Chapter 4024: survivor

The parking lot at the beginning of everyone's departure is close to the bay, which is very suitable for doing business. After all, the passenger flow is large and the scenery is good.

But when you want to escape to the mountains, the location is a bit off, and you need to go to the east, which means you have to traverse the entire city.

Old Mike was very familiar with the city. He tried his best to avoid the roads that might be blocked by traffic, but every now and then, zombies suddenly rushed out from the dark roadside, hitting the front of the car and turning into a cloud of blood. They made his scalp tingle.

In the past, when driving at night, it was nothing more than a mosquito hitting the headlights, but now, just by looking at the wipers turning red and the sticky lake and lake entwined with internal organs, you can see how bad the situation is.

"How is the situation on this road in the city?" At this time, Thomas came over from the rear compartment, sat in the co-pilot's seat, and threw another cigarette to the old driver: "Have you seen any survivors? ?"

Old Mike shook his head, and was speechless for a while. He didn't know whether to say that he didn't meet any survivors on the road, or that he was just escaping for his life and didn't pay attention to the roadside at all.

When the retired soldier saw his state, he seemed to see through everything at once. He didn't say anything, just patted the old man's shoulder:

"Don't have a psychological burden. Whether others can be rescued or not, it is their life. We are not the savior, but three ordinary people who are fleeing. There is no responsibility or obligation to take risks for others."

After he finished speaking, he waved to Martha secretly behind him, motioning her to come and observe the reaction of the research subjects.

Hearing the words of Death Knell, the old man driving the car sighed. He slowly raised his hand on the gear lever and wiped his white beard with force:

"I just feel sad, Thomas, maybe you guys in the military have seen a lot of life and death, but for me, it's too heavy. Really, when I look at these zombies wandering the streets, I can't help fantasizing about their lives. look like, do they also have a family, do they also have relatives?"

The girl with the pearl necklace just showed her head, and immediately took out a small notebook to record the experiment log.

Write down a string of shorthand symbols representing 'hallucination', 'empathy', 'poor willpower' and so on.

"Old man, I understand what you mean, and I have seen many brothers who have just entered the battlefield have similar thoughts."

Thomas, who looked like a tough guy, lit a cigarette, leaned lightly on the chair, and moved his eyes to the Ark reactor that was acting as a light bulb above his head:

"But you can look at the problem from a different angle. For example, maybe they are human beings who bear the original sin as God said? After they die, they may actually go to heaven."

There are many theories about the so-called original sin of mankind, but the mainstream view is that Adam and Eve stole the fruits of Indian Garden and gained wisdom.

To be as wise as God is sin.

"Oh?"

The old man made a puzzled voice. He did believe in God, but he always felt that he was eaten by zombies. The state of death did not look like he could go to heaven...

"I mean, other people are dead, you feel sorry for them, can they feel it?"

The soldier's brows frowned, his eyes turned to the street, as if searching for something, but also as if he was recalling, his voice was low:

"What you can't feel, people are dead, they can't feel our emotions, just like we don't know what the world will be like after death, no matter how much pressure you put on yourself, it's just useless work, it's better to think Figure out how to survive."

The old man drove silently. For a moment, his eyes seemed to lose focus, but just a moment later, he clenched the steering wheel and smashed a zombie that suddenly jumped out. Then he lit a cigarette and smoked. One bite:

"Well, you're right, young man, I'm just... old."

The wheels were spinning, and the rain was pounding, and there was silence in the cab.

But at this moment, everyone noticed a beach park not far ahead. Except for the beautiful palm trees in the past that looked like torn umbrellas in the storm, there seemed to be a vague figure in the park. Running up and down the roof.

The sky was too dark to be seen clearly, but thanks to the other party wearing a long white dress, it was very dazzling when illuminated by lightning.

"There are living people over there."

Old Mike said this, and at the same time he lowered the speed of the car, as if asking for Thomas' opinion.

Obviously, he still wants to save people. In this situation, you can see that someone was forced to climb the roof of the public toilet by the zombies. Every time a zombie wants to climb up, she will run to the corresponding place to kick it off.

But this is definitely not a long time. Now the night is dark and rainy, the temperature is plummeting, and people's mental and physical strength are limited. She can last for an hour or two, but she will definitely not be able to last tonight.

As an ordinary person, when you see this situation, you should try to lend a helping hand. After all, rescuing the living and lamenting the dead are two completely different things.

"Stop the car, Mike, there are too many zombies, we can't get out of the car, but we can let her jump from the roof of the public toilet to the carriage, and then come in through the skylight, provided she is not bitten, scratched, or infected."

Thomas took out a night vision binoculars like magic, glanced over there, and immediately gave a plan, but said:

"As for whether she can jump over, it depends on your driving skills. If you play well with drifting, you can make the carriage lean against the outer wall of the building."

Hearing this statement, the old man squinted his eyes, but the sound of the engine speeding up already showed his confidence.

The gigantic truck rushed off the curb, carrying sewage and dirt to the toilets in the park, bypassing the trees with an agility that did not match the bulk, and moving fast in the dark world.

The survivor also seemed to have seen the light and started waving her arms, but she was not overjoyed, just agitated, and continued to kick the zombies down the room with her feet.

There are not too many zombies around the public toilet, only a dozen or so, maybe the rain does not spread the scent of people too far, and all kinds of noise also protect her against the sound.

When he was about 30 meters away from the building, Old Mike pulled on the handbrake, and there was another fast fancy pedaling under his feet.

As the sound of tire friction sounded outside the window, the speed of the car gradually decreased. This is not a drift, but a side parking in high-speed motion, but the action is also gorgeous.

As for how an old man who runs a racing car manages an oversized truck smoothly?

In fact, it was just that he thought he was driving. If there was no remote control from the adjutant, this side shift would have hit the wall...

But this is not important. The important old Mike has made a decision. After successfully rescuing the survivors, there will inevitably be positive feedback, and then Halle can record the observation results again.

Moreover, to observe the crowd in the apocalypse, it is not enough to have only one sample, at least a few hundred people are required to be considered as having a general meaning in probability science.

Old Mike can't seem to believe that he can be so handsome and can park so smoothly. From the rearview mirror, the carriage is only a punch away from the wall.

But he did not hesitate, grabbed the loudspeaker walkie-talkie on the side panel, and shouted:

"Jump over!"

The distance was too close to see the situation on the roof, but after a few seconds, the sound of heavy objects falling from the top of the carriage could be heard.

"Martha, go open the sunroof and get people down, Mike, drive."

Thomas gave a judgment, because more zombies surrounded him again. (To be continued)