Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

In the hatching cocoon, it wasn't some monster or ghost, but Moze who crawled out of the ruins of the explosion.

Although, Moze, who just emerged from the ruins of the explosion, does not look much different from demons and ghosts.

Only a part of the left leg was left that had been scorched to a pitch-black leg bone, and the continuation of the calf and the sole of the foot had already turned into sporadic fragments, blown to nowhere in the shock wave.

The arms were also disturbed until only the shoulders were left, and a human figure could be seen, and the hot sticky pain on the face made Moze dare not touch himself with the only remaining finger that could barely tremble. cheeks.

Fortunately, at the moment of the explosion, those hunters also launched their last attack.Moze, who originally planned to block them, felt his body clenched his hands involuntarily, allowing the three big mouths to bite on the armor that was strong enough to withstand the impact of bullets.

There was no pain, not even the dull pain caused by the impact, and the high temperature and suffocation that followed gave Moze no time to think about why the hunter's attack didn't feel the slightest pain, while the body that was attacked Wherever he arrived, there was clearly a feeling of liquid flowing.

Moze didn't even want to recall how he, who had only one leg left, climbed up from the burning green belt, and climbed to the obvious open space closest to the basement with the help of the newly recovered bones and incomplete soles. .

As long as they said coldly that they should be able to see themselves when they came out of the basement, but whether this embarrassing appearance would scare them, Moze didn't want to think much about it.

However, when he opened his eyes, there was only scarlet left, which made Moze unavoidably worried about his eyes.

The explosion also damaged vision, but the body recovered the more important eyes faster.But at this time, the eyes are full of red, and Moze can't feel safe and relieved no matter what.

But the information transmitted from the limbs of the body is very enjoyable, as if wrapped in warmth, the weirdly colored jelly-like object seems to be slowly repairing and strengthening his body.Although it was slow, the soft feeling that can only be felt when stretching, made Moze temporarily dispel the idea of ​​leaving.

The wounds have all recovered. The strong self-healing ability of the prototype body and the biological energy transmitted from the warmth to the body made Moze look at his skin and palms that are more delicate than before, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a complicated expression.

His body seemed to be getting more and more refined.

"Idiot." The same immature child's voice as that day awakened Moze from his stupor again, and rubbed his wet short hair in doubt. Moze asked in the light sweetness to the empty smooth gel: " As a product of my imagination, you call me like this?"

Before the words fell, Moze heard the sneer in his mind again, and at the same time confirmed one thing...

It seems that I have become a mental patient.

"What an idiot! I'm not something you imagined! I'm you! Besides, why don't you just communicate with your mind? Talking to yourself makes you look like an idiot." Knowing what the next sentence of this immature voice was, they matched their lips and said softly: "You are an idiot."

"You're an idiot. Huh, see? I'm you!"

Not paying attention to him, Moze closed his eyes gently, but in his mind, he saw a boy in light blue long sleeves, with a happy smile, stretching out his arms to himself.

With an innocent smile and familiar facial contours, Moze couldn't help but caressed the cheek with a little baby fat in front of him, squeezed it twice, and muttered to himself: "I probably know why that bastard Will plan to plot against me, so I looked so cute when I was young."

The little boy whose face was pinched didn't move away from Moze's palm. In that posture, he put his hands on Moze's shoulders, and his whole body hung on Moze's chest like a koala, gently Rubbing against Moze's neck, like a lost child who finally found his parents, he sobbed softly.

The change was so fast that it was not at all like the kid who spoke rudely to him just now.

With a wave of the palm, a soft chair appeared under him, also out of imagination, gently wiped away the teardrops flowing from the corners of the little boy's eyes, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

Although I don't understand why this little boy who looks almost the same as himself when he was seven years old appeared, but if combined with his excitement when he was killing those rapists, Moze might be able to guess two.

Maybe it was the stimulation I received when I was a child, which caused my childhood self to split into another personality to cater to the grievances and shocks I received at that time.It's just that it was only now that I discovered it by chance.

Not because the second personality killed people casually like in a Chinese horror movie, Moze instantly felt more fond of the little boy who was crying in his arms.

Although he just called himself an idiot when he opened his mouth, what is there to care about when he scolds himself?

Thinking about it this way, there seems to be a reason to explain how he appeared in that ball of red gel.Maybe this little boy controlled his body when he was in a coma, and found such a good thing that can be used to repair his body?In that case, I should really thank him.

Moze knew what was the best way to comfort him when he cried when he was a child... Gently wrapping the crying self in his arms and waiting until the tears stopped flowing would be the best comfort.

