Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back. The half-pack of instant noodles he had just eaten seems to have been digested. The feeling of hunger is even stronger. He forced himself not to go to the reading and writing desk to read the remaining packets of instant noodles. He just poured a glass of water into his stomach, hoping to fill it with water. Since the first half of the crisis, he has not woken up every day to reflect. Now is his life dreaming, the noodles have been eaten, the eggs have been eaten, and there are three bags of instant noodles. This is still two days' worth of one-and-a-half packs a day. He used to eat two packs a day and add two fried eggs, and rice didn't dare to go out to find food to eat dry meals, otherwise he didn't have the strength to run,

Watching his belly slowly wanting to lose weight before, he couldn't lose any weight. Now he's at least 5 kg. Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. Want to cry. Though he usually has no heart. But there is also a sister who doesn't know whether to live or die. He can't let go of his heart. This half month is fine. Think about the past. Think about the scene where his parents were reunited with their families. Think about his old school teacher, the first time his classmate made himself feel beat. Think about the naughty little girl who drew turtles behind him, and his old colleague friend who worked, even miss buying an early Patong girl in the street. My sister's phone has not been answered, she wants to come to the vicious few, and she is not dying to hope for a miracle.

The zombies downstairs from the windows are still wandering around, and occasionally you can see acquaintances living nearby, the streets filled with broken glass, torn clothes and sporadic white bones, all kinds of garbage, and buses burning empty shells in the distance. A sad feeling is always tangled in my mind, thinking that I also become a zombie wandering around, thinking that food will do everything I can to be starved to death, thinking that my friends and family will become zombies to eat themselves alive, sadly to despair. He went to the kitchen numb and picked up the knife, slowly pressed the blade against his neck, closed his eyes, tightly squeezed the knife handle, until his wrist hurt too hard, still couldn't cut his heart down. He put down the knife and slid his head against the wall and sat on the floor, tears kept coming out, he was afraid to die, he dared not commit suicide.

He hates himself for useless, useless reading, unable to work, can't even dare to commit suicide, his mood slowly calms down, and he thinks that 90 percent of the people are mourned, he's alive, 6.3 billion people are infected, he's all right? Isn't it arranged by heaven to think about things for a while and feel better again? I looked at the watch on my hand. It's already over 10: 00 am. If I don't want to starve to death, I must go out and find food. If I want to fight with the zombies, you die. I live. He comes to the front hall to open the curtains and carefully rips open a small piece of paper on the glass window and looks outside. The small vegetable garden in the middle of the platform grew several rows of green oil cabbage and saw his saliva flow down. He removed his gaze from the cabbage and looked around carefully. There were not many corpses on the platform. Two households across the platform talked about the wall of the platform and connected the large shed to open the door on the balcony. Now the door is open. There are several corpses in and out of each house. There is a corpse up and down the stairs from the platform. A total of seven stairs, six across the street, three minutes from the other side, and his goal is the great cabbage in the middle of the platform.

You can't fight a zombie with bare hands. There's nothing readily available in the house to prepare the weapon. Find all kinds of tools his father left behind. The first thing he saw was an eight-pound hammer. He lifted it up and tried to shake his head. It was too heavy. His power couldn't stand it. He couldn't take it any more than three or five times. He kept searching for it, turned out a hammer, tried to be lightweight and fit. He went to the kitchen to use an iron lid as a shield. He practiced a few times in the living room to find a feeling. He felt almost ready to go. He hesitated to get to the door and took it off again a few times. Finally, he thought of starving to death. He opened the door and went out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang planned to kill the necropolis at the stairwell first, it was too close to the vegetable garden, take a minute to get as much cabbage as possible before the necropolis opposite, he wore high-top military leather shoes, wore his father's woolen army coat with thick leather gloves on his hands, while the necropolis had not yet raised his head and quickly ran to the stairwell, a necropolis was coming up, smelling his smell and claws poured at him, this was the first time he saw the necropolis up close, the corpse's skin grey eyes turned white mouth wide enough to put in a fist, all the teeth in the black mouth grew into a microscopic triangle scraper, a touch, the people watching cold. A strong corpse smelled like a puff, his heart felt sick for a while, the zombie had poured on his pot cover shield, shocked him back, the feeling of a previous fight came back, he pulled the shield to his right foot and pulled it out right in the chest, the zombie rolled down the stairs, couldn't think more of him to run to the garden and drop his weapon, Take out a snakeskin pocket and grab a cabbage and put it in a dirt pouch. He walks towards the other corpse one step at a time. Faster, faster, faster, he gasps and puts the cabbage in the bag. He forks his hands into the black dirt. He touches the vegetable infarct and pulls the cabbage out. The juice from the mud and leaves doesn't even feel it in his eyes. He just wants to pick a few more, it's Food, is hope! The zombie was not far from him and could no longer be greedy. It was time to go. He grabbed his pockets and ran home desperately with his weapon in his hand. He saw that the entrance of the hall was right in front of him and accelerated his steps. He stepped into the entrance of the hall and ran towards the door.

Suddenly the iron door across the door opened, he poured a thick corpse odor at the neighbor of the door, the sharp claw was less than 10 cm from his eyes, a chill from the tailbone up through his head, he tried to scream but couldn't make a sound, his brain just thought of two words:

It's over.

The shield sitting softly on the ground flew out, the zombie was emptied, his head was blank, his feet kicked on the zombie's calf, the zombie's center of gravity turned upside down to him, he rolled aside, the hammer in his hand slammed on the zombie's body one after another, when he turned back, the upper body of the zombie had been smashed by him diluted, black and glued blood was flying everywhere, the strong corpse smelled his head was about to burst open.

The zombie opposite the platform was only about 10 meters away from him, three strong men walked in front, the three old ladies behind him mutated slowly followed, smelling his smell became very excited, for the nearby ruler prey they were inevitable, he jumped off the ground, even the shield could not retrieve it and entered the house with pockets.

Locking the security door, he vented deeply against the iron door, spilled the blood of the corpse on him, and rushed into the bathroom to change his clothes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang flipped the cabbage out of his pocket and neatly sized it on the floor brick, totalling more than 11 twenty pounds.

The zombie outside was scratching the iron gate, and Zhang Xiaoqiang, for the first time, had confidence in survival.