Apocalypse Cockroach

On Thursday, January 31, 2013, a month after the outbreak of the virus, Zhang Xiaoqiang also spent 11 days coming down from the roof. He continued to exercise every day, frog jumping 3,000 times from 2000 to the present, adding push-ups, sit-ups, high leg lifting and other items. His main melee weapon is now an iron gun, and his long-range weapon is an MP9 sniper crossbow. Neither close nor remote, he is not on target, and only by doubling his practice will he be able to live in increasingly difficult times.

The force of the arm in front of the horseback and at the waist stabbed the iron gun out through the wrist, once, again and again, tens of thousands of exercises in 11 days, so that Zhang Xiaoqiang's mastery of the iron gun became more and more proficient, the daily amount of exercise made his stomach disappear, chest also had a trace of muscle, plenty of leg movement made his body more and more flexible, at least a few more steps to gasp.

When I think of the first few days, a lot of exercise made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel painful and distressed. It took him almost a week to survive. Although it was the end of life, he was in unprecedented good condition at this moment. He didn't know how many teenagers had not exercised before!

There is a lot of sweating every day, so Zhang Xiaoqiang's reserves of water are slowly decreasing. He can't take a bath and smell bad smell on his body. It's a little uncomfortable. He doesn't really care. He's used to the smell of corpses. What's worse than the smell of corpses?

“Whoo...” Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the iron gun, picked up the mineral water bottle and unscrewed the lid, sipped at the bottle mouth, it was contained in the mouth, and slowly swallowed it after a short while. Although he still felt thirsty, he put the lid on the table. After reading the watch, it was 5: 00 p.m., and he used to pick up the binoculars and come to the window.

Heavy rain has been falling from 11 days ago until now, with a little light in the sky like ink, making the window blurry, and the zombies downstairs stand quietly in the rain like an electric pole, and the whole street looks like a strange view.

With a telescope, I saw the corpses lifting their heads and opening their big mouths and then raining water. Although I could not see the expression on the face of the corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang could feel that they loved rainwater, and even the desire for flesh and blood seemed to become less important.

This is a wonderful feeling. Zhang Xiaoqiang has never had any sixth sense before. He also thinks that sixth sense is nonsense, but now this feeling somehow appears in his mind. He couldn't help but think this feeling was right in his subconscious mind. He put down his telescope and patted his face with his hand. He wanted to forget about this idea that made him feel a little weird!

Picking up the soft shell "Yellow Crane House" and smoking a cigarette light on fire, sitting on the bed and staring in the air at the circle of cigarettes, that strange feeling, instead of disappearing, is even stronger. Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart suddenly burst with a strong urge to try it. At this moment, his violent genes hidden deep in the blood overwhelmed his mind. He stood up and found the raincoat.

Wearing a raincoat, Zhang Xiaoqiang went out with an iron gun. Passing the platform outside the door down the stairs to the first floor, 11 days of heavy rain caused some water to accumulate downstairs, the heavy rain washed away the smell of corpses in the air, and he took a deep breath, as if he had not smelled this smell-free air for many years. Even though it doesn't smell like corpses, there is another rusty iron smell in the air like steel.

The corpse in the garden stood in the rain like a companion on the street, with his mouth wide open for rain. Zhang Xiaoqiang bent over and walked towards the garden. Heavy rain kept falling under his feet, causing countless beauties. As he lifted his feet, he took up a small wave of water in the water basin and turned it into a lean circle and spread out.

“Thirty meters, twenty meters, he was getting closer to the zombie, his heart beating faster, his hands tightened with the iron gun, and he took two deep breaths, continuing to lean towards the zombie. Ten meters, five meters, two meters... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood about two meters from the zombie. He raised an iron gun and prepared the zombie's head for any puncture. He watched carefully. The zombie didn't seem to mind Zhang Xiaoqiang standing next to him, just lifting his head and then raining water. He found the corpse raining for a few days, and his dry, skinny cheeks began to become rounded again, with some flesh on his paws and less visible bones.

Zhang Xiaoqiang retreated two steps back and looked around in the dim light. The number of zombies in the garden increased from more than 30 to more than 40 now. Many of the zombies in the corridor and house also came out, and it was raining outside.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked backwards and was ready to run. Raising an iron gun and stabbing it in the head of the corpse, tens of thousands of assassination exercises have borne fruit to this day. The iron gun stabbed it through the corpse's orbit and then turned to pull it out. The corpses splashed across rain-fed meadows.

Zhang Xiaoqiang feared waking up the other zombies and ran back. He ran more than 10 meters and looked back. All the zombies were still still still statically motionless. He was immediately excited. The immobile zombies were even more addicted to killing!!!

Looking at the darkening sky, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed over.

The 21st corpse fell under Zhang Xiaoqiang's iron gun, finally clearing the route to the commissary. The current visibility is getting lower and lower. We have to hurry.

Before rushing to the retail department, he solved the owner who turned into a zombie, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed in, couldn't touch the light switch, he found a large carton, whatever he held inside, and finally stuffed a few cigarettes and it was almost packed. He moved two more pieces of mineral water and tied them up with a braided strap, picked them up with an iron gun and walked home on his shoulder.

The iron gun, picking water and supplies, pressed like a mountain, could not breathe, the galvanized pipe grinded his shoulder, the spicy pain constantly eroded his nerves, he bit his teeth and walked home one step at a time, the road was already a little invisible. Heavy rain was still falling, and the January rains poured in from the neck of the raincoat with cold and cold ice, constantly taking away the heat from his body.

Only if you insist, your legs are starting to soften and your arms are starting to tremble with an iron gun. With a breath in his heart, he rushed home and finally stepped onto the platform. When he saw that there seemed to be a little more strength in the door, he rushed into the entrance of the corridor.

One foot into the entrance of the corridor and the other foot had not been retrieved, the whole person could no longer hold on, with the material on the iron gun falling forward on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang lay down on the ground, breathing heavily, turning hard to lie on the cement floor, staring at the ramped stairs and the ceiling and gasping constantly.

After seven or eight minutes, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowed down and sat up against the wall. Mineral water, rice, canned bean curd fish, all kinds of cookies and cigarettes fell around him.

“Ha! Ha! hahahaha...... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled loudly and kept smiling. The laughter kept spraying out of his mouth, tears kept pouring out of his eyes, scratching his cheek and dropping from his chin onto his raincoat and into rain.