Apocalypse Cockroach

The restaurant is not far behind the kitchen there is a small small mountain bag, there are several bungalows on the mountain bag, how can you look at nothing noticeable, then you can see a bamboo pole stretched out on the roof, a red thing on the bamboo pole swayed around, I don't know if my eyes are bad, Zhang Xiaoqiang always thought the red cloth looked like a bra?

Originally suspicious speculation, it has now been confirmed. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up to heaven and sighed, “Mom, you have to smell that again!” Looking forward, thinking left and right, biting his teeth, stomping his feet.

“Mom, just go. How do you find a daughter-in-law when all your children are dead? To be suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain by Sun Wukong? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang found himself a reason not to, and was going to see who the survivors were? Take it and throw it to the chicken farm. What's wrong with you? Goose rice tofu.

Find Yankee's silk scarf and put on the perfume that you can't recognize as a baby by Yankee, surrounded by her nose. Trying to take a breath, “cough cough cough cough..." Zhang Xiaoqiang was choked.

But more than that, the smell of the surrounding corpse disappeared, although the perfume smelled like air cleaner, it was also a fragrance.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't come out of the window in the kitchen. The smoke stain on it made my scalp look numb. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the end of the restaurant and crossed a short wall with a high chest to the back of the kitchen. The grease and sewage on the ground has dried out completely, cracking a slice, and the wall on the right hand side is stained with a layer of oil poured into a thick shell with a very high dimension, which is also hidden in disgusting reflections.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully proceeded along a narrow tunnel, trying not to let those unknown objects of color touch his shoes, bypassing the bubbling garbage drainage pool to a trail, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed the trail like looking behind him,

“# # ¥# %% #...” Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately scolded, the end of the trail behind a rusty billboard, the one Zhang Xiaoqiang was holding, the billboard blocked the road, just bypassing the billboard to reach the parking lot. Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully climbed up and jumped some kung fu is kind of blind.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not say to turn back to the parking lot and let Yang Kel and Yuan Yi follow themselves back to the trail. Dozens of meters to the bungalow door on the mountain bag, several bungalows are surrounded by a wall two meters high, a rust can not see the original painted iron door locked tightly, through the iron door deletion can see the inner door quietly, nothing moving.

“Something wrong?” Zhang Xiaoqiang got up cautiously and someone signaled to bring Yang Kel and them here. When they arrived, there was no movement at all, either it was a trap, or the people in the house were not in one heart, and some wanted to get them out.

After Xie Yuanshan incident, Zhang Xiaoqiang's caution against his compatriots was even more than that of the zombies. Some people, once their hearts were twisted, did more harm to others than to the zombies. Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply repugnant to such people. It was okay for others to happen to him, but it was a disgrace to himself. It was a disgrace for him all his life, and he was willing to find some women to follow him around and not to find men. Women are inherently weak, and as long as they remain strong, they will not rebel.

Unlike men, they will have ambitions. They may kill Zhang Xiaoqiang as the boss because of women, because of power, or for other reasons. Zhang Xiaoqiang's family is too rich. If Brother Long knows that Zhang Xiaoqiang is still hiding tens of thousands of kilos of bacon, even if the casualties are heavy, he must kill him to grab it.

“Pullah” Yang Kerr sticks the horn gun head into the keyhole and rotates it. As the gun head rotates, various tiny parts fly around and fall to the ground, opening the iron door to see a small yard with all kinds of debris, against the wall there is a water table, and a rusty cage drips water.

The bungalow was a little old, the lime powder on the wall fell on the floor to build up a thick layer, the windows were closed tightly, there was nothing outside to see, the house was quiet and there was no movement. Had it not been for the dust on the handle on the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang would have thought it was just an abandoned deserted house.

Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to push down the door, there was no slight motion, it seemed to be something blocked behind the door, then Zhang Xiaoqiang was relieved, it was not a trap, if the trap door would not have to be blocked, the people inside had very little guts, only one man with two women dared not show up, should instead think that he could not clean up Zhang Xiaoqiang, so he would bury his head like an ostrich.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't go to the door anymore, and Yang Kel didn't break it down. Who knows if anyone has a guy behind the door waiting to knock on the stick? He picked up Jingwei's sword and reversed the handle and smashed it against the glass on the window. The shattered glass in various shapes fell to pieces.

