"Sister Sylvia! You'll be fine!"
Sarah hugged Sylvia tightly, tears kept falling from her eyes, she looked at the other person's face that was full of lifelessness and kept saying words of comfort.
"Ahem... no... There's no need to comfort me, my body... I know it myself." Sylvia leaned weakly into Sarah's arms. He could clearly feel that what was in his body was leaking out quickly.
Because the wound was not pressed in time, leading to excessive blood loss, Sylvia was already on the verge of death.
Using whatever strength he had left in his body, he raised his hand and pulled a necklace from his neck. She swallowed the scarlet redness in her mouth and said with difficulty to Sarah, "Help me... Help me take this necklace off to... ahem... give it to my sister..."
Watching Sylvia grow weaker and weaker, Sarah knew in her heart that the other party was about to die. She wiped the tears from her face, reached out and took the necklace off the other party's neck, held it in her hand, and squeezed it tightly. She nodded and said, "I definitely will!"
Smiling with great reluctance, Sylvia suddenly felt a figure standing beside her. He rolled his eyes and looked at that figure.
The person who came was none other than Brian. He stared at the wound in Sylvia's abdomen and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Although the relationship with her wasn't close, he still felt a little awkward after being next to her all the way.
"Mother..."
Sylvia stared over Brian. He seemed to see his mother in a daze, looking at her soft smile and telling her that you've done the best you could and that you can rest well.
She reached out and grabbed her mother's warm palm, she felt full of strength again. He got up from the ground and saw all his family and friends gathered around him. She was surrounded by laughter. He had never experienced it before, but he didn't even notice that a drop of crystal tear slowly fell from his eyes...
"Uuuuuuu
Sarah covered her mouth and looked at Sylvia, who had closed her eyes and slowly stopped breathing and couldn't help crying more.
Seeing Sarah crying, Brian reached out and gently stroked her back. This was the most effective way I knew of to ease Sarah's emotions.
"Hoar--!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
But at that moment, a roar that was very familiar to all the survivors suddenly came behind him, followed by a series of gunshots!
Both Sarah and Brian were surprised. Suddenly they looked into each other's eyes, and they both saw the tired look in each other's eyes. They understood that a new escape was about to begin again.
.....
"Huhu——!"
Wilfred sat weakly in the snow, the sweat from his face falling desperately. The cold wind passed by making him tremble everywhere, but then he looked at his daughter who fell to the ground in front of him and hurriedly climbed up from the ground. He got up and walked towards her quickly.
But someone was faster than him after seeing the voyeur being killed, Allan quickly ran out from behind the abandoned car, approached Anna and removed the cloth from her mouth.
"Bah!" As soon as the cloth was removed from her mouth, Anna began to spit like crazy, trying to spit out all the residue in her mouth.
At that point, Wilfred also ran. He knelt down and helped his daughter up, looked around, and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. First take off my handcuffs. The key is in that guy." With her hands cuffed behind her back, Anna felt extremely uncomfortable. Then she seemed to remember something and said anxiously, "How is Sylvia?"
Ogden caught her just now and didn't realize what happened before. He only vaguely saw Sylvia fall.
"..."
As soon as he heard Sylvia, Wilfred seemed to remember something. He quickly looked back and saw Sarah sitting in the van, and Brian was running over there.
He turned Ogden's body over, kept looking for the key, and said, "He was shot. We need to go and have a look!"
"What!"
Anna opened her mouth wide and quickly turned her head and looked straight ahead, her eyes full of uneasiness. He understood what it meant to be shot in this period when there were no hospitals and no medicines, and he quickly urged Wilfred to find it. key.
Allan was originally helping to find the keys to the handcuffs, but after hearing that Sylvia had been shot, he suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief, got up hurriedly, and ran in Brian's direction.
Seeing this, Wilfred only sighed softly. He knew that Sylvia took great care of Sarah and Allan, treating them like her own brothers and sisters, and Sarah and Allan also saw each other as her own relatives, the three of them being very close.
