of fear.

"Mommy mommy."

A bad feeling appeared in Bonnie's heart. She stepped back a few steps and looked down from the other side of the stairs.

A pair of feet were exposed, lying quietly in a pool of blood, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, unable to believe what she saw.

"Fake, it's fake."

Bonnie yelled, "Well, you're scaring me, and I'm going to be mad at this."

The figure continued to struggle to climb up the stairs, but it climbed up five or six steps and then slid down three or four steps, its jaw kept bumping against the steps, making a terrifying sound.

Bonnie panicked, turned around, and ran quickly to her own room.

"I don't care who you are, you've had enough trouble, get up, or I'll shoot you."

Bonnie held the pistol, her hands trembling slightly, and shouted sharply to the figure below.

At this time, she already felt that this was not a joke, and her mother would not cooperate with this. Bonnie didn't know what happened, and her anger surged up.

"Hey, go down, do you hear me?"

Bonnie pointed the gun at the figure below, "Who the hell are you? Anthony, Dad, are you there?"

No one answered her, as if she was the only one in the room, and the only response was the incomprehensible hoo hoo.

Bang bang.

Bonnie shrank in fright and hid beside the stairs.

It's not here, it's the gunshots coming from outside.

Bonnie looked at the figure below in surprise, gritted her teeth, ran to the room quickly, and stretched her head out to look outside.

Old Crete was holding a shotgun, and was constantly bombarding the figures in front of her. Those were all neighbors she was familiar with, but at this moment they turned into monsters, their bodies were punched out with big bloody holes. Shaking and pounced on it, he pushed Old Critter to the ground and gnawed frantically.

"Ah..., get out, you monsters, get out, ah"

Bonnie covered her mouth and aimed the pistol there, but she couldn't pull the trigger no matter what.

The street was in chaos, several cars collided with each other randomly, several people gathered together, biting the man in the pool of blood on the ground, and some people ran desperately, shaking their bodies behind them, as if they were seriously ill The people chasing after him frantically.

This is the end of the world?Zombies?

Bonnie raised the gun and slowly lowered it, staring blankly in front of her eyes.

Ho ho.

The voice below the stairs seemed to be much closer, and it woke Bonnie up all of a sudden.

Standing at the top of the stairs, she bit her lip and understood that this is her father, and the one lying in the pool of blood below is her mother. All this is not an illusion, nor is she playing a game, which made her feel so painful.

"why?"

Bonnie sat on the ground weakly, watching her climbing up, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, thinking about eating her father, tears streaming down silently.

The figure was climbing with difficulty, slipping down time and time again, the chin had already changed its shape due to impact, but the figure didn't cry out in pain, nor did it slow down, it just kept crawling like this, looking at her, eyes full of disbelief. A thirst for flesh and blood.

Bonnie watched blankly, and when he crawled in front of her and was about to grab her with her hand, she stretched out her hand holding the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was on top of the figure's head, pushing him forcefully. down.

Bang bang bang.

The figure's chin hit the steps all the way until it fell to the bottom of the stairs, and then stopped.

"Does it hurt?" Bonnie asked in a low voice, tears streaming down her mouth, she smiled miserably, watching the figure climb up again.

The bullet has been loaded, the safety has been released long ago, as long as she pulls the trigger lightly, and the gunshot sounds, all this will be over.

Perhaps, after the gunshots, he would wake up.

Bonnie was thinking in her heart, but her hands kept shaking, and the muzzle of the gun kept shaking. With the top shooting level in her army, she couldn't even aim at the figure that was less than two meters in front of her.

"I can't do it, I can't do it."

Bonnie cried softly, threw the pistol aside, leaned against the railing of the stairs, and stared blankly at the figure approaching him again.

The sky was getting dark little by little, and the unlit room was extremely dark. Sitting at the top of the stairs, I could only see a vague shadow moving below. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. The blood on the ground had long since solidified and turned into a dark color.

There was no sound on the street, and the whole town became quiet. A few hours later, everything was a foregone conclusion. There was no one living here except Bonnie. Zombies in twos and threes swayed on the road, as if they were zombies. country.

The tears dried up, and Bonnie pushed the figure down the stairs again and again in a daze, looking at him, recalling those previous scenes again and again in her mind.

The electricity has been cut off, the phone can't be dialed out, and she is left alone in the whole world. Bonnie just sits like this, and keeps sitting.

The sky finally brightened, and a ray of sunlight broke through the night and stubbornly drilled out from the horizon.

"I'm sorry, but you are no longer Dad."

Bonnie bit her lip and stood up, picked up the pistol on the ground, and aimed it steadily at the figure below.

She shook her head, "Dad was gone at that moment, you are just a monster in his body, sorry, goodbye."

boom.

A flame was ejected from the muzzle of the gun, and the figure stopped, lying motionless on the stairs, and the dirty blood flowed down the stairs from the tattered head.

Blood came out from the bitten lip, Bonnie didn't feel anything, just watched him silently.

The gunshots startled the surrounding zombies, and they rushed over frantically, slammed on the door, and screamed.

Bonnie didn't move, as if she didn't hear it, she just looked at the figure, and occasionally moved her eyes to look at the pair of feet exposed at the foot of the stairs.

……

Bonnie lay on the platform of the roof, loaded a magazine, and then gently pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

Beside her, there are boxes of bullets. As a professional sniper, the bullets at home are purchased in boxes, which are enough for her to use at will. She has used a lot these days, and the zombies in the town Swept away by her.

Looking expressionlessly at the crowd of corpses rushing wildly in the distance, Bonnie waited until the zombies entered the town, then put her eyes on the scope and began to capture those figures that had become faster.

(End of this chapter)