Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang put his index finger in his mouth, closed his eyes and bit, “didn't bite," and tried to bite again really hard. Draw out the knife than draw down and fear the virus.

The sound of “bang, bang” banging on the door kept coming, and my mind was on fire. Touch around to find sharp objects. As soon as I touched the crossbow arrow, I ripped it off and used the arrow to row it in my hand.

Blood came out of the index finger, Zhang Xiaoqiang stamped blood on all iron doors from the second to the seventh floor and went back to the house to figure out a way.

“You can't go to the roof, you can't run anywhere, you can't be stuck in the house! Anti-theft doors can't hold D2. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the window and looked downstairs at the back of the residential building, surrounded by a wall on both sides. There are no zombies on a small piece of open ground, and the fence can block the windows to death,

“The fence is dead," he complained.

The sound of the door slamming downstairs kept coming. Zhang Xiaoqiang was running around the house like a headless fly. Running to the bathroom, I saw the windows on the wall, more than just one person climbing out.

Remove the fence ventilator from the air window with the hammer. Pushed his head out. “A little high." The distance from the fifth floor to the bottom is about fifteen or six meters.

Pull out the curtains, pull up the sheets, tear them together, and put them down from the air window. “Not enough” Zhang Xiaoqiang flip box reverse cabinet looking for something that can be used as a rope, D2 has arrived downstairs, the vibration of the door has been transmitted upstairs, the photo frame hanging on the wall swing left and right.

“What a pig brain!!” Zhang Xiaoqiang patted his head. Picking up the quilt and pulling off the duvet cover, he went to the children's room to pull the little boy's bed together. “No wonder, I will burn you paper every New Year's Eve.” Zhang Xiaoqiang kept whispering.

“Bang” D2 has begun to hit the iron gate across the street, and Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked and let go of the simple rope. Drop your backpack, satchel, kettle and iron gun. Reach your feet out first and pull your whole body back out.

“Bang, bang, bang” D2 hit the door like he hit Zhang Xiaoqiang, he stuck on the air window.

“Bang” door was broken open and D2 walked in. Zhang Xiaoqiang breathed in and out, slowly retreating out.

“It's only my shoulder left," Zhang Xiaoqiang encouraged himself. His body retreated slightly outward, and his heart lifted slightly upward.

D2 The zombie walked into the living room, into the bedroom, into the children's room until he walked into the bathroom. Zhang Xiaoqiang also had half his head left outside the air window. He was stuck in the air window and the corpse stood under the air window.

The bathroom was not big, the windows were not high, D2 was less than a meter away from his straight line, and Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to make a sound. I pray for the blessings of the gods and Buddha.

D2 sniffed the smell in the air, two claws waving around trying to take him out. A claw rubbed over his head, causing the airflow to stir up his hair silk, floating slightly, and the cold sweat kept coming out.

“Ow...” The zombie couldn't catch him, got angry, waved his arms harder, washed his hands, scratched and torn in a makeup mirror, and all kinds of debris flew into the air. A tiny piece of porcelain rubbed over his face, and soon a little blood bead seeped out. D2 Smells the bloody claws grabbing at Zhang Xiaoqiang's head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's brain was blank. Only two knees slipped on the outer wall. At the moment when his claws grabbed his head, Zhang Xiaoqiang drilled out.

D2 yelled wildly in his ear, Zhang Xiaoqiang slid down quickly, his eyes stared at the air window in fear that D2 would drill out as well. The sheets are tight and loose, and the sheets fixed to the side of the windows are snapped by D2. Zhang Xiaoqiang fell down.

“Zhang Xiaoqiang's back fell on something. He couldn't think too much of it. He rolled a few rounds off the ground and stood up.

An ordinary zombie was struck directly by Zhang Xiaoqiang and fell to the ground. His wrecked coat was marked with XX green and his iron gun pressed underneath him, struggling to climb up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his foot and kicked it on the zombie's head. “Cut” the zombie's neck was kicked off by him. Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the backpack kettle and tidied it up. He took a look around. On both sides is a fence, and a small house full of flower pot clutter is locked tight. There is an aluminum ladder outside the cabin to trim the trees.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned against the wall and climbed onto the wall. Beyond the wall was Riverside Avenue. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped down the wall and looked up and finally escaped.

Shortly after the Riverside Avenue was built, the wide pavement was cold and clear, and countless containers of neat yards could be seen across the sidewalk from the fence. Several gantry doors stand in the middle.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on a lonely road, surrounded quietly, not a single zombie could be seen. To be honest, he hated to kill zombies, so far he has killed many, and there are also more than a dozen evolutionary zombies. Nor did he see himself promoted to level one and a half.

“Without profit, there is no blanket donation. Without good ghosts, there is a willingness to kill a zombie," Zhang Xiaoqiang thought.

Next to the port group is the green belt, along the green belt you can reach the riverside. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked carefully around the occasional zombies in the woods. These are some elderly people working out by the river, not fast. Soon he stood on the edge of the river.

Looking at the broad Yangtze River, the river slowly flows downstream. Green river water is a little bright, with no pollution and emissions from upstream cities. The water quality became clearer and the Yangtze River was a little more alive. Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked along the river embankment, and his mood slowly began to let go.

Not for long, Zhang Xiaoqiang was blocked by the zombies. More than a dozen of them wandered on the embankment in the distance. A row of fishing rods around the zombie face the river. They were ordinary zombies. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to waste steel balls, carrying an iron gun in front of him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fought and killed the corpse by the Yangtze River. Jingshui was still flowing, just like a thousand years ago. Witness the changing times with countless memories and past.

By the river, under the willow, on the embankment, the zombie with him. He leaped, shouted and scolded! The gun walked with the shadow and was in a dragon position. When the last zombie fell, he calmed down.

The zombies landed staggered on the ground. Jiang Feng slowly hid Zhang Xiaoqiang's sweat beads and saw that he could face more than ten zombies alone. His heart was excited. He was thought to have been strangled by six ordinary zombies in his room. To this day he has grown to S! Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little unbelievable.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked along the river. The roads by the river were difficult to follow, and from time to time a sewer drain blocked the embankment, forcing him to detour for a lot of time. It's only half way to dark.

Zhang Xiaoqiang used military shovels to dig up a pit in the sand by the river, which would allow him to punch inside for one night. He shrunk in the sand pit and ate two pancakes and drank a sip of water.

Shaking off the silk thin that came from the fifth floor was tightly wrapped around him. The silk thin was slippery and delicate, but could not stop the wind. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt cooler and cooler in the quilt, and there was no material on the riverside to ignite the fire. It reminded him of the cat stone, pulled it out of his satchel and put it in his chest, and a warmth came out, handed it over to his chest and his whole body warmed up. Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to Jiangshui beat the tide on the shore and slowly went to sleep.