Chapter 187

A yellow plastic duck appears in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. It is a toy that can be dragged away by children. The color of the plastic duck has become dim in the wind and sun for half a year. The dark yellow coating has become light yellow. The thin hemp rope hanging on the toy has some rotten marks on the ground. The toy is placed in the middle of the concrete steps in front of him on the left, Along the steps, you can see a platform. He slowly goes up the steps to the platform. Two old trees, which can only be hugged by several people, are surrounded by old cement flower beds. The mottled bark tells him their history and age, and tells him that they have witnessed the rise, development and destruction of the town······

On the platform is an old building, The door is an old-fashioned wooden frame door with small glass inlaid and yellow paint. With the passage of time, there is not much yellow paint left on the door. On the dark brown wood, the grain is carved with knives by naughty children in the past. On the right side of the door is a wooden plaque with "XX town clinic" written in black ink. The light inside the door is low, It seems that the space inside is very dark. You can only vaguely see the green paint on the wall below the chest level. The paint near the anchor line starts to fall off because of the humidity.

The light of the flashlight is sweeping around the clinic, which is like a ghost land. Zhang Xiaoqiang walks in the quiet building, with a flashlight in one hand and a silver pistol in the other. The whole building is silent. Only his footsteps reverberate in the quiet space. From a long distance, there is another echo. He looks at the messy rooms and the broken glass, The file cabinet, the scattered medical records, and the white coat he stepped on at the moment looked around. He was ready to go out. At the moment of turning, a red puppet jumped into his eyes again. The red puppet was thrown at a corner and covered with dust·········

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the scene in surprise, His heart has long been a stone in this crazy end. His former cowardice, timidity, hesitation, and fear no longer appear. However, the scene before him makes his heart twitch violently. This is a children's ward, a small chair, a small table, and a large building block piled in the corner. There are many colorful flags hanging on the white ceiling, The walls were pasted with cartoon stickers, and some iron frames painted red were hung with glass bottles for injecting glucose.

He walked into the hospital carefully, and a messy white bone was scattered everywhere. The skeleton of these white bones was very small and slender, which was different from the skeleton of adults. These bones were all broken by force. Looking at these small bones scattered on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly sat on the dirty floor. In the distance, there were several small skeletons without any flesh, Above the black eyes staring at him silently, from the beginning of entering the town has been repressed heart burst at the moment.

"Ouch ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" his mouth howled like a wild animal. Tears flowed from his eyes and fell to the ground full of dust. He was crying. He was tearing his heart. Looking at these young victims, he thought of the town just like ghosts, and his struggling in the last life. He used his hoarse voice to vent his depression. He was not Superman, He is not a hero, he is just a humble little person, he will also hurt, he will be sad, he also needs someone to comfort, but he can't, he can't show the weakest side of his heart, the end of the world is a bloody world, it won't let you go because of your weakness, it is a lone wolf swimming in the dark, it always stares at your neck, As long as you show a little weakness, it will not hesitate to rush up and pierce your Adam's apple with its cold fangs.

Its incarnation is everywhere. It's the zombies wandering in the wilderness and the city. It's a mutant beast hidden in the dark. Even it's a human with flesh and blood like you. Zhang Xiaoqiang's strong and cold performance is his mask to disguise. His heart has never changed. He's also the man who rushed out of the house for a few cabbages, He is the man who is surrounded by a hundred zombies in despair. His heart has always been afraid, but he can't be afraid. He wants to treat himself as a strong man, even a pseudo strong man. He doesn't know what the real strong man's heart is. He knows that he needs to cry and vent. When he leaves the clinic, he is still the man who has no fear in the face of D2, The man who can cut off the head of his compatriots without expression, the man with a cold face under his hand.

The men rush into the houses to make a living happily. The women carry their bags and pick up the gadgets they are interested in. Yang Ke'er and her daughter, gair, plunge into the snack pile. Shangguan Qiaoyun, carrying her M1 garland rifle, silently looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is lonely and lonely. I don't know why her nose is always sour, The corners of her eyes became dry, and a kind of thing called tears echoed in her eyes. She looked at the bleak looking man and felt a faint pain in her heart.

When a man walks in front of him, she follows him far behind. She follows him very carefully. When a man stops, she stops. When a man stands in the middle of the street in a daze, she hides behind the wall and looks at the man in a daze. When a man looks at the mountain, she looks at the man's back. When a man looks at the viaduct in the distance, she looks at the man's back. When a man looks up, he looks up at the gloomy sky, She is still looking at the man's back, the man walked forward, she watched his back quietly follow.She followed the man carefully and looked at the man's more and more depressed back. She suddenly felt that her heart was so close to him. She didn't see everything that the man saw. She only looked at the man and his not generous shoulder. She understood him, and suddenly understood him. She didn't listen to his low voice or look at his lonely eyes, It's strange that she always thinks that she knows men well. She has met all kinds of men, polite, arrogant, cold and dangerous, obscene and lustful, impetuous, calm, handsome, ugly, crazy, timid, and others who can die for her. But she can't see Zhang Xiaoqiang clearly, She found that her understanding of men is so shallow, because she never really understand a man's heart.

But at this moment, she somehow understood, she saw loneliness from his back, saw loneliness, saw the depression hidden in his heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang has been showing strong in front of people, disappeared on the lonely back, his back is only Shangguan Qiaoyun staring silently, what is the man attracted by? He slowly climbed up the side platform along the steps. He looked at the old tree and the old gate until he went in·········

It's very dark inside the house. Some corners are even darker because of the light. Those dark corners are so gloomy in this dark space, as if there are ghosts lurking inside to peep out, Shangguan Qiaoyun is walking in this quiet building. She is not afraid. She holds some shelled walls and walks towards the building slowly. Her voice is so light that she can hardly hear it. She doesn't want to disturb him because of herself. She walks along the wall all the time. A bunch of weak light shoots into the building through the air window and dispels the darkness hidden in the room, She walked until she saw the dark red puppet········

She leaned against the door and looked at the man kneeling on the ground and crying, the man with a cold face in front of people, the man standing on the forklift with high spirits, the man hanging on the monster and taking out a gun to shoot. He was so tough, cold and ferocious in front of people, Now this man is crying so sad in this dark and closed space. Why is he crying?

Flashlight light beam rolling in the corner, orange light beam on a white skeleton, looking at those small skeleton, Shangguan Qiaoyun eyes tears also fall down··········

She came into the room with tears in her eyes and knelt slowly behind the man, She stretched out her delicate arms and held him tightly in her arms···········

(many people say that the end of the world must have the style of the end of the world, cruelty, cruelty, killing, and dehumanization. To tell you the truth, I like reading novels of the end of the world very much, but I can see so much blood and cruelty, and I can't see any humanity. I'm depressed, Is it only when you look at those compatriots with cold eyes and cut off their heads with a big knife? I don't agree. I'm a dead house, but I can't guarantee that I will become a cruel man in the end, but I don't want to be killed by those cruel people like killing ants, so my writing is full of humanity. Um... I think I will continue to maintain this style. The protagonist will not be weak because of human nature. He will live in the crevice like a cockroach until, There is no room for him.)