Truong Truong Thuy still maintained his previous posture, but his head was separated from his neck, slowly sliding down. The wound was very neat. He died with his eyes wide open, as if he never expected to be killed by a seemingly ordinary zombie.
The sausage-making place.
The sausage brothers were shaving Ngo Hao's head. The originally thick black hair had now become a small salted egg, bald and very dazzling.
"Ah..."
Ngo Hao cried out in pain.
The younger sausage brother shaved Ngo Hao's head.
The older sausage brother picked up a pair of pliers, clamped Ngo Hao's fingernail, and suddenly pulled outwards. A piercing scream was heard as the fingernail, still attached to flesh and blood, was forcefully pulled out.
"So annoying. This cleaning job isn't that easy," the older sausage brother complained.
Ngo Hao's eyes were red with pain, "Why don't you guys believe what I say? Really, if you let me go, I can take you to a safe place. The Hoang City Sunshine Shelter is really the safest place. Why won't you believe me?"
How he wished he could meet someone who understood.
But no matter what he said, the sausage brothers just kept working hard, doing their own thing, completely ignoring him.
Suddenly.
The older sausage brother looked at the doorway and frowned slightly, "What's going on? It feels chaotic outside. I'll go take a look."
"Oh, okay. But I've been shaving the hair and pulling the fingernails. Don't think about making me do your part."
"Alright, I know. Don't want you to die from being taken advantage of."
After speaking, the older sausage brother curiously walked outside.
The younger sausage brother blew on Ngo Hao's small salted egg and giggled, "So clean. If I study hard, I should be able to become a very qualified barber."
Ngo Hao gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling. He never thought he would have to suffer like this.
"What are you doing?"
Ngo Hao's eyes widened in horror as he watched the younger sausage brother pull down his pants.
The younger sausage brother looked at him innocently, "Of course, to clean the hair down there too. Otherwise, there will still be hair."
"Stop, stop it!" Ngo Hao was on the verge of collapse. Oh heaven, oh earth, why are there such idiots? He really, really regretted coming here to take a look, or thinking of leading the survivors and pointing them to a real shelter.
"What are you afraid of? You're going to become sausage soon anyway. Still being shy?"
The younger sausage brother pulled down Ngo Hao's pants, glanced at them, and muttered, "Not that big, but the pubic hair is quite dense." Ngo Hao really wanted to bang his head against the wall.
Damn it!
Swish, swish, swish!
The younger sausage brother took a razor and went to work. Shaving dry was very painful. Ngo Hao really wanted to cry, tears welling up in his eyes.
He had no way out now.
He could only watch helplessly as the other party did whatever he wanted to him. He was like a pig being shaved. After being cleaned up, what awaited him was the pot.
"Do you really not believe me at all? It's not too late to choose to believe me now. The apocalypse shouldn't be like this. I can really tell you the safest place," Ngo Hao struggled.
The younger sausage brother said, "We are very safe now. Don't be afraid. It's really nothing. When I put you in the meat grinder later, I'll hold your head down so you can reduce a lot of pain."
Ngo Hao: ...?
What could he say?
Oh my god.
Are the people here all abnormal?
If time could be reversed, he would definitely not have come here. He didn't care about any shelter or no shelter; it had nothing to do with him.
A moment later.
A figure appeared at the doorway. When Ngo Hao saw the figure, he felt something was wrong. The other person's head was bowed, walking towards them very slowly, step by step.
"This..." Ngo Hao saw that the other person's mouth was dripping with viscous liquid. In an instant, he understood the situation. A zombie. The other person had turned into a zombie. Didn't that mean it was very chaotic outside now?
The younger sausage brother, cleaning carefully, glanced casually, "Brother, can you hurry up? I'm almost done with the hair. You've only pulled out one of his ten fingernails. Don't waste time."
He still didn't know the other person's situation and was still very seriously at work.
His voice startled the older sausage brother who had turned into a zombie. He stood motionless on the spot, then suddenly raised his head. His pale pupils were rolling, and viscous liquid was flowing from his mouth.
"Groan..."
A roar was heard.
The older sausage brother, like a mad dog, lunged at the younger sausage brother.
