Chapter 1065 Girl and Zombie
But she woke up outside the base.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the flickering waves and the flickering broken light through the waves.
These distorted rays of light shot into her pupils, which were as blank as a newborn baby's, and instantly returned to the silent and cold ink color as if absorbed by a black hole.
The next second she sat up and felt a slight restraint on her wrist. She struggled with her hands and the restraint broke easily.
She sat up from the water, making a splashing sound.
She stood up, pressed her fingers on the edge of the glass, and after a slight slip, she straightened her body stiffly as if she had remembered.
Her black hair was wet and her face was wet too.
She stared at the glass box she was in, the word "petri dish" silently reflected in her mind, then she raised her head again, and her pupils reflected the huge laboratory like a mirror.
The piles of spider webs, the broken instruments, the moss on the walls, the dusty countertops, and the dried bloodstains on the ground that seemed to have flowed from somewhere else.
A sharp pain in the brain.
She raised her hand to support her forehead and let out a low gasp, but paused when she lowered it.
She opened her palm, and within the lines of her palm was a small white leaf.
Like leaves covered with ice and snow that have experienced the cold winter, they almost seem to be sparkling under the light.
The girl looked at the tattoo-like mark for a while, and the pain in her mind finally stopped.
She grabbed the edge of the petri dish, jumped out easily, and stood barefoot on the ground.
The air smelled of dampness and decay.
It looked like no one had been here for a long time, not even the sun had shone here.
The black-haired girl slowly walked across the dried bloodstains, following the direction of the blood, and walked towards the closed door.
The broken rope on his wrist was still dripping with water, shining a cold and empty light under the lamplight.
She reached out for the door and gently pulled it back.
The lock that was originally tightly closed broke open without any hindrance, and she opened the door.
In the space outside the door that slowly appeared, she was met with a broken head that turned with a creaking sound, and bluish-white eyes.
He was holding a white human bone with some debris hanging from the corners of his mouth. When he looked at me like this, he looked hideous and cold, devoid of any human presence.
The girl met his eyes.
Then the "person" let out an excited and broken howl, suddenly threw away his bones and rushed towards her.
At the same time, the girl retreated instead of moving forward, opened the door reflexively and walked out.
Her steps seemed slow, but she approached the "person" in just a few steps.
The force coming from the front was so strong that when she raised her eyes she could see the wide, ferocious teeth, and even the bone fragments and old meat between the teeth.
A stench hit her in the face, but the girl remained calm. She reached out and pinched the mouth that was hitting her hard, then squeezed it gently. The sound of broken bones was heard and never stopped.
The girl crushed all the bones of the "person" from the chin to the neck without stopping, and kicked the "person" out.
A crack was blasted into the mossy wall, and the man shattered on the wall, then slowly fell down in pieces, blood flowing slowly like a river, bringing with it a foul smell.
The whole process took less than a minute, and the girl only used one hand and one leg.
She lowered her head and stared at the bloodstains on her hand that covered the white leaf. After a while, she slowly and mechanically reached out her hand, wiped her palm, and revealed the mark again.
At this moment, following the fishy smell of blood, she smelled more and stronger stench.
The girl slowly turned her head and saw layers of "people" slowly pouring in from the dilapidated gate on the other side.
They all had pale eyes and mutilated limbs, but they were all hissing and howling, rushing towards her excitedly like a tsunami.
The girl lowered her hand, and blood slowly dripped from her slender, ice-white fingertips.
She looked at those "people" with a calm and dead look, a look that was even more inorganic and colder than those "people's" eyes.
She lifted her foot and walked toward the crowd.
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