Apocalypse Cockroach

Aiming at the large pit 10 meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the torch out of his hand severely, for a second, two seconds, three seconds... ‘Boom...' A fiery flame swept from the big pit, a huge wave of high temperatures swept towards Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yangkel, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yangkel turned around and ran, the heat wave chased behind their asses, until they ran a few dozen meters outside, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yangkel could not feel normal breathing.

The red-haired white flame was nearly ten meters above the ground, the thick black smoke circled over it, and some large pieces of black grey rolled and danced in the heat waves. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the scene in a grand way and was a little stunned. He had not sparked such a big fire. I didn't know the flames were so powerful that I and Yankee almost turned into charcoal-burned sparrows.

Yang Ke 'er saw such a big fire head, opened his mouth straight and stunned. It took him half a day to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang and say a word. Zhang Xiaoqiang was angry with Yang Ke on the spot and wanted to go crazy.

“How so! I'm still waiting to play BOOS, honey. ”

After a while, Yang Ke 'er thought it was too much of a barbecue. Afraid it would affect his bright skin, he turned around and walked to the house. Zhang Xiaoqiang muttered about what to eat at noon. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about Yang 'er. He looked at the flame. He wondered if the flame could handle D2. Who made D2's skin too perverted?

“Ow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" a loud noise came from the Great Pit, a painful cry from D2's baptism that could not withstand the flames. Soon after, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a shock coming from the earth beneath his feet. Although the distant pit was covered by flames, he could still see many sandstones flying up into the sky, which was D2 impacting the dirt wall.

The pit is five meters deep, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not have to worry that D2 will run out, at least before it crashes the earth wall, the big earthquake under the foot is constantly vibrating, it can get lighter and lighter until it does not crash at all.

“Ow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~” D2 made another terrible scream, then it was silent, the more fierce the flame burned, the more proud the flaming tongue swayed in the air.

The corpse itself loses a lot of moisture, and the more resistant it is to the flames, the less resistant it is, even if moisture is 78 percent of the body, the less resistant humans can be. What about a corpse that is no different from a mummy?

The flame burned. In addition to the dry heat flow, there was a strong smell of scorching in the air. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt he was suffocating. He stopped staying in place and slowly looked along the fire pit.

When he saw the buried zombie on the bridge, he found himself on the other side of the fire. The original colour was no longer visible on the bridge, and now the entire bridge had only one colour, black.

That black is countless zombie corpses stacked together. Some of the corpses completely became a piece of meat mud, causing Zhang Xiaoqiang's stomach to start twitching again. However, he had already vomited before, and now naturally vomited. He walked to the bridge. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the standing, upside down, floating zombies in the pond under the bridge. The center of the original deepest pond has now been filled with zombies, and some zombies are standing on the heap of bodies in the center of the pond.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to cross the bridge for reconnaissance. He could see the layer of meat and bones falling on the bridge. He really couldn't find a place on his lower leg. He wanted to walk normally unless he found a large shovel of iron, shoveled off the white bone of meat and sprinkled a thick layer of raw lime. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have that time, and he didn't have that kung fu. He bit his teeth and walked on a sticky pile of meat. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in the meat mud and hypnotized himself. Zhang Xiaoqiang was walking on a thick rug.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt heavy every step he took on the bridge. Every time he lifted his feet, he felt the time was so long, until he stood on the opposite bank and breathed out the pain accumulated in his heart.

Previously lifted halfway up by D2, it is now laid on the floor by hundreds of corpses, and some cigarette magazines and tabloids have been trampled to pieces. The alley between the two towers has always been accessible to the market, with a black mud visible every step of the way on the ground, and several corpses trampled on the bones have lost their vitality on the ground.

Just out of the alley you can see a plastic sheds covered vegetable market, both sides of the alley selling clothes, one selling children's clothes, one selling women's autumn and winter clothes, the most prominent part of the store hanging a women's leather trench coat.

Now there is no roaming of the corpses, a silence within a kilometer range, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on an empty and uninhabited restaurant, the empty and uninhabited restaurant is now particularly silent, looking at everything in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang has a feeling, no corpse, no one, everything here is no different than before the virus eruption, except no one.

The military shoes stepped on the cement floor to make the sound of "Roaring... Roaring..." Occasionally bypassing some scattered white bones, until one of the cement piers stopped. On the cement pier was an old tarpaulin. The vegetables placed on the tarpaulin had become dead yellow, and some lotuses had become coupling dry. Even the easily stored garlic potatoes were sprouted with dried sprouts. Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to walk forward, pursuing the lost time, and walking out without a few infantry shoes suddenly stopped.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned back vigorously. The sprouting garlic and potatoes were still lying on that old tarpaulin. His eyes stared dead at these things. Something was melting in his heart. The melting thing continued to flow to his chest to turn into a word of hope.

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the front of the cement pier and grabbed a petal of garlic and gently touched the tender buds on the garlic. His orbit was somewhat moist, alive, and the late garlic lived. He picked up the potatoes again, and the potato's moisture dropped off so badly, but the first buds on it still drilled the rough epidermis and probed the head, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully observed the surrounding environment half ringing before reaching a conclusion.

There are huge sheds blocking the bright sun, surrounding buildings and former zombies blocking most of the wind outside, and these crops, although they don't have enough moisture, still bud, just transplant them into the soil, take good care of them, and by the time they're harvested, they'll be dozens of times as rewarding, what's more precious?

Zhang Xiaoqiang cautiously held this wrinkly old salty vegetable potato on his palm, and looked carefully at the light on the potato as if it were a light purple crystal. His heart was filled with joy.

“Dang..." There was a beer bottle to the ground from afar. A strong sense of oppression filled Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind. It was also the strange and annoying sixth sense. Zhang Xiaoqiang cautioned against carelessness. He knew that there was always trouble with this feeling every time. This time, he would definitely not be out of the list. Zhang Xiaoqiang drew the Jingwei sword and pulled out the military knife.

His left hand held a knife, his right hand held a sword carefully watched the surrounding area slowly retreating to the alley, the food court remained silent, it was just this silence that made people panic, the noise just appeared to be just a hallucination, but the kind of repressive urgency was getting stronger, this strong sense of urgency was so strong, the previous sense of crisis compared to now is completely hairy rain, this time it is pouring rain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, while cautious, was not afraid. Several life and death crises had come down to grind his mind hard enough. Although he did not know where the crisis came from, he knew that he was now going to become more calm and calm, panicked and unable to solve the problem, and would only give his life away.

He moved slowly with his forefoot palm, trying not to make a sound, just like that, until he exited the market, that dangerous feeling did not diminish in the slightest, but did not increase. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a slight breath in the alley in front of him, as long as he retreated across the bridge, at least there was no complicated terrain, there were not so many obstacles, he could see clearly what the danger was coming from.