"Ah... brother, what are you doing? Bite him, don't bite me!" The zombie tackled the younger sausage brother to the ground, and the younger sausage brother's arm propped up the zombie's chin, screaming in fear.
The tied-up Ngo Hao didn't dare to breathe loudly, but at this moment, the younger sausage brother's screams attracted the zombies outside. More zombies appeared. Looking closely, they looked very familiar. It was surprisingly the woman he had reminded.
An originally fine living person had now become a zombie that only knew how to eat raw flesh.
"Why didn't you believe what I said?"
Ngo Hao watched helplessly as the younger sausage brother was eaten alive. The screams, the tragic cries, his abdomen torn open, the bloody intestines pulled out. The scene was very gory, and it was chilling to watch.
Fortunately, his ability was camouflage. If not for this ability, he would have been eaten clean long ago.
The younger sausage brother couldn't turn into a zombie. His neck was almost broken; he had no chance of turning into a zombie.
Because the younger sausage brother didn't turn into a zombie.
The two zombies didn't leave. They squatted in front of the corpse, constantly putting flesh and blood into their mouths. Ngo Hao could only watch the situation before him.
After a while.
The two zombies, finished eating, stood up, let out low roars at the surroundings, and then slowly walked outside.
"Sigh."
Ngo Hao sighed. It was very quiet. Zombies couldn't see him, but they could hear sounds. Now was not the time to think of a way to escape. He would wait until the zombies left, then think of a way.
The people in the apocalypse seemed to be very unintelligent.
Why didn't they believe what he said?
There were not a few selfish people like Truong Truong Thuy. Why did he do this? Was he enjoying the desire to control others?
Like an emperor in the apocalypse, the life and death of others were all under his control.
Even if he knew there was a better place.
He wouldn't tell others.
Perhaps he was a bit tired.
Ngo Hao slightly squinted his eyes.
Gradually, the sky outside brightened.
Ngo Hao walked out of the sausage processing place and was greeted by the first ray of morning sunlight. He raised his head, blocked the light, and looked up at the sky. The deep blue sky symbolized beauty, but the reality was always so terrifying.
Looking ahead, the burning houses had been extinguished. The smell of burning flesh pulled him out of the beauty and back to reality. This was the apocalypse, still full of danger.
There were corpses everywhere. Some had been eaten by zombies and were no longer recognizable as human.
There were also the corpses of killed zombies.
"Hm..."
He saw Truong Truong Thuy's head, quietly rolling there, looking very indifferent.
"The apocalypse is not something you can just mess with."
He didn't know what had happened, why it had become like this, and why it had been wiped out by zombies.
There were Awakeners here.
Ordinary zombies definitely didn't have this ability. It could only be said that an evolved zombie had appeared.
The tragic scene before him still hit his heart hard.
Although he had seen many tragic scenes in the apocalypse, when another tragic event happened in front of him, he still found it a bit hard to accept.
He saw the woman's child lying there, motionless. He went over to take a look. It wasn't bitten to death by a zombie; it seemed to have been trampled to death.
In a panicked situation.
A stampede could easily happen.
Ngo Hao held the child, found a place to dig a hole, and buried the child. "Sigh, leaving this terrible apocalypse is also good. It saves you from suffering later. If your mother had listened to me, the result might have been different."
But it was useless to say anything now.
After burying the child.
Ngo Hao went to Truong Truong Thuy's residence. He felt that this guy was really cheap. He had instant noodles, milk, and all kinds of food supplies. It was clear that he ate these things, while those sausages were for other survivors to eat.
He searched casually.
In Truong Truong Thuy's room, he found some crystals. The number was not large, only seven or eight pieces. Most of them were white, with only one being black. He put away the crystals and found a pistol in a drawer.
Then he bandaged his injured finger. The thought of it was terrifying. If the other party hadn't heard the noise outside, he was afraid all his fingernails would have been pulled out.
After preparing all this, he cooked himself a bowl of instant noodles and drank several bottles of milk.
He let out a burp.
"So comfortable."
Ngo Hao leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. After a short period of thought, he got up and left, found his motorcycle, and finally took one last look at this shelter. Without much thought, he left directly.
He had done his job, and he had almost lost himself in the process.