Thinking about it this way, it's a bit awkward.The grown-up self is comforting the childhood self, still in the same body and mind.Should I say that I have a rich imagination, or should I say that the human body is indeed wonderful?

"Moze." The little boy raised his head suddenly. His eyes, which were still full of tears, dried up at some point, and he raised his arms with a hint of a smile. Under Moze's surprised eyes, he slowly imagined a Take the shrunken saw blade.

"Look, I saw the weapon you used when I woke up, and I can control those little octopuses!"

octopus?Raising one eyebrow in doubt, Moze suddenly felt itchy in the palm of his body, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a dark cloud of unknown liquid wriggling in the palm of his hand.And in my mind, a message for help came out of nowhere. If it wasn't an illusion, it should be from that ball of black mucus.

"Blv virus? They...why are they conscious?" I feel that my worldview has been shattered once again. A virus that can only be regarded as a combination of protein and gene can actually send a message for help to the host. I have lived in the world for 17 years. How is it now?

Surprised, he absorbed the mucus that should be a collection of viruses in his palm, and a more excited message rushed into Moze's mind, as if he had won the top [-] in the most important mock exam. Just like the excitement of the internal results, the body almost jumps up involuntarily.

"See, these baby octopuses like us, don't they?"

Another affirmative answer came from all over the body. There was no abnormal smooth skin on the shoulders, but suddenly two tentacles as thick as two fingers stretched out, rubbing against Moze's cheeks, showing intimacy.

"Ha... ha... ha... this is... amazing." Raising his hand to grab the tentacles that were not thick but powerful, Mo Ze pushed the two back to his shoulders, with some expression on his face. He covered his eyes convulsively.

"It really is an idiot... After using the ability for so long, I don't know that they like you, so I am so stupid when I grow up?" The mocking thought came out of my mind again, which made Moze secretly smile Twice, he closed his eyes and returned to his mind.

"Little boy! If you say it again, I will spank your ass!"

"Idiots catch me haha" In the imagination completely controlled by Moze, the two people, one big and one small, chased each other in an endless space, but Moze, who seemed to be more inclined to childhood because of the virus, was in his own imagination. In the movie, Moze found that he could not use the various virus abilities, which also caused the little boy in the distance to run farther, and he was able to stand in the distance and make a few faces in a row.

Heh, I should thank that damn guy for giving me an extra playmate who understands me [-]%. Do you want to name him?

"Hey! I know what you're thinking! Thanks for what that bastard did! Don't give me names! Just call me Yuan! I'm the source of your strength! Ow!" Almost teleporting to Moze's side, the little boy With a smile, he threw himself on Moze's back, crossed his legs and rode on Moze's shoulders, pointed to the imaginary mountains in the distance, suppressed his soft voice, and smiled Shouted: "Let's go on an adventure!"

Influenced by another consciousness of his own, Moze put away those nicknames that are only suitable for pets, and gave people nicknames that are not even nicknames. To the distant mountains.

Yuan, who was holding Moze's neck, tightened his legs slightly, put his chin on Moze's head in satisfaction, smelled the light fragrance from Moze's body, and slowly closed his eyelids.

This... so comfortable.

I don't know how long the two have been playing in their minds. The dream-like environment makes them feel less tired. In addition, the body has been strengthened by the red gel, and even the virus is willing to participate in the fun of the two. , the main performance is probably the wriggling tentacles that may appear on Yuan and Moze at any time.

"Puff!" Yuan, who was playing with a tentacle knot, was suddenly slapped on the cheek by the tentacle, even though the tentacle rubbed gently as if soothing, it still made the child's heart blacken.

"Body...Someone attacked us!" Involuntarily used the multi-person quantifier, Moze knew that only his own body should be attacked, but considering that there are two other consciousnesses in this body, using the word us, Nothing seems wrong either.

"Hmm..." Rubbing his flushed cheeks, Yuan viciously kicked away the soft stool under him, folded the tentacles on his body in half, and stuffed them into his mouth forcefully. After chewing a few times, he felt like eating What kind of enemy's meat was it? Without hesitation, it swallowed the energy tentacles in its mouth that were completely fabricated by viruses.

Wiping away the tears from his eyes because of the pain, Yuan reached out to stop Moze's movement, and disappeared in the place that had been an amusement park for a long time.

"This time, let me see who doesn't have eyes! I want to let him know what happens if he angers me!"

Moze, who was still in consciousness, looked at the picture that appeared in his memory in surprise, and laughed incredulously.

It turns out that seeing other people manipulate your body is such a feeling?It feels so strange, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you are playing a game!

Moreover, can the second personality really control his own body?Really... If this was in peacetime, it wouldn't make sense not to see a psychiatrist.