Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the downstairs, “Are all the zombies on the street here?”, the small space downstairs was densely and numbly packed with zombies, the staircase from below to the platform was slightly biased, the staircase and the owner of the building formed a corner, hundreds of zombies were crowded in the corner, several zombies at the edge of the body smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang, coming towards him.

He just went through a fierce fight, and his health went down, and he tried to kill hundreds of zombies, and he could die of exhaustion, go home, and think of a way to do it.

The street below the window is empty, only a few broken legs are left to crawl on the ground, the one who likes to eat mice, the S-type zombie who is likely to continue to evolve is also one of them, only one arm thigh is eaten by the mutated big dog only the thigh bone, that day it is the fiercest, the fastest, the most tragic of nature.

“By what means? ”

“Burn with fire? Without gasoline, there isn't much cooking oil!!! ”

“Sniper crossbow? There are only six crossbows and 40 steel balls left. Kill a quarter at most. What about three quarters? ”

“Never mind the zombies, straight from the window to the floor with a rope? But how do you get the fence off? There are no tools.”

“Rushing out in thick clothes all wrapped up?” Zhang Xiaoqiang shuddered and shook his head. “That's dying.”

To think about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about zombies again.

“Zombies can't see, hear, smell, walk slower, um, S-type zombies aren't in there, who says it's slow with me and who's in a hurry.” Zhang Xiaoqiang began to think wildly.

“No vision, no hearing, super sense of smell.” Zhang Xiaoqiang began to summarize. The zombie was sensitive to blood up to kilometers, and at least at the same time all the zombies within kilometers of downstairs came to him.

“Super strong sense of smell" Zhang Xiaoqiang kept nagging, being able to smell the smell of kilometers, meaning that smelling organs are developed, meaning precision, while precision means susceptibility to destruction.

The more sensitive the smell is to the corpse, the more important it is to the body. In the process of mutation, the development of the various sensory organs of the body is highly uneven, too dependent on the smell, and the greater the impact on the smell of the corpse, the greater the impact on the corpse itself. Smell is the radar and locator of a zombie. If the smell fails, the zombie turns into a fly without a head!

If you can't make a solidified gasoline bomb, you should have no problem making a few cottage gas bombs. Do what you think, Zhang Xiaoqiang walks to the kitchen.

Less often than not, a few village gas bombs were placed in front of them, dominated by semi-wet dried pepper, with some octagonal cinnamon pepper, wrapped in sheets in a bunch, and drizzled with peanut oil. (At that time, I almost added soybean sauce, but I was awake in time.) Also prepared some pepper noodles individually wrapped in newspaper.

When he was ready, he went out and re-surrounded the bodies of the mutant cat. He probably followed Zhang Xiaoqiang to the platform. He ignored them. Anyway, there were still many bodies left, enough for them to eat for a while!

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the stairwell, the zombies downstairs were still crowded together, several more zombies slowly swayed at him at the edge, he threw the newspaper wrapped in pepper noodles at the group, the newspaper scattered over the group, inside the pepper noodles spilled out, in the air turned into a black and gray fog slowly shield towards the group of corpses, soon the group began to mess up, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the homemade gas bag ignition to the group of corpses separately, not long after, a thick smoke emerged from the group of corpses, the smell of tears even Zhang Xiaoqiang standing on the platform smelled, let alone the downstairs zombies.

Like a stabbed horse bee, the corpses were not brainless, the corpses were pushing each other, screaming, and others were smoked to scratch and bite at their peers. Some of the corpses were smashed to the ground, and then hundreds of big feet were stepped on their bodies and submerged in the corpse, Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the platform rarely this weekday to see a wonderful and refreshing breath.

There were no traces of the downstairs corpses running, and only a dozen more bones were trampled to the ground, paralyzed by bad luck. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at the mutilated cat corpses with chewing carcasses, tightening the iron gun in his hand.

Standing in the commissary, the floor was full of various packaging bags, Zhang Xiaoqiang was picking up a cookie cake and eating it. From time to time, he drank a large mouthful of mineral water. After eating all the food in the house in the morning, he always felt unfulfilled. After that, he killed dozens of zombies, consumed more energy and felt hungry. Now he wants to eat it back in the commissary.

The cookies on the shelf were quickly consumed, and after the last cookie had been dropped by him, he looked at the empty shelf with a greedy eye.

“It's only eight cents full," some unfortunately, the small store was not big. After his several robberies, most shelves have been empty, only dozens of packets of instant noodles left, some rice noodles, seasonings are quite a few. He packed them all in his backpack with the idea of not letting go, thinking that there were not many cigarettes at home, and took a red box of "Yellow Crane House" and said, (the unit price was 50 yuan ago can't be smoked now, of course you can't let go,) a soft Chinese go home!

Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to leave the city tomorrow, now prepare all kinds of materials first, go back to the previous households looking for food to see if there was any harvest, unfortunately little harvest, but found a box of steel balls in the military fan bedroom, a multifunctional folding military iron shovel, iron shovel can cut energy gripper energy saw, hidden by him under the bed, finally cheap Zhang Xiaoqiang, and finally, a large open page provincial map he collected in the desk.

Load all the instant noodles in a bag of 10 kilos of Thai fragrant rice, two noodles and some squeezed vegetables. A few bottles of mineral water, the backpack is half packed at first glance, and a lot more can be packed. A few more bottles of water, looking at the old dry mother of the beef sauce, thinking about the weight of the glass bottle, find an empty mineral water bottle and pour all sorts of sauce into it., a few more cigarettes in the backpack would be almost enough.

Next, find a large vintage military kettle, or something his father used when hunting. Wash and fill with water, there is not much water, God knows if there is virus in the water outside.

Find another vintage military satchel that can be used to fill the old Lu Iron Lunch Box at home. The Lunch Box can be cooked with water and a small enamel cup, naturally all left by his father. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but sigh.

“Although the old man left behind old things, the pieces were treasures. ”

When I finally checked it, I thought about putting the remaining bottle of Rice Fragrance liquor in a plastic bottle at home and putting it in a satchel with two bags of salt and a bag of tea.

When the supplies are ready, it's time to inspect the weapons, iron guns, military knives, dozens of times using sniper crossbows to get Zhang Xiaoqiang to find some tips and polish off the protective paint on the arrow. This reduces wear. Increase the smoothness of the arrows. Sometimes I put some lubricant on it and put a military shovel in my backpack and it was "OK”. I thought about sticking a previously used hammer and a military shovel together. God knows when it will work!

When Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready, the sky began to darken down. Zhang Xiaoqiang moved a few large chairs, imitating mahogany, back to the house, and split them in the living room and burned them. The wind blew in from the open windows and danced with the flames in the living room, darkening the lights in the room. The bright and dark light brought his thoughts back to all the sorrowful clutches in the house, right here on the last night before Zhang Xiaoqiang left.