Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The danger is not far away, I do not intend to sleep deeply, but the dual fatigue of body and spirit overcome the vigilance with an overwhelming advantage. I fell into the abyss of perception, my body seemed to be the boundless sea, my soul was wrapped in the cold sea water, pushed, and waves rushed to a shore.

I'm asleep--

I know that I have fallen asleep, which is very strange.

No matter how hard you try to wake up, the fallen soul can't help herself, just like a bug embedded in amber. It can't speak or move. The only thing it can control is thinking, and thinking is being derived Fear in the deep nature erodes.

This is a dream, but it is not like a dream.

I seem to hear a voice:

Come ... the real name ... West ...

who is it? Calling me?

I opened my eyes vigorously and lifted my waist to sit up. The dark curtain covered my eyes, so I could not tell whether it was in a dream or reality.

Was so quiet that the sound of breathing and heartbeat was whizzing in the ear, sweating, and the back was wet. I breathed heavily and sat there quietly, and there was a faint howl outside.

When his eyes gradually got used to darkness, Fu Jiang woke up sometime. She didn't get up, her open eyes were as bright as cat's eyes in the dark, and she had a strange beauty. Only then did I realize that I was still holding her hand, and the soft touch felt like a current penetrated into my palm. I earn a bit reflectively.

Did not break free.

"What time is it?" I asked.

She let go of my hand and fetched the alarm clock next to it. I turned on the flashlight, adjusted the light to the weakest, and put it up. The light diffused on the glass surface of the alarm clock, and we seemed to shrink into a faint light cocoon, feeling relieved.

More than one in the morning. It seems that it has been a long time, but in fact it has only slept for less than four hours.

I rubbed my face, inserted my fingers into my hair and straightened it out, and finally cleared the ignorant head. She wanted Fu Jiang to continue to sleep, but she had already sat up and looked sleepy. I felt it was a nightmare to wake her up, and I felt a little guilty.

She just shook her head.

"A terrible nightmare?"

"……probably."

I still remember the dream and the call in the dream, but I don't know what it is. In the dream, only darkness, imprisonment and erosion accompany oneself, just like being trapped on the torture platform of hell. Does this dream make sense? If the answer is yes, it is too bad.

In the same environment, Fu Jiang's mood looks much more stable than mine. When I asked her if she had a dream, she said yes. So out of my worries, I proposed to exchange dream content, but she refused.

In the dim light of the flashlight, Fu Jiang squeezed his chin and laughed at himself, a bit creepy.

Since this is the case, I did not force it. I also made a few speculations about why I had such a dream. In addition to the orthodox theory of dream analysis, there are also reasons for getting closer to fantasy, involving hell, doomsday, and graystone.

Maybe we who are eating graystone are mutating, who knows?

Suddenly there was a fierce sound of rubbing and breaking of branches and leaves in the courtyard. It sounded like something was breaking the treetops. So abrupt that we all knew at the first time that something had happened.

As expected. We are not naive enough to think that we can spend the night in peace.

I turned off the flashlight for the first time, glanced at Fu Jiang, and let my hands and feet come to the window in tacit agreement. Fu Jiang carefully lifted the corner of the curtain and my heart thumped.

The objects in the courtyard are outlined in the night shadow, and the one near the left is slightly different from the impression. The wind was not strong, but a tree near the wall shook like a drunkard, and the carefully cut treetops seemed to have been bitten by a dog, and became a bit marty.

Something came in. I saw the same answer in Fu Jiang's eyes.

Except for the first sound, it made no other sounds, as if it were a goblin in the dark.

This is a monster used to hunting in the dark. Even without wisdom, its latent instinct is more cunning than the ghost dog.

Fujiang put down the curtains and we sat back to the original position.

I rechecked the arrows and bullets, put the pistol away, and picked up the crossbow. Fu Jiang's fingers rubbed against the axe blade, and the sharp touch seemed to reach his eyes along the arm.

There was a collision sound overhead, and we immediately lowered our breath.

Judging from the sound is on the fourth floor, it touched the warning trap we set on the corridor. The empty canister involved made a dull and hollow sound, and there were some objects pushing away the sound of the collision, but did not hear its footsteps.

Fujiang and I didn't even see what it looked like, but the hollow sounds resounding in the corridors and stairways seemed to chain, confirming its approach. With one or two sounds, I walked across the corridor, climbed down the stairs, and crossed the obstacles we set lightly.

Stopped and walked again. Like a lion wandering on the grassland, squinting for food. Did it find us?

When I am used to darkness, the night shadow is not enough to block my sight, just like a hazy gauze.

I looked at Fu Jiang and found that she was also a little nervous. Her knuckles were tightly clamped to the handle of the axe, and then loosened slightly, so repeatedly.

Fujiang suddenly walked towards the door, and I quickly pulled her. She looked back at me, her fighting spirit and murderous eyes seemed to say:

Go out and kill it!

Why? I also express my doubts with my eyes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com we do n’t need to provoke it, as long as it is hidden in the room, it may not be found, even if it is found, it can also rely on geographical advantages to win.

I dare not speak out, for fear of being discovered by it. Being able to act sensitively in the dark, its senses must be very sharp, and it looks like it jumped in from the outside, and its motor performance is excellent. Ghost dogs can jump around with the help of walls, and even climb to the ceiling. Now this monster who does not know what must be doing better.

There are obstacles all over the corridor. For us who can only run on the ground, it is a disadvantage.

'S strategy at the time was to stay at this stronghold.

Go out to meet the enemy? What a joke? I wriggled my lips and told her silently that the odds were lower outside.

Fujiang stared at me with a blank expression, without expression, and could not see what she was thinking. The flashing things in her eyes made me feel uneasy.

She grinned, not ridicule, but some kind of stronger and stubborn impulse.

"I'll kill it, you stay here." She whispered close to my ear.

'S tone of voice is very firm.

"Don't do stupid things!" Despite that, I knew I couldn't stop her.

"I must go, otherwise there will be big troubles later."

"how do you know?"

"Intuition."

Intuition! ? I looked at her in disbelief, speechless.

Fu Jiang gently opened the door, and the night light was like water splashing on her vigorous figure. I didn't want to go out at all, but I couldn't let her face the scary monster alone. When she closed the door, I walked up and held the door.

Greeted Fu Jiang's eyes, I said, go together.