Chapter 30 Chapter 30 The most complete memory

If only he hadn't hesitated, Thomas thought, he should have run out when he had the chance.A group of people moved forward in a huddle, blocking the door, and Brenda couldn't get in even if she wanted to.Trapped at the table, Thomas was too shocked to say a word, just watched the two wrestle in a ball on the ground, beating and scratching, each trying to control the other. Thomas understood that although he would be hurt by the fleeing crowd, he actually had nothing to worry about, he was immune.Others in the store were scared to death because the virus was so close to them.This is also understandable - one of them may have been infected.But as long as he can stay out of the commotion, it might be safer to stay where he is.

Someone was tapping on the window, Thomas looked up, it was Brenda, she was already with Jorge and Minho standing on the sidewalk, she made all kinds of gestures and expressions like crazy to tell him to come out, but Thomas thought Find out what's going on. The man in red finally subdued the man and pressed him to the ground. "It's over! They've gone out." He yelled, that horrible metallic sound again. The infected person stopped struggling, and suddenly burst into tears.It was then that Thomas noticed that the crowd had completely dispersed, the empty cafe was just the two of them and himself, and the place had become eerily quiet.

The red shirt man stared at him and said, "Little boy, why are you still here - you want to die?" Before Thomas could answer, he said, "If you want to hang around here, do something and give me the gun Find it." After speaking, he looked at the person he subdued. Thomas felt like he was in a dream. He had seen a lot of violence, but this time was different. He went under the counter to find a gun. "I... I'm immune," he stammered.Kneeling on the ground, he stretched out his hands and groped inside until he touched cold metal.He drew the gun and walked up to the redshirt man.

The man didn't even say thank you. He took the gun and stood up, pointing the gun at the infected person's face. "It's bad, it's bad. It's happening more and more—you know someone who's been smoking heaven." "That's really heavenly medicine." Thomas said to himself. "You know that too?" the red shirt man asked him. "Well, it's like this, I thought he looked weird when I came in." "And you didn't say anything?" The skin around the guard's mask was almost as red as his shirt, "What's wrong with you?"

Thomas was horrified to see the redshirt man throwing a fit. "No... sorry, I have no idea what happened." The infected curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing.The redshirt man finally walked past him, looking at Thomas seriously. "You don't know? What... where did you come from?" Thomas now really wishes he had run away sooner. "I'm...my name is Thomas. I'm nobody, I'm just..." He tried desperately to find something to explain himself. "I'm not from around here, sorry." The redshirt man pointed the gun at him. "Sit down, just sit here." He pointed the gun at the chair next to him.

"Wait! I swear I'm immune!" Thomas' heart was about to jump out. "That's why I—" "Sit down! Come on!" Thomas' knees gave way and he plopped down on his chair.He looked towards the door and was relieved to see Minho standing there with Brenda and Jorge closely behind him.But Thomas didn't want to involve his friends, and didn't want to risk hurting them again.He shook his head furiously at them, signaling them not to get involved. The redshirt man didn't notice the person by the door, just stared at Thomas. "If you are so sure that you are an immune guy, then you don't mind letting me check to prove it?"

"I don't mind." This actually relieved him, and found that he was not lying, maybe that guy would let him go, "Please check." The redshirt put away his gun and walked up to Thomas.He leaned over, pulled out the device, and placed it on Thomas' face. "Look in, open your eyes," the man said, "and you'll be fine in a few seconds." Thomas did as he was told, trying to wrap up the test as quickly as possible.He saw colored lights flashing, the same as when he entered the city gate, the same gas rushed over, and he was stabbed in the neck. The red shirt man took the device back, looked at the readings on the little screen, and said, "What do you know? You're a bloody immune guy. You explain to me how you got to Denver, and, Why do you say that you don't know anything about heavenly medicine, but you can point out that someone is using it."

