There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

Smoke, fire.

Song Shiyue pressed her head with one hand, and with the other hand on her chest. She woke up from the bed in a dazed manner. Before she could see more, she was fascinated by the smoke. She only took a breath, and was about to take the viscera. All coughed up.

But it was the coughing strength that still couldn't hide the itching in her throat.

Cough cough cough... Damn Central City!

Coaxed and robbed so many female high-level abilities in the surrounding small and medium-sized bases. They are really in the apocalypse. Everyone's brains are eaten by zombies. Will they dedicate everything for their Raoshman human reproduction plan?

Song Shiyue tried her best to suppress her cough and propped herself up.The flames on the ground not far away, and the billowing smoke, made the groggy Song Shiyue twitch at the corners of her mouth like a mockery.

Those who are capable of fighting and growing in the last days, how can they easily succumb.Central City was really self-inflicted this time, half of the city was burned... It’s just that a lot of people like her, she just entered Central City at an inappropriate time to supply supplies, but was unable to leave the city due to martial law, and was involved again. The innocent passers-by in this fight will also be buried in the largest human base in the last days.

The fire of half a city, the smoke of a city, all kinds of abilities, almost indiscriminate attacks, the battle outside, is no longer what Song Shiyue's simple power type can resist.After finally finding this warehouse that can temporarily hide, it seems that I can't stand it.

and many more……

warehouse?

That half-full warehouse was blown to pieces...

Myself...

Song Shiyue's first sudden pain interrupted her memory, but her hands were tightened on the quilt, agitated by the pain, and she felt more wrong.

Where did the soft bed and quilt come from?

Where did it come from... such clean clothes?

In the seven years of the last days, what about the ubiquitous... corpse?

Song Shiyue took a deep breath subconsciously, but he didn't smell the smell of the corpse, but was choked by the denser smoke.

This time, the lungs are really going to cough up.

Song Shiyue didn't have to say a few words about Central City's thoughts when she first woke up this time. She fixed her eyes on the piles of fire on the ground. No matter how she looked at it, she was a bit too formal.

Like... several fires enclosed in a fixed range.

Song Shiyue was about to get out of bed to take a closer look, but found that her legs and feet could not move freely.

Is it paralyzed?

Song Shiyue uncovered the quilt in shock, only to see a pair of straight, white legs, which were tied tightly by a circle of cloth strips. It was uncomfortable to look at, that is, she was choked by the smoke. Only those who were confused and confused could not immediately find out what was wrong.

What the hell.

This is not the legs that I can't look at since I have new scars and old scars in the last days.

Where is this?

who am I?

Song Shiyue was shocked, and inadvertently choked on the smoke again, almost dying.

How this body is, is not the most important thing at the moment.

Song Shiyue eagerly looked at the fires on the ground not far away, and wanted to leave this strange place as soon as possible. Even the memory of the pain in his head was not even thinking about picking it up slowly, not to mention the binding of legs and feet. Dozens of cloth knots.

But in two or two, the cloth strips were torn apart and scattered in the bed room.

I don't know how long these legs have been tied, and the hemp is so soft that it can hardly be driven.

Song Shiyue forcibly endured the tingling on her legs, and the table that looked like a desk with one hand on the head of the bed reluctantly stood up. With the strength of her hands, she moved a few steps rather hard.Because both hands had to use force, he couldn't cover his mouth and nose, and he was even more confused.

After finally moving a few steps, Song Shiyue held the other end of the long table, and Fang could see the fires clearly.

Yes, a few piles.

Fire, brazier, carbon...

No wonder, the fire is big and the smoke is thick, but it burns so well, is it charcoal fire?

The tied legs, the burning charcoal basin, and a few more... It's really hard not to think of a possibility that is not very friendly.

There is less and less oxygen that can be inhaled, and Song Shiyue is getting more and more dizzy. Although she can still support herself on her hands, her sour and numb legs are really uncomfortable and tight, and she has to slide down the table. To the ground.

Sitting like this, the body is lowered, and the smoke is slightly thinner.I saw a place not far from the charcoal basin, as if piled up in a mess.Looking at the size and outline, there are actually from the cabinets to the boxes, like a wall of debris, the debris is covered firmly behind, it seems to be the...door of this room?

If you encounter this situation for a different individual, you have to carry it for a long time.In this environment, even if the charcoal basins are wiped out, it is estimated that people will have to fall before the pile of things is moved.

Song Shiyue remembered that when he got out of bed just now, there seemed to be a lot of things piled up on the other wall near the bed. It was hard to see in the smoke, but according to the logic of this room, there was probably a Sash windows.

what happened……

Is it suicide...or...

Song Shiyue leaned on the table, dizzy, and just pressed the eyebrows that were about to burst because of the smoke for a long time. As soon as the question arose in her heart, the answer appeared in her mind.

The slender, white hands were shaking slightly, and the strips of cloth in those hands became knots of cloth binding the legs...

These same hands, pushing the wardrobe, cabinet, box, box...

