Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the floor and shrunk into groups. Take out the instant noodles and bite the packaging with your teeth and send it down with water. After eating five or six sacks to relieve his breath, he rubbed his fist into a group of right hands and summarized today's gains and losses.

“Good day at home, it's hard to go out for half a day!!!” Today's day is more dangerous than the first half of his life combined, even last time against a mutant cat. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also exhausted by the big ups and downs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also had some admiration for himself, he always managed to escape in a number of necessarily deadly crises, and the group below combined with D2 as fierce as a tank did not hurt him too much. Just broke his forehead a little. ‘

“Do I have the potential to be a pig's foot too?” Zhang Xiaoqiang thought beautifully.

“Psst...” The maintenance door on the roof was broken open and a dark shadow leaned this way. The sky is darkened and nothing can be seen on the roof. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know if the zombie was one of the downstairs corpses. He pulled out an iron gun and approached, tripped by a solar water heater bracket under his foot, and he fell to the ground, “Haven't you had enough fun with me today?” Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed God.

The iron gun in his hand stabbed the corpse in the past, but unfortunately he was unable to lay down on the ground and his head stabbed the corpse in the calf. Slightly blocked the movement of the corpse, Zhang Xiaoqiang flew on one knee and stretched the iron gun between the corpse's calves. The zombie lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

“Heh...” Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the gun from the head of the zombie.

During the time he killed the zombie, no second zombie came to the roof, giving Zhang Xiaoqiang a slight relief. He couldn't see his fingers on the roof. He touched the lighter and tried to light a fire to see what the zombies looked like. Unfortunately, the wind was too high upstairs to light the fire.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the hammer and pulled out the zombie's chin and dragged it into the hallway. Close the wooden door to the roof and keep the cold, boney wind away from the door. He took out the lighter and lit it, and through the faint flame he saw the face of the zombie.

This is a female zombie whose face is dry and black and thin and whose clothes are still intact. A novel, bright red down jacket is worn on her, with a pair of sanded jeans underneath, "You should be younger.” Zhang Xiaoqiang concluded.

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the wall to the seventh floor. He smashed a few burglar doors with a hammer and did not respond. He touched the wall and walked down. He was not afraid of zombies in the stairwell. He stayed upstairs for so long that the zombies should have been attracted to him long ago, and the blood on him was their navigation light.

On the fourth floor of the stairs, stepping on a soft thing, black paint can't see anything. Zhang Xiaoqiang frightened his whole body with cold hair upside down. The goosebumps were bumpy! Can't see make him afraid, this fear of the unknown is more than his fear of D2.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back and sat on the stairs, taking out the lighter to take a picture of Xiaoqiang. The faint flame was sprayed with the breath of rapid breathing. A milky white womens satchel rests quietly on the stairs. He relieved himself and picked up the satchel and looked for it.

One stroke of keys, one wallet, some foundation lip gloss mascara, then nail clippers and other cosmetics, picked up the wallet and opened it with an ID card, a few bank cards, and hundreds of dollars in notes. A beautiful young woman smiled on her ID card, “Cao Xiuyun, May 12, 1984” This should have been abandoned by a zombie killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang on the roof!

“She should live here. There must be a door key in that key.” Fortunately, at least not on the cement floor overnight.

“Pfft...” He threw the lighter on the ground and burned it for too long. Zhang Xiaoqiang retrieved a bright light from the satchel and went down to the fourth floor to try the key. “No” and then to the third floor to “Not yet”. “Is it upstairs?” Returning to the fifth floor, the "click” security door was opened and he carefully entered the living room.

The living room is large and the decoration is relatively simple. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a flashlight on the bogus shelf at the door and tried it and it still works. Measured with a flashlight, the family used a three-bedroom, one-room structure, a master bedroom, a study, and a children's room.

In the children's room lay a dry corpse of a little boy, about five or six years old, skinny with only bones and fists lying on the bed, like a mummy.

“Should be starving to death.” Zhang Xiaoqiang never looked out again. There are so many tragedies in the last world, who knows if tomorrow will happen to them? He didn't think about sentimentality. He kept tormenting himself to survive all day. “Too tired" Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the master bedroom to lie down and close his eyes to the broad Simmons. He slept in someone else's bed that night, lying next door with a dry corpse, and he didn't care.

The morning light shined on Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids, and he opened his eyes in a bit of a trance, as if he were still lying in his bed, when he saw a strange living room, strange curtains, and strange quilts. He remembers sleeping in a stranger's house, thinking about having to dry a corpse next door, and thinking about escaping from one death yesterday.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped out of bed, his body hidden in pain, his stomach began to scream, reminding him to replenish his energy. Walking to the kitchen, the floor is filled with snack bags and yogurt bottles, standing in the kitchen like standing on a garbage pile.

Open the refrigerator and place all kinds of ingredients neatly, just because it takes too long and is mostly spoiled. There's still plenty of frozen meat and sausages in the freezer below, and the blackout didn't last long and the ice didn't melt. Zhang Xiaoqiang also found a lot of rice flour in the kitchen closet, some corn noodles, green bean noodles and other coarse grains.

“Now, my child! Jiaoshengzheng, I can fry eggs and rice like him.” Zhang Xiaoqiang was amused that the little boy was starving to death watching the white face of rice.

This household uses natural gas. I tried it and it didn't hit me. I should stop breathing. Zhang Xiaoqiang circled in the kitchen and found a small gas tank in the corner behind the cabinet, "Good luck”. Turn on the fire extractor, "Pfft...” The blue flame burns.

Make a full breakfast with all the ingredients left in the fridge. A pot of rice enough for 78 people and all the dishes were eaten by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Touched my stomach and hit a burp, "Am I ready for dinner?” Some incredible. I touched my forehead and the wound I smashed yesterday was scarred.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a bath with bucket water in the living room and changed into clean clothes for the male owner of the household. Sprinkle the flour in the kitchen into bread cakes, cook all the sausage frozen meat and bag it in a backpack.

Pack up and go downstairs until the ground floor. Just outside the public burglary door, a tight and numb zombie was seen, and the zombie smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang, waving his arm into the gap between the fences.

The corpses outside the Iron Gate were squeezed out and a tall figure was revealed. “D2” Zhang Xiaoqiang groaned two words.

“Boom...” The iron door was somewhat deformed, and he turned and ran upstairs.