There was already a thumping sound from the glass door, and the door was about to fail.

We were so anxious that there was a fire in our heads, and we kept yelling at the two girls.

But the door couldn't stand it anymore, and no one knew when it would collapse, so no one dared to pull them both over.

In a truly endangered situation, no matter how passionate people are, they will weigh the actual situation and make sure that the possibility of not being hurt is greater than the possibility of being hurt before they will help.

And the current situation, it seems that no one of us can safely face it.

Dealt with.

Once an accident happens, it will be something none of us can face or can deal with.

Whether it is reality or cruel, everyone loves their lives more, there is no doubt about this.

Finally, amidst our anxious shouts, the glass door made one last insistence, and the next second there was a clattering sound, and the glass on the glass door was finally knocked open by the walking dead.

The cabinets inside couldn't play a blocking role at all, and they creaked and were squeezed away by crazy walking corpses outside.

We have already begun to collect the ladder, and there is no way to give the two girls another chance.

But at this moment, the girl who was slightly closer inside seemed to have a clear brain suddenly. She turned her head and glanced at the walking corpse that was rushing into the room, and turned around and madly moved towards the place where we put away the ladder. Bound to rush over.

The hand we were quickly closing the ladder paused, and everyone stopped unanimously.

Even if we know that this will bring danger to ourselves, we are still all willing to give this girl another chance to live under the premise of this controllable danger.

The other girl seemed to have made up her mind, obviously very scared.

From such a distance, I could see her trembling all over, holding her head, and when the first walking corpse rushed up to bite off a piece of meat on her arm, she finally made the first heartbreaking sound. shouting.

The intense and unbearable pain probably aroused her desire to survive, but the **** of fate had already sentenced her to death.

It was she herself who gave up the hope of living.

More and more walking corpses surrounded, and soon we could only hear her screams.

The girl who ran towards us has already begun to climb up the ladder.

Probably the current situation has surpassed the limit that she can bear psychologically. She desperately tried to climb up, but she didn't listen to her legs and feet, and finally started crying on the ladder.

We looked so anxious, and the shouting voice became hoarse, she was still lying on the ladder like that.

The captain yelled to her: "You keep two more steps! You can live in two steps!!! Get up quickly!!! What the **** are you crying!!!"

The walking corpse had reached her side, and a walking corpse had grabbed her leg.

She screamed and kicked the walking corpse away before she started to climb.

But it was too late.

Cowardice and incompetence, she broke her own way.

Such people, to be honest, are not worthy of sympathy if they die.

We have grabbed her hand, but the walking corpse below also grabbed her leg.

Her eyes were full of tears, she bit her mouth and looked at us, and her eyes were full of pleadings to live.

All of us tried our best to pull her up from the walking dead.

But it's useless. We were lying on this attic. We couldn't come out without saying. The walking corpses below were already full of human heads, and we couldn't drag them at all.

Finally, I saw one of the long-haired female walking corpses, biting her calf with one bite, and pulling off a large piece of meat with the tendons.

I don't want to describe how desolate a person's screams can be.

It was a nightmare that I couldn't think about except for the walking corpses. Every time I think about it, I get mad.

All of us gritted our teeth, we didn't know what we were insisting on. She was definitely going to die, but we didn't want to let go, we still insisted on dragging her.

The flesh on her painful face began to spasm unconsciously, and the whole person looked hideous and terrifying.

Walking corpses kept chewing from her leg, facing her **** calf, finally...one, two, three...everyone released their hands one after another.

In the end, only me and the captain were left holding her tightly on one side.

I think the soreness in my throat is terrible.

Looking at her pale face, there is nothing she can do, but she doesn't want to give up.

Helpless.

When you experience it, you will know how much weight these two words hurt, how vicious, and how unkind they are.

The captain finally released his hand slowly.

When the captain released her hand, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and was grabbed by Captain Matsushita's hand. I don't know where she got her strength, and it hurt me a lot.

Her eyes were lost and she said to me: "Help me... don't let go, don't let go."

The words were pale and weak at this time.

Her desperate eyes have said everything.

I gritted my teeth, tears finally came out, and both hands held her tightly.

I know this is dangerous. Once the walking corpse below drags her, it will drag her down with me.

But I really can't refuse the last plea of ​​a dying person.

Therefore, a person like me will never have anything to go for in a lifetime.

Finally, my subordinates felt a strong pulling force, and the group of walking corpses probably had already eaten the meat on her legs and began to pull her down.

My body was dragged and slid towards the hole in the entrance.

The captain hugged me quickly, Hua Tian ran to me, kept breaking the girl's hand, and when they saw that I was also holding her tightly, they shouted anxiously: "Sister! Let go!" You let her go!!! Otherwise you will die too!!!"

I should have burst into tears, but I couldn't feel it at that time. I stared at the woman below who was still looking at me with open eyes, but with dilated pupils. I bit my lip and finally let go of my hand slowly.

"I am sorry."

She was quickly dragged into the pile of walking corpses below.

Flesh and flesh fly.

We flipped the ladder directly and threw it below, and then found a baffle to block the entrance.

A group of people feared the walking dead below in the dark.

They are the devil who can't feed enough.

The dense roar makes people want to go crazy.

I buried my head in my knees and held the back of my head tightly.

I kept replaying quickly the look of the woman looking at me before she died, and the words she begged for.

"help me..."

"Don't let go."

I feel that someone is sitting next to me.

After a while, I heard the captain's voice coming from beside me: "Don't blame yourself, life or death, these are their own lives."

Without changing my actions, I took a long time to speak, "I don't believe in fate."

"From another point of view, did they choose all of this by themselves? We gave them enough opportunities, and they gave up on their own."

"They were just terrified."

"I don't want to play tricks with you. I just kindly remind you that you can have compassion, but don't be too overwhelming. It will bring you and the people around you endless troubles, nothing good."

When she finished saying this, I suddenly remembered that before the catastrophe, my dad taught me and my brother at a dinner table that there are still days.

"When others need help, if you can do it, you can distinguish between right and wrong, and then give others help. Selfish people cannot get through in this world. Do what you think is right and should do it Thing."

My father's words left a deep impression on me.

He has said countless things like this, all of my left ears go in and my right ears come out. This is the only time I really remember them in my head.

But now, what scares me is that I don't know what is right.

In the past, I knew that it was right to abide by laws and disciplines. What about now? ?

What is the right thing to do in a time when human life is like a waste of money, when helping others may kill oneself?

Or, no matter what you do now is wrong?

My thoughts got into the tip of the horns again.

The dark attic was plunged into endless darkness again, and the captain was still sitting next to me.

After a long, long time, I wiped my tears, took a deep breath and asked, "What should we do now?"

No matter what, it is the most serious problem at least to ensure that we can continue to live.

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