Not only these pictures, but also a large number of unfamiliar pictures, Qi Qi rushed into Song Shiyue's mind, causing her already very painful head to encounter a hundredfold attack.

You don't want to know so much now, okay?Song Shiyue had a splitting headache, and her body couldn't help trembling slightly. It was with great difficulty that she temporarily suppressed the strange scenes that were piercing her head.

With the choking smoke, thin air, and fainting from suffocation, those sundries, and the uninvited mental attack, Song Shiyue was about to lose her little calmness.

Suicide, right?

You regretted doing a lot of success in preventing suicide, right?

Pretty smart.

It's a pity that I met!

Power-type abilities, although they are no better than those with fast growth in the later stages and cool methods, they are not vegetarian!

Song Shiyue didn't know how much charcoal qi had been inhaled in this body, but judging from the initially confused consciousness, uncontrollable temper, and the legs and feet that were still sore and hard to stand alone, it was better to do it quickly.

She stood up with the long table behind her again, but Song Shiyue did not go to the blocked door or the blocked window. Instead, she walked back to the bed and sat down, and then tried to condense a little. With a distracted consciousness, he raised the metal desk about two meters long, directly facing the wall against which the desk was leaning, and slammed it up.

a bit.My heart's mouth is like a weight, my breathing becomes short.

Two clicks.My mind was blank, but my eyes started to darken.

Three times...

Most of the wall at the head of the bed finally fell down with the final knock of the desk.

A lot of fresh air poured in, and Song Shiyue, who was already confused, instinctively wanted to take a deep breath and take a slower breath.However, she was horrified to find that no matter how hard she tried to breathe, her chest had been tight and tight, and she was full of breath.

Victory is right in front of us, a large swath of fresh air, and even a breeze, blowing away the smoke in the house.

But she can't breathe!

The more unwilling, the more anxious, the less Song Shiyue can use.

The weakness at this time has nothing to do with whether it has the power-type mutation ability, it seems to be related to the body that has reached the end of the crossbow in the smoke.

As early as the second blow, Song Shiyue was already exhausted and deprived of vitality. At this time, she was already half leaning on the bed, holding the clothes on her chest tightly with one hand, but still holding the bed with the other hand. posture.

Time is also fate.

It was Song Shiyue's self-confessed consciousness that was still tough, and at this time it was also scattered, his eyes were dizzy, and he fell into the darkness only a step away.

Will there be light after darkness?

Song Shiyue didn't know...

This question, seven years in the last days, no one has enough confidence to give a positive and positive answer.

A strange world with no body odor, clean and tidy rooms, soft bedding, soft clothes, and thin white legs, is like a dream.

A dream of only oneself, struggling alone, no zombies, no mutant animals and plants, but still struggling between life and death.

Really, dreams are so hard and so lonely...

Song Shiyue smiled bitterly, just about to give up the pain, almost unable to breathe, letting him faint, but suddenly, her eyes widened.

In the beginning, the doors and windows in the house were blocked, only the coals were left, and the enchanting red in the dark.Later, the table collided with most of the wall, showing the light of the day in the next room, and there seemed to be windows for ventilation, but it was a place of vitality that Song Shiyue couldn't reach, who couldn't even breathe.

At this moment, beside the waste wall of life and death, there are fairies, coming from wherever they are, looking towards death.

I saw that the woman's skin was like condensed fat, her eyebrows were like smoke, and her eyes were as clear as water, her warmth in the coldness.The white clothes were like snow, the hair was half-pinned, and the half-fallen hair hanging in front of him, swinging lightly with the wind, combined with the undissipated smoke in the house, it was a little more immortal.

You have to hate the end times to dream of this normal world.

You have to get used to the last days before you can survive in dreams with power and abilities.

It must be... how lonely, I dreamed at the end...

Song Shiyue took two deep breaths with difficulty and force, but it was still ineffective. Even though she was astonishing as a fairy, she only gave her a short glimpse.

Consciousness once again lost, and his vision began to blur again.

It seems that the fairy, holding the skirt corner, turned over from the pile of waste walls.

Hmm...what's that stepping on the pile of bricks?

Off-white bunny slippers?

Ha... kind of cute.

Song Shiyue leaned on the head of the bed, finally closing her eyes.

Yu Nianbing bent over and spent a lot of effort before climbing over the pile of broken bricks.

Obviously, when he went to look inside, he was okay, but when he looked at each other, he fell down.

People are dizzy, what's the matter with the slight smile on the corner of the mouth?

After being smoked for a while, Yu Nianbing couldn't help but coughed a few times, but he reached out without delay to probe Song Shiyue's snort, then roughly glanced around the room where the smoke had not yet cleared, and opened it. Star network port on your wrist.

"Help me search, burn charcoal for suicide. Then call Doctor Zhou of Ciming Hospital." Yu Nianbing's voice was a little nervous and worried, not as calm as she seemed.

Soon, a series of electromechanical sounds sounded in the room.

A pair of white and slender hands touched Song Shiyue's belt.