“Ah..." A tragic woman's howl came out of the house, Zhang Xiaoqiang slipped into the window and kicked open the door. A four-layer drawer cabinet painted dark red against the door, a little dim in the hall room, the only light shooting from the glass tile on the roof, only three or five pieces of glass tile, the scene in the hall room is shady, even in this gloomy atmosphere the portrait on the wall of the mural looks weird with a smile.

Since Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the house, the woman's screaming never stopped, some hysterical madness. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed the hallway in the hall to the back. The light appeared darker and darker. There was no floor or cement on the ground. It was just loess laid a long time ago. The loess had become solid after many years of treading, and walking on it was very hard.

The pits on the ground were uneven, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked very carefully, in this strange environment a little negligence could kill him, he held the sword in his right hand and touched the wall slowly. Falling and touching, he walked on the rough ground, touching the rough walls, and his hands were stained with dirt. Zhang Xiao Qiangzheng cautioned against any noise around him.

The ancient shady old house, the alarming scream, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's tight nerves, together, is a living horror movie. This shady cold that penetrates the bone marrow gives Zhang Xiaoqiang a sense of crossing into the horror movie.

Through the dark aisle, the front lit up, the bright light poured through the window into the house, walked to an open door, the woman's mad scream was right in the ear, Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear was shocked by the woman's screaming ‘buzz’, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indoors, he was shocked, he felt the whole world was upside down, the scene in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's life experience what a miserable person is. He couldn't help vomiting anymore.

He dared not look closely at the back door and went out. Behind the house was a vegetable plot filled with woody wood with arms. Following the trail between the vegetables, he could walk to a sheep bowel trail on the mountain bag. The sheep bowel trail led under the mountain bag until his gaze was blocked by the bushes beneath the mountain.

A man ran down the mountain along the sheep's bowel trail, wearing an old yellow military suit, a grass green canvas satchel with a drum bag, and a pair of black cloth shoes underfoot. His legs and feet were a little bad, he ran limp, and he couldn't get up fast, when he looked back. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his face clearly.

He was very old, about sixty years old, had to be white, full of wrinkles, his eyes were small, the mouse eyes, the nose was big, bigger than the nose of the old alcoholic who was looking at the chicken coop, he had a goat's beard half a foot long on his chin, and now he was blown close to his chest by the mountain wind coming in front of him. He saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang had chased him out and shouted in fear. He buried his head and ran down the hill.

Zhang Xiaoqiang caught up with him without saying a word. He kept saying, "Make sure to break his bones all over his body." The scene I saw earlier made Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was not a good person, angry. He thought he had become accustomed to tragic. Brother Long and Chen Yi used women as dogs, and let men eat chicken feed did not make Zhang Xiaoqiang feel anything wrong. The big boy who stole eggs was beaten only one breath away and didn't make him feel anything wrong.

Women who have given their body and dignity but are able to eat well, can be sheltered by men, can not be abused by more men. Those who eat chicken feed, though not good, are still alive and can continue to live. They can only blame themselves for not having the guts to eat. Even women can kill zombies without a second look.

Compared to the old man in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that Brother Long was a philanthropist and a group of saints. At least Brother Long will take the survivors back to feed them. It will not be difficult for them to do some rough work on a weekday basis. All the prisoners know that the last generation needs to be as united as possible.

Zhang Xiaoqiang thought for the first time that the word 'animal’ should really be used on this old man, “This damn old man actually eats people. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was young and strong and flew fast. After a few moments, he ran behind the old man and kicked him in the back of his heart. The old man screamed and fell all the way down the trail until he hit the bush on the ground before being stopped.

Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped and walked to the old man. The old man had been fallen without awakening. Only his chest had been flushed together. His right leg had been broken. A broken calf bone penetrated the skin flesh and tore his pants leg out. The miserable white leg bone still had an unevenly sized fascia attached to it, and blood slowly penetrated out to wet the pants leg.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stamped on the old man's stomach, the old man 'wow’ screamed, he opened his eyes to see the calf bone exposed outside shouting a louder scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not hit him anymore, let him look at his broken bone scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not like to abuse others, even yesterday he tried to kill his unsub gave him a pain.

Only Zhang Xiaoqiang, the one who truly lost Heaven, would torture him slowly. Like Xie Yuanshan and the old man in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang made the old man look at his broken leg to cry out despair. This kind of despair from the bottom of his heart is more powerful than Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist and leg intersection.