He felt guilty because Sylvia was shot trying to save him.
Thinking of this, Wilfred couldn't help but speed up his movements. Just as he reached into his clothes pocket, he moved and pulled out a small key from inside.
"I found her!" Looking at the key in his hand, Wilfred turned around and was about to remove his daughter's handcuffs. Anna also turned around to cooperate and stretched the handcuffs behind her back.
"Hoar--!"
But at that moment, seven or eight infected people suddenly came out of the forest on either side, emitting a nasty roar from their mouths, and rushed towards them two with teeth and claws.
"Damn!"
Wilfred had thought that the infected would be attracted to the movement here, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly. However, fortunately, it seemed that there were only a few infected scattered nearby, not a large force arriving.
He didn't have time to untie the handcuffs at that point, so he quickly grabbed his pistol and shot the infected people, but he had just fired desperately and there were already very few bullets left and they were all consumed in just a few shots.
Wilfred dropped the pistol without hesitation, leaned over again to pick up the pistol in Ogden's hand, and as he fired, took the initiative to run forward.
When the gun in his hand was empty again, there were only three infected people left in front, but luckily he got to the place he wanted. He threw the gun away again and picked up an iron bar that was at his feet and struck towards the nearest infected person.
"Puch!"
The iron rod hit the infected person's head hard, and that part was instantly dented. Unable to withstand the enormous force, the infected person bent his body and fell heavily to the ground.
Stepping on the infected person's body, Wilfred lifted the iron rod and swung it down hard. The iron rod immediately broke the infected person's head as if it hit a watermelon.
He then dodged backwards to avoid being bitten by another infected person who was charging towards him. He then swung the iron rod again and hit the infected person in the back of the head, taking a heavy blow to the back of the head. The person flew straight out, fell to the ground, and struggled continuously.
"Whistle-!"
"Ah!"
Just as Wilfred was about to kill the last infected person, he suddenly heard the screams of other infected people and the screams of his daughter behind him.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered that her daughter's hands were still handcuffed behind her back. He quickly turned around and saw Anna getting up from the snow with difficulty. Behind her, a stalker rushed out of nowhere with fungal spores.
Anna took steps forward and ran desperately in the direction of her father, but she didn't know if it was because her legs were numb from falling on the snow for a long time, or because she was too nervous and her hands were handcuffed. Uncontrollably, he fell on the snow.
The stalker who was chasing her was not far away. As soon as she fell, the stalker immediately caught up with her, raised his dry, dirty hands, and was about to pounce on her.
"Escape!"
Wilfred, who was turning to run back, saw his daughter in crisis. He roared and threw the iron rod in his hand with all his might. The iron rod flew through the air the moment the stalker pounced on it. The iron rod caused the stalker to take two steps back slightly.
Taking advantage of this opening, he ran, jumped forward and, taking advantage of the right opportunity, strangled the bully's neck with his arms and with great force threw him directly to the ground.
Wilfred sat on the bully and didn't let go no matter how hard he tried. He held his chin with his other hand and turned it violently clockwise. There was only one click, and the bully's neck was immediately broken.
"Hoar--!"
But before he could breathe, the only infected person who had not yet been treated roared and chased after him.
At that time, due to the long period of fierce fighting, Wilfred's strength and reflexes had decreased significantly.
The moment he turned around, the infected person ran towards him, threw him to the ground, opened his smelly mouth, and bit him.
Although Wilfred quickly blocked his chest with both hands, due to the power of inertia and the heavy consumption of his strength, he could barely resist, and the infected person's sharp teeth were only a few inches away from his face.
He used all the remaining force in his body to push the infected person away, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the infected person to move at all.
The infected person could no longer feel any resistance from the prey beneath him, so he couldn't help but open his big mouth a little more, his eyes full of bloodlust, and bit the fragile neck hard.