"I used to serve for WICKED." He hadn't thought it through before he said it, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "If I believe your bullshit, I can believe that this guy's drug problem has nothing to do with the Flare. Stick your ass in there and hold still, or I'll shoot you." Thomas swallowed, terrified, but even more angry at himself for having gotten himself into such an absurd situation. "Okay," he said. But the red shirt man had already turned away, and his helpers had arrived, four of them, all wrapped in thick green plastic, only their faces showing.They wear large goggles over their eyes, and under the goggles they wear the same masks as the Red Shirts.Many images flashed through Thomas' mind, but one was the most complete: he was shot, his wound was infected, and he had to be taken from the Scorched Earth, where the people in the Berg had exactly the same four people. equipment.

"What's the matter?" said one of them, in an equally robotic voice. "You caught two?" "Not exactly," replied the redshirt man. "Caught an Immuno. I guess he wanted to stay here and watch the show." "An Immunity guy?" said another, sounding in disbelief. "It's an immune guy, everyone wants to squeeze out, but he didn't move, saying he wanted to see what happened. Worse, he said that he had long suspected that our future vertigo patient was using heaven medicine, And without telling anyone, just keep drinking coffee like the world is at peace."

Everyone looked in Thomas' direction, but he had nothing to say, just shrugged. The red shirt man backed away, and four other men in hazmat suits surrounded the sobbing infected man.He was curled up, lying on his side on the floor.One of the newcomers was holding something like thick blue plastic with a weird nozzle at the end, and the guy was holding it like some kind of weapon, aiming it at the person lying on the ground, looking displeased kindness.Thomas searched in his memory-poor mind to determine what it was, but his mind went blank. "Please straighten your legs, sir," said the leader, "keep still, don't move, try to relax."

"I don't know!" the man wailed, "How could I know?" "You know it!" the red shirt shouted from the other end, "No one is taking the heaven drug for fun." "I like that feeling!" the man begged, and Thomas felt very sorry for him. "There are many cheaper drugs, why don't you take them? Stop lying, shut up." The red shirt man waved his hand, as if to chase away a fly, "Who would believe it? Put this idiot on .” Thomas saw the infected man shrink even tighter, his hands wrapped around his legs and pressed against his chest. "It's not fair, I don't know! Drive me out of this city. I swear I'll never come back, I swear, I swear!" He sobbed in pain again after speaking, crying in a mess. "Oh, they're going to get you out, okay," said the redshirt man, looking at Thomas with ulterior motives.It looks like he's smiling behind the mask—there's some kind of light in his eyes, "Watch it, Immunity, you're going to like this." Thomas suddenly hated the redshirts as much as he hated everyone else.He avoided his eyes and looked at the four uniformed men instead.They catted their bodies and approached the poor guy on the ground step by step. "Straighten your legs!" repeated one of them, "or it will hurt. Straighten, come on!" "I can't! Please let me go!" The redshirt man rushed over, pushing a man out of the way.He bent down and aimed the gun directly at the patient's head. "Straighten your legs or I'll shoot you! It'll make things easier for everyone. Come on!" Thomas couldn't believe the man had so little empathy. The Infected sobbed, relaxing and stretching his legs wide in terror.He spread out and lay flat on the ground, trembling all over.The redshirt put away his gun and walked away. The person holding the strange blue thing quickly walked over, stood behind his head, then put the mouth of the tube on top of his head, and slowly pressed it down to the ends of his hair. "Try not to move." It was a woman's voice, or, Thomas felt, the voice coming from the mask sounded more creepy than a man's voice, "or you will lose something." Thomas hadn't had time to figure out what she meant when she flicked a switch and a jelly-like substance spewed out of the tube.A stream of blue mucus quickly spread over the man's head, covering the ears and face.He screamed, but the jelly flowed from his mouth, down his neck and shoulders, and the sound was suddenly inaudible.The thing hardened as it moved down, congealing into a shell-like coating.Through the coating, Thomas could see what was inside.In just a few seconds, half of the man's body stiffened, and he was tightly wrapped in the thing. Every inch of skin and folds of clothes seeped into the gelatinous substance. Thomas noticed the man in the red shirt was looking at him, and he finally met his gaze. "What's wrong?" Thomas asked. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" the man in red shirt replied, "Enjoy it, and after this is over, follow me."