Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up hungry. Yesterday's fierce battle with the Evolutionary Cat exhausted all his strength and energy. I can't remember everything that happened when I got home. The same burning feeling in his stomach stimulated his taste buds. I thought only one word “eat” in my head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the living room and grabbed the backpack and opened the zipper to fall directly on the floor, all kinds of food, cigarettes, mineral water, scattered on the floor, he knelt on the floor, picked up a piece of chocolate tear and stuffed it in his mouth, chewed it little, swallowed it into his stomach, the floor was constantly drifting with various food packaging bags, Zhang Xiaoqiang was hungry to control the whole thought, all he knew was to tear the package and swallow it into his mouth.

The floor is full of all kinds of broken bags, empty metal canned boxes. Food slowly decreases until it disappears completely. The feeling of hunger grew stronger and stronger, running into the kitchen, calling in the pockets of rice, pulling out the rice and feeding it to his mouth, crunching and chewing, the dry crushed rice scraped down his throat tube and swallowed his stomach, choking him straight through his white eyes, he couldn't even get a sip of water and continued to feed it to his mouth. Four or five kilograms of rice left in his pocket to see the bottom, which he has not yet met.

Raw eggs were knocked open, egg yolks, yolks and egg shells were chewed up in his mouth, and cabbage, whether leaves or stews, was torn apart and swallowed by him, and he was like a hungry locust, eating everything he could see.

When he couldn't find any more food, he slowly regained his sanity, looked like a ghost into the village, followed by a three-light policy sweep of the kitchen.

“Did I do this?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was stuck,

What just happened to him was like a dream, and when I woke up, I didn't remember anything. He swept away enough food for half a month to remember what it tasted like and what it tasted like. With so much food in my stomach, my stomach hasn't gotten any bigger, I feel I haven't eaten enough!

“My digestive function has changed?” Zhang Xiaoqiang Baixi couldn't figure it out.

If he can't figure it out, he's too lazy to think about it, which is also his biggest advantage, never drilling the horn tip. The slight itch on his right shoulder reminded Zhang Xiaoqiang that he was seriously injured yesterday. Pieces of clothing and blood stains were tangled together, dried up on the body, carefully removed clothes, and wetted the pieces of cloth on the wound with water, then slowly unraveled.

“No way?” There were so many things that surprised Zhang Xiaoqiang today, he clearly remembered yesterday the wound on his right shoulder was half an inch deep and five or six centimeters long. Now the wounds bite tightly together to form a dark brown scar, which seems to fall naturally as soon as it is gently uncovered, and no trace of injury can be found.

“Became Superman?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised at his ability to heal. After being infected by rainwater, he can increase his healing speed tens of times.

“Isn't that the legend, Youth Hot Blooded Idiot Immortal?" ”He thought wildly,

“At least don't be afraid of injuries anymore?” The thought of eating so much food makes me a little howly.

“Still don't get hurt casually, or you'll have to hold the zombie and eat it”, thinking Zhang Xiaoqiang hit a chill here. He stopped tubeing the wound, started checking the iron gun burned yesterday, the galvanized water pipe was somewhat deformed but still working, found some pieces of wood to tie the pipe to the gun head and stuck it with a big nail, tried to feel the hand, "OK."

The weird Cat Stone with the MP9 sniper crossbow attracted Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention, got it in his hand, it was full of dirt, washed with water brush, some like reddish quartz, the color spots were dark and unknown, and the surface stool was irregular and not kowtow. The warmer you can hold it in your hand, the longer you hold it, the higher the temperature, “can be used as a hot water bag” Think of Xiaoqiang here to hold the import bag with your hands.

There's no food left in the house, we have to find it.

“No water, electricity, no food, the food downstairs at the mall starts to spoil, the house can't stay, we have to escape!” Zhang Xiaoqiang made up his mind.

If it is possible, Zhang Xiaoqiang would prefer to stay at home. On this day when there is no communication, no media, and no one even communicates, he will not be able to do so. There are too many dangerous, countless zombies out there, dangerous, sleazy mutants, and an unpredictable future.

Take the iron gun and open the iron door to find food, walk out of the hallway, see the mutant cat's body around a dozen zombies biting the body, the thick smell of blood mixed with the smell of the corpse pounding nose. Two S-type zombies, six D-type zombies, were all here. Zhang Xiaoqiang's appearance attracted the attention of the zombie, and two S-type zombies had already poured at him.

Too late to think, running in the opposite direction of the zombie, two S-type zombies closely followed Zhang Xiaoqiang, he ran a half arc smoothly looking backwards, S-type zombies closer to him, six D-type zombies far behind, ordinary zombies did not react,

“S-type zombie runs faster than me," Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat anxious.

The S-type zombie is only three or five steps from him and will be caught up in the eye.

“Spell it.” His right foot settled and his left foot took a small step back, turning around and stabbing.

“Kill” Zhang Xiaoqiang drank, the gun head stabbed from the corpse's forehead, quickly twisting the gun body out.

The other S-type zombie was in front of him, his claws grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's face, his right foot then moved backwards for half a step, one side of the body let the zombie pass, a dry and lean arm with the stench of a corpse crossed his nose, then his hands took an iron gun and drew a circle in the air, slapping it on the back of the zombie's waist. The zombie jumped forward to the ground and Zhang Xiaoqiang took a few steps to crucify him with an iron gun.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was relieved slightly, and the six D-type zombies were welcoming him at a normal rate of walking. Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not carelessly surround the six D-type zombies around the circle, trying to lure them apart to break each other. Unfortunately, the zombie just instinctively jumped at him, marching unanimously to keep him from finding an opportunity.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the mutant cat's corpse, the corpse was incomplete, several ordinary zombies were still chewing there, “There's a way” Zhang Xiaoqiang led six D-type zombies to the corpse.

Unexpectedly, D-type zombies collided with ordinary zombies, causing a chaos. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a rare opportunity to rush behind a D-type zombie and stab him. He retracted the barrel. The D-type zombie fell on the ground with one ordinary zombie, and the rest of the D-type zombie continued to surround him around the mutant cat body. It was too late to kill the second one. Zhang Xiaoqiang circled with the remaining D-type zombie, five, four, three, two. When the last zombie was resolved by him, Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped with an iron gun.

Seven ordinary zombies remain, one of which was pressed under the dead D-type zombie, and just fought so hard that it did not attract their attention at all, and they cared nothing but flesh and blood. Even Zhang Xiaoqiang stood behind them and they didn't notice.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stabbed him one by one.

Looking at it, Zhang Xiaoqiang had some sense of accomplishment when the fifteen zombies were upside down across the platform.

“The senior zombies on the street have been drawn here by the smell of blood," Zhang Xiaoqiang concluded.

I was ready to go downstairs for food, and I walked up to the stairs, and I saw hundreds of dead bodies swinging downstairs.