booktalesy Chapter 307 Green Wall
Chapter 307 Green Wall
The wandering convoy continues its journey.
Looking out the window at the survivors, I noticed that the outside environment was gradually changing.
"Victor, something's not right."
The fat man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly sat up straight and pointed out the window with his still-intact left hand.
"Look at the trees over there."
Upon hearing this, Victor, who was driving, subconsciously glanced over.
The trees on both sides of the road did look somewhat different.
The mutated vegetation we saw along the way was almost entirely tree trunks twisted and branches bared, with moss and vines wrapping everything into huge, grayish-green clumps.
But now, the plants they see, although still taller than ordinary plants, are... how to put it...
Just like these plants, they weren't as crazy as they had seen before.
"Did you see that? Those trees seem different from the ones we saw before."
At that moment, the fat man's voice rang out again.
Victor didn't answer, but he felt the same way.
The trees are still much taller than normal, about three or four times their original height.
But the branches are not so twisted, and the shape of the crown is relatively regular.
The moss is still there, but it's much thinner, and its color has changed from that disgusting grayish-green to a darker green that's closer to normal plants.
More importantly, the wriggling vines and slowly moving branches that you see on the road are completely absent in this area.
Here, everything seems to quiet down.
Looking at the serene vegetation around him, Victor couldn't help but pick up the walkie-talkie and remind him:
"Attention everyone, the surrounding environment has changed. Do not relax, and do not park haphazardly."
"Victor!"
However, just as he finished speaking, Monica's voice came through the walkie-talkie from the school bus.
"I see it! There looks like a building ahead!"
Are there buildings?
Upon hearing this, Victor abruptly lowered his head and looked through the windshield at the distant treetops.
Soon, through the sparse gaps in the mutated trees, he could vaguely make out the outlines of some geometric shapes.
Those things are clearly not from nature.
He immediately realized that this was definitely a man-made structure.
"I saw it! I saw it!"
In an instant, the entire communication channel was filled with excited voices: "That's a city! That's a city!"
Victor's heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't just him. The old man who had been praying in the back of the armored truck stopped moving his lips and opened his eyes.
Two women who had been sleeping close together woke up and peered out the car window.
The skinny young man also came over.
The fat man in the passenger seat even leaned half his body out of the car window.
"Damn! I see it! It's a building! It really is a building!"
In an instant, the joy of surviving the disaster spread throughout the convoy.
The walkie-talkie channel was filled with noise; some people were shouting, some were yelling, and some were laughing.
At this moment, even Victor, who was driving, couldn't help but tremble with his hands.
at last,
They've finally arrived!
At this moment, he felt that everything he had done before was worth it.
"calm."
After a while, Victor spoke into the walkie-talkie.
"Everyone calm down. We're not there yet, don't get too excited. Keep your speed and stay close."
Although he said that, he himself stepped on the gas.
The convoy continued on its way.
As the distance closed, Victor became increasingly certain that he might have made the right decision to come.
The reason is simple: the environment here is completely different from the outside world.
As they approached the city hidden in the forest, the mutated vegetation around them became increasingly normal.
Although they are still very large, compared to the terrifying size of trees outside that are often ten or twenty meters tall, the trees here are clearly considered normal.
Furthermore, the weeds along the roadside are no longer the crazy vines that can entangle car wheels, but rather relatively "gentle" bushes.
Even the air here has changed.
Throughout the journey, the air was filled with a mixture of rot and dampness, as if the whole world was moldy.
But the air here… Victor wasn’t quite sure how to describe it…
It's just too clean.
It's not the cleanliness of the pre-apocalyptic world, but rather the refreshing feeling of being on a grassland after the rain.
"Something has affected this place," Victor muttered to himself.
Fat Richie glanced at him: "What do you mean?"
"You mean, some force is controlling the degree of mutation in this area," Victor frowned. "Otherwise, this place wouldn't look like this at all..."
As he spoke, he was thinking to himself.
What kind of power could suppress biological mutations within a radius of tens of kilometers?
This question both excited and unsettled him.
Excitingly, this environment is very suitable for their survival.
What's unsettling is...
He didn't know what was going on inside.
Just as he was thinking—
"boom--"
A loud, rough engine roar came from behind.
Victor glanced at the rearview mirror as if by reflex.
In the shattered mirror, a heavy pickup truck was seen rushing towards them from behind at an extremely high speed.
Those weren't cars from their convoy.
The pickup truck had some scratches, but the tires were new.
The truck bed was piled high with all sorts of odds and ends...it looked like supplies scavenged from all over.
The pickup truck overtook the convoy without any hesitation.
