Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up from the morning and looked out the window. The sky was gloomy and a cold breeze swept past his face. Bring up a slight flash in your heart.

Zhang Xiaoqiang moved three times. This is the longest place he has lived. He spent half of his life here. He thought he would do the same in the second half of his life. Unfortunately, he made a mistake. Today he will have to abandon it.

Pack your bags, check your weapons, get dressed, go outside, make the last tour of the house, keep everything in mind, he doesn't know if he will come back, he doesn't know what kind of dilemma he will face in the future, from the living room to the kitchen, all the way to the bedroom, touching the computer Zhang Xiaoqiang emotional,

“In the days when there will be no computers and no internet, I will forever say goodbye to the title of home man."

In a plastic bottle with a cockroach next to the computer, the cockroach still died at the bottom of the bottle, and seemed to have no idea what was happening outside the bottle. Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the bottle and swayed it gently. The cockroach was vibrated and crawled to find a way out. Two months without water has had no impact on it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly realized that the cockroach was so humble, so small, but how frank it was in its desperate state, it harnessed every bit of energy on its body, minimized consumption, and silently waited for the opportunity to be ready to escape at any time. Although it is the natural instinct of the cockroach, it is the instinct of the cockroach that admires him. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly has hope for the future, and is no longer confused.

“I will follow the example of a cockroach and live like a cockroach in the end.” Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.

Unscrew the lid, pour the cockroach out, watch the cockroach quickly climb to the corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang at the bottom of his heart blessed “May you live”.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the iron door, looked at the last of the house and walked out.

The iron door was locked, the key was put on a fine rope and hung around his neck. It was held close to his chest. It carried the spirit of Zhang Xiaoqiang and was the home of his heart.

On March 27, 2013, nearly 90 days after the end of the three months, Zhang Xiaoqiang left home to officially face the future of the end of the world.

Mutant cat corpses on the platform have been burned to ash by him. There is a scorching odor in the air mixed with the smell of corpse odor. On the cement floor, lying seven vertical corpses, Zhang Xiaolaid idle and walked downstairs. Yesterday the corpses scattered, but more than 40 corpses could still be left wandering in the garden.

Zhang Xiaoqiang went downstairs, surrounded by more than a dozen zombies who had been trampled by the corpses all over their bones. The zombies turned their faces towards him, spraying a big stinking mouth, trying to bite him but unable to climb up. He crossed the dead body on the ground and walked down the trail to the street.

MP9 military sniper crossbows were used to solve the zombies blocking the road and coming to the street. After hunting for two mutant big dogs, together with the dozens of zombies he killed yesterday on the platform and now trapped in the garden downstairs, there are now less than 100 zombies in the streets within a kilometre radius, averaging about 10 meters.

The street leads to the city center and has been blocked. The end of the street leads out of the city. It may take three or four hours to walk out of the city. There must be zombies on the road. Although the population density is low, there are also tens of thousands of them! There is only one step at a time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was in the center of the street. Just face less than 50 zombies on the road leading to the end of the street. He looked at nearly 50 zombies. He was a little distressed by the rest of the steel balls, although he found about a kilo and a half more steel balls, one less could be used, at least he could not do one to eliminate one zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully proceeded along the street, sprinkled some white wine on his body. The smell of stinging wine made him feel slightly dizzy. "I should have practiced alcohol on this day."

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked with a sniper crossbow on his toe, carefully bypassing the glass fragments on the ground from time to time, the iron gun was inserted in the leather buckle on the side of the backpack, the gun head was pointed up, the tail of the gun was occasionally knocked on his calf, the smell of white wine made the corpse not smell him 30 meters away, unfortunately not within 30 meters.

Zhang Xiaoqiang bypassed a zombie and didn't freak them out. It felt like a real version of the Allied Death Squad single-machine game. When he encountered the truly inescapable corpse, he slowly approached it within 30 meters, waiting for it to approach Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then shot him at close range with a sniper crossbow.

I don't know how many more zombies want to eat him at the end of the street. Zhang Xiaoqiang can only save as much energy as possible. In case of an unknown crisis.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang shot and killed the eleventh corpse, he finally stood at the crossroads at the end of the street. “Bitterness also" he raised his eyes and sighed. He arrived here easily. The scene in front of him made him want to cry.

Beyond the crossroads, the main road leads out of town. A heavy east-wind self-unloading truck carrying sand rolled over the side of the road, behind an eight-metre long body, and countless types of large cards blocked the road.

On the left side of the street are some building materials warehouses, which can always lead to the development area, which is full of factories, and any factory with thousands of employees, all of which must now be zombies. Zhang Xiaoqiang went there not to find a way to live, but to die.

On the right is a street full of small restaurants leading to a container port company by the river. There are no fewer zombies in the street than Zhang Xiaoqiang. He only touched the streets leading to the river with a hard scalp.

The zombie density here is much bigger than just now. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked a lot harder. Sometimes he had to deal with more than two zombies at the same time. His method of killing zombies also became more proficient. He no longer waited for the zombies to get close and shoot them from afar. Besides, he killed two D-type zombies. Lucky for him, he didn't run into S-type zombies. He didn't pay much attention to D-type zombies with power. The speed was not fast enough to give him time to aim. For a S-type zombie, he had a palpitation, too fast, and could accidentally hurt him, just like it would if it hurt him. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't want to become a zombie yet.

Half Zhang Xiaoqiang stood by a tall landing glass and rested.

“Wow." The landing glass was smashed, accompanied by flying broken glass, a tall D-type zombie jumped to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, a huge right-handed grasp waved towards him, he hurriedly lowered his head, claws led the airflow over his head, hit the iron gun on his backpack, a huge force came from the gun body, a powerful force could bring him up to the ground, immediately followed by D-type zombie bent over, left-handed grasp waved down towards him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly rolled aside, “punched” the ground, claws fell to the ground to take a piece of cement square brick laid on the sidewalk, the fine sand under the square brick scattered, countless sand grains fell onto his head into his neck, Zhang Xiaoqiang was beaten by the zombie, just kept rolling on the ground, the military kettle on the opposite back hit the ground “ding-dang", he kept rolling behind the zombie body, pulling out the iron hammer plugged into the backpack, and hit the ankle bone of the D-type zombie with his greatest strength.

“Boom...”, a tremendous force of shock back came, the hammer was raised high by the shock, almost flew out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm, the muscles on the palm of the hand like torn apart, hot.

One big foot stepped at him, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not to go around with the D-type zombie anymore, and rolled desperately over to the river, until he hit a wheel parked on the side of the road, climbed up from the ground, a dizzy moment, the D-type zombie came towards him, behind the zombie body in a broken landing window, countless zombies burst out, at least four S-type zombies were running towards him over that tall D-type zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only felt a strong urine. He shouted and ran back to the river. He ran three or two steps and saw that countless zombies on the road ahead slowly came to his side. Must have caught the attention of the zombies below due to the broken glass. He was surrounded by zombies.