Marvel’s Death Merchant

The day after the rabies outbreak was a quiet day, nothing major happened, except maybe the damn flu that kept a few people homebound.

A quarrel came from a dilapidated apartment:

"I just want you to take care of her for one semester, Wade." A middle-aged woman sat at the table and said to the man on the other side of the table.

"It was only a week and she was almost kicked out of school. What did you do?" she continued to blame.

"I also have to work..." the man said helplessly, "It's easy for you to be her mother...don't you have nothing to do at home every day?"

The woman took a sip of wine and said, "Home, you think this is home, this shabby apartment."

The man started to talk about old things: "That's right, keep preaching to me."

"What are you talking about?" The man's last sentence clearly angered the woman.

"Oh...is that enough? Haven't you guys argued enough?" Zoe, a young girl wearing a white vest, was sitting in the middle of the table and said.

"Yes, daughter, you know how expensive tuition is now." The woman heard Zoe complaining and turned to her.

"Mom, I have a scholarship." Zoe said.

"So what, we're sending you to film school. I want you to learn how to make movies."

"Oh." Zoe seemed to hate her mother's behavior.

"I don't want you to stay at home and watch movies all day long. Zombies and vampires are all rubbish. It won't help you at all, dear." Mother accused again.

"Mom, this can also be used as data collection...and isn't there an infection outside? You can't go to school..." Zoe said helplessly.

"It's just influenza!" Mother turned over her hand and continued to preach.

"You know, it's really risky to choose a subject like movies..." After being silent for a while, my father finally interrupted.

"She is so old, she can be a policeman like me..." "That's enough..." The mother wanted to interrupt the father.

"She should learn how to use a pistol to protect herself. For example, the range of the gun," her father said. However, this suggestion is very good. If you really learn it, it will definitely be of great use in the future, but that is a matter for the future.

"You guys listen to me first..." Zoe wanted to interrupt.

"I will not let my daughter come into contact with such dangerous things. She is not from a drug family. Why should she use a pistol to protect herself?" The mother was very determined.

"Oh...that's enough..." Zoe said, imitating her mother's tone.

"As long as you finish your studies..." Mother found that there was a person standing behind her. "That's enough..." Mother finished her words.

The mother immediately jumped up and hugged Zoe, because the man standing behind her had a pale face, and his clothes and mouth were covered in blood.

"Peter. Why would such a madman appear in your house?!" the mother said in panic.

"Don't come near him!" the father said, turning around and grabbing a gun from his coat. His father is an American policeman.

"He must have an infectious disease..." said the father. "Are you... okay? Can you hear me?!" The father was still testing.

But the man seemed to be in pain and struggling. In fact, his will has not been completely swallowed up by the virus.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was about to launch an attack. It seemed that his consciousness was finally defeated. After all, few people can resist.

"Oh my God! Do something quickly. He's coming," her mother exclaimed.

"Mom, go quickly." Zoe asked her mother to go out.

"I'm warning you, stay away from them. This is your last chance." The father had already taken out his pistol. It seems that only when disaster strikes, people can stop quarreling.

"Did you hear that? I'm counting to three...1...2...3!"

Just when his father was about to shoot, the zombie bit his mother's neck. Three bullets exploded. When the zombie's head was blown off, the mother's neck was also bitten off. Zoe, who was holding a table knife at the side, exclaimed when she saw this scene: "Mom."

The two of them hurriedly got together. "Mom!" It was obvious that Zoe was frightened.

"Zoe. Call the police quickly!!!" his father ordered, and then comforted: "My dear...it will be okay..." But he didn't know. Mother's whole body was changing rapidly, and she couldn't hear his words clearly.

"Ah...ah..." the mother murmured.

"Zoe, call the police quickly!!" The father said again to the stunned Zoe.

"...Woo..." The mother was still making strange noises from her mouth.

Zoe comforted herself while running to get the phone: "Everything will be fine...it will be okay...it will be okay...oh my god...oh my God, my God!"

"Just hold on, honey." My father was still comforting.

My mother kept making strange noises. "I'm here with you..." said the father. “It’s impossible to get through at all!” Zoe burst into tears. "Keep dialing!" my father ordered. "Hold on...I'm right here."

At this moment, the dimming light in my mother's eyes suddenly brightened and turned into white pupils. The mother pounced hard and scratched the father's face with her nails.

"Help!" The mother bit her father's neck. The father also fell down, and the mother hit him with her fist again. "Help!" "Mom?! Please don't... like this..." Zoe advised innocently.

The zombie glanced back at her, then became even more furious. "No!!!!" exclaimed.

"Bang——" The head of the zombie that was about to attack Zoe was blown off. Zoe looked at the zombie's body, and then hurried to her father's body. My father was half-lying against the wall. "She is no longer your mother..." My father said painfully.

"Dad...you are seriously injured..." Zoe said, "Let me help you stop the bleeding...wait a minute..."

"I'll go find the medical kit..." Zoe kept crying.

"No..." The father paused and then said: "Zoe, do you remember those zombie movies we watched together when you were a child?!" the father asked.

"I remember...my mother would go crazy when she knew you were showing me..."

"Then you must remember..." My father could hardly open his eyes. "When a person is about to turn into a zombie, will shooting him in which part prevent him from turning into a zombie?!"

"...Yes, Dad, I remember..."

"I want you to do this now!" The father was very determined. He knew that even if he died, he didn't want to be a walking zombie. More importantly, he didn't want to hurt his daughter.

"Zoe, I love you!" Dad said the last words in his life.

"Dad...I love you too!!!" Zoe picked up the gun in her father's hand.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Zoe aimed at her father's head, and she closed her eyes.

"Boom." Gunshots rang out, and the world of Road to Survival was becoming more and more perfect under the control of the Mechanical Emperor. (To be continued...)