As Victor passed the armored truck, he got a clear look at the situation inside the driver's cab.
Two white men, one with a beard and the other wearing a baseball cap.
The two looked to be in good nutritional condition, at least better than anyone else in Victor's team.
As the pickup truck passed the armored truck, the guy in the passenger seat wearing a baseball cap rolled down the window and leaned half his body out.
He gave Victor the middle finger, as if mocking their aging and infirm team.
Without waiting for Victor and the others to respond, he laughed loudly and strode away.
There was a two-second silence inside the armored truck.
"He just... gave us the middle finger?" Richie asked incredulously.
Victor didn't say anything.
He was looking in the direction of that pickup truck.
They were heading towards Raccoon City.
"Victor."
Just then, Danny's hesitant voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"Those two...could they be from Raccoon City?"
The moment this question was raised, the atmosphere in the convoy subtly changed.
"If they're from Raccoon City..." Danny continued, "then that place..."
He didn't finish speaking. But everyone knew what he wanted to say.
If the people of Raccoon City are like this, what would that place be like?
Could it become another jungle where the strong prey on the weak?
Victor's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He remembered that gas station. The tribal leader who had refused them stood behind the fence and coldly said, "We don't accept trash."
That feeling of humiliation surged up again.
But this time he did not hesitate.
"Keep going."
Victor said one thing, and then said nothing more.
He knew very well that no matter what happened to Raccoon City, they had no other choice.
The people in the convoy couldn't withstand any more strain.
"But--"
"I said keep going. Even if it's hell ahead, we have to go in. Because there's no way out."
The walkie-talkie went silent.
The armored truck's engine gave one last shudder, but it continued to roll forward. Soon, however, his foot, which was on the accelerator, slowly lifted off the ground.
The reason was simple: the pickup truck that had just passed them had somehow stopped in the middle of the road ahead.
The two men from the car were now standing on either side of the pickup truck, staring motionless in one direction.
This scene forced Victor to pick up the walkie-talkie again and tell the car behind to slow down.
"Slow down immediately and prepare to stop; there may be danger. Stay alert."
As he spoke, the convoy of three or four wrecked cars slowly slowed down, and the armored truck driven by Victor slowly approached the two men and their vehicle.
Twenty meters. Fifteen meters. Ten meters.
Victor stared intently at the two figures through the windshield. The two seemed oblivious to their arrival, remaining standing in the same spot.
It gave the impression that he had been terrified by something.
"What are they looking at?"
The fat man, Richie, in the passenger seat asked a question in confusion.
Victor remained silent, his mind filled with questions about what the two men had actually seen.
With this question in mind, the armored truck slowly approached the two white men.
At the same time, the trees on both sides seemed to have reached their end, but the next moment...
"Crunch..."
A screeching sound of brakes suddenly rang out, and Richie in the passenger seat leaned forward, nearly hitting the windshield.
Victor slammed his right foot on the brake, while the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the unobstructed view to their side...
"I... damn it... what the hell is that?"
"My God...that...that was...a miracle?"
"..."
Meanwhile, everyone in the cars that stopped behind them could see the scenery in the distance.
About two kilometers away from them, a huge wall stretched across the horizon.
Of course, this was not the main reason that surprised them. What surprised them was that the wall was not an ordinary reinforced concrete wall at all.
It turned out to be a green wall, and not just one kind of green.
A green wall composed of a variety of shades of green, including dark green, gray-green, and dark green.
From a distance, it appears to be at least fifteen meters high, extending from left to right until it disappears into the distance.
Moreover, from a distance, the surface of that wall is not smooth, but covered with dense textures, like countless huge ropes intertwined and woven together.
"Victor... are you... sure we've really come to the right place?"
Looking at the green wall in the distance, Richie stammered out a question.
"Probably..."
At this moment, Victor couldn't help but start to doubt himself.
Before coming here, he had imagined the environment, but in his imagination, even if this place was a safe zone, it would be an old city surrounded by barbed wire...
But to my utter surprise, the environment here was completely different from what I had imagined.
Everything was beyond his expectations.
Of course, it also shocked him even more.
That green wall was like a giant barrier, enveloping the entire city.
Furthermore, the surface of the wall seemed to undulate slowly, as if it were alive, as if it were breathing.
Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but pick up the binoculars hanging around his neck.
The next moment, when he saw the true form of the breathing wall, he felt a chill run down his spine.
On the surface of the writhing wall, human-shaped protrusions appeared.
And they are evenly distributed on the wall surface.
In an instant, he realized that it wasn't breathing, but rather...
There were human figures embedded in the wall.
He trusted his judgment; those encased, animated reliefs definitely depicted people.
"My God..."
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