Chapter 103

After spending half an hour on the ship and everyone confirmed that there were no zombies on the island, they all got off the ship to explore.

Gray thought it was almost the same. Even if there were zombies, they should be trapped. As long as they didn't kill themselves, there shouldn't be much problem.

"Well, I'm leaving, too." Gray looked at them and said.

"Boss, are you leaving now? Stay a few more days." Bart stayed.

"Yes, everyone has just arrived in this new environment. We need you."

Gray shook his head. "If there's anything necessary, it's not impossible for me to stay, but now I'm going to do what I want to do. Moreover, even if the elves are here, they can't insist. Tonight, we don't have to stay."

Gray said and pointed to Michael and Luta. Their skin had the color of dead gray, and their eyes didn't have much brilliance of living people. It was their limit to persist for so many days.

They are dying. The elves don't have to bother to help them continue their lives. A safe place has been found, and gray doesn't have to stay here anymore.

He has come to this world. It can be said that he has done his utmost to stay in one place for so long and take care of them to this extent. It is impossible for him to continue to live a hard life here. Even if life is harder, it should be his way to surf everywhere.

Stirred in the drum washing machine for a long time, is it for a holiday on an island with a villa? Then he might as well stay in the castle and at least have a rough little maid.

Others looked at the two infected people and didn't say anything. It's a miracle that they can persist for so many days. Now in this situation, everyone has long been psychologically prepared. Even Andre, who is most reluctant to accept, was not too excited when gray said that Luta would die.

"Gray, everyone hates you. Why don't we stay and have a farewell party for you?"

"No, I just want to ask you how to deal with them. I don't want you to become a Zombie Island after I leave." Gray looked at Michael and Luta and said, "don't rush to object. As long as there are infected people, any accidents are not impossible."

"Lock them up?" Anna said aloud.

"Tied with a rope?"

"Why don't you give them a boat and let them float on the sea."

Gray didn't say anything about the first two suggestions, but the latter one is definitely the way to death. If he did this in a horror film, the two people who floated out will surely float back after they become zombies, and eat everyone without guard.

So he directly rejected the proposal and expressed his concerns.

"I think it's feasible to tie it up. It's not reliable to lock it up. Your house doesn't look very strong." Gray finally suggested, "if it's me, it's best to let them leave as human beings, and it won't be too painful. They won't be them after they become zombies. Of course, the decision is in your hands."

Michael's decision is in her own hands, and Luta depends on her and Andre's choice.

Of course, it is impossible for them to choose. If they choose to live as zombies, isn't it a hidden danger?

The so-called choice, of course, is only to choose how to die, whether to die when the living, or to die again after death.

"I'm very grateful to live more than ten days. Thank you, gray and the elf. After I die, please bury me in a place with trees." The muscles on Michael's face moved, as if trying to leave with a smile, but failed.

When he finished, he took a pistol from Andy and shot him in the head with great ease.

"Michael is a fearless warrior." Gray lamented that the choice of life and death is the most difficult. Even if he knows he won't choose, he will die soon, but not everyone can do it.

Luta can't do this, and Andre can't do it to his wife, even if she has really come to the end of her life.

"Is there no other way?" Andre held his wife's hand tightly, and his dark face was unspeakably bitter.

"I want to see Caroline again." Luta said weakly.

They handed Caroline to Andre, and Luta looked at the little baby with complex feelings in her eyes.

"Only by clearing away all the zombies will you be really safe. I only remind you once." Gray warned that they were too lazy to grind. If they finally killed Luta because they left her behind, they could only say that they deserved to die. "I'll help you clean up these zombies. Next, it's up to you. Bye."

Without waiting for them to stay, gray untied the boat towed behind the boat and quickly left the island in the roar of machines.

This small boat was more than twice as fast as their big ship full of goods and people. Gray soon returned to the wharf where he had left and saw the modified car parked there.

Drive the boat to the dock and stop. Gray didn't pull out the key. If anyone is lucky to escape here, maybe he can escape from the sky with this thing.

Gray also left them on the corresponding ship for the extra keys they found before.

"I'm such a good man." Gray sighed that he was deeply impressed by his personality charm. There should be few kind people like him in the world.

"Go, go somewhere else." The elf urged, and she was tired of stopping in this place all the time. Every day there were a group of zombies, smelling so smelly.

"OK, get in the car." Gray opened the door, took the elf into the car, took out a map, looked at the route above, opened the on-board computer Bart installed for him, clicked on the offline map and compared it, "then next we should... Go back to the mall."

"OK, let's start the journey of wandering in the end of the world." Cried gray.

"Go, go, go!" The elf lay on his head and pulled his hair excitedly like a horse.

"Wait, I still have a treasure map. Shall we look for the treasure first?" Gray remembered that Bart had finally given him a hand drawn map.

"OK, OK." Elves don't like treasure, but they like the exciting process of looking for treasure and exploring.

Half an hour later, gray slowed down, watched the elf laboriously unfold the map in front of him, looked at the buildings in front of which the signs had been destroyed, and stepped on the brake to stop.

"Here we are. Let's go in and look for treasure."

Little Molly happily threw down the treasure map and flew out.

Gray got out of the car, but before he entered the house, he saw the elf flying back quickly, slapping a magic ball on his head, "hooligan."

"What ghost?" Gray didn't understand. He went into the house. A moment later, he said with a black face, "let's go back and kill Bart!"

"Uh huh." Little Molly nodded approvingly and thought it was a great proposal.