Apocalypse Cockroach

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang's back sweat was all erected, dangerous sense of urgency reached the apex, his heart was unconsciously beating fiercely, he could feel the beating of the heart like a large drum spine on his chest, fierce pressure made his heart panic, came, nothing could think of a side rolling forward, right foot stared at the ground, the whole body leaned forward to the left, left shoulder to the ground, along the left shoulder to the ground force back hips fell to the ground, rolled two turns on the ground to avoid the tearing wind behind him, although the first attack was dodged, Zhang Xiaoqiang's sense of urgency did not end, the heart once again attacked something.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up and half-kneeled, holding the left hand of the military knife and pushing hard on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang used his full strength to carry the Jingwei sword to the rear side and cut it off. “When..." A short shadow blocked him with something, then disappeared. That thing was too fast, Zhang Xiaoqiang half-kneeled on the ground, and the angle of view was not enough. When that thing turned his corner of eyes, it never appeared again.

Zhang Xiaozhang stood up and gazed coarsely and looked around. He didn't know what it was. The shock just now made him nervous. He circled around with his sword to find that thing, or the restaurant, or the shops, or the silent market. At this moment, the quiet market was a little less cold and a little more serious.

The silence was restored around, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to move again, afraid that the sneak attack from behind would happen again, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not afraid of face-to-face contact, even if he encountered D2, he dared to go up and dial, but he was nervous about this godly thing, more nervous than when he encountered D2, who knew where that thing would be, when he would come back again, the unknown danger most nervous him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly inserted the general knife back into the sheath, held the sword with one hand, searched for something that could help him. The speed of that thing was too fast to fight, and any weapon he took was white. As long as it slowed down the speed of that thing, he was confident to clean it up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes slowly swept through the shops. He was looking in his head for something that would make him deal with that thing. It was too fast and not too small. It was best to find a bigger object to wrap it around the whole thing. He looked at all kinds of goods until he saw gold embroidered dark curtains hanging on the walls of a bedding store. His eyes lit up and he remembered the use of a quilt twice the day before yesterday. One time it was used on someone else and one time it was intended for himself by Yuan.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly retreated into the bedding store and pulled a thick curtain from the wall.

Now that he has crossed the alley standing at the bridge, the bridge is still fleshly crossed, but Zhang Xiaoqiang has lost his previous nausea, and he no longer cares about his perceived bearability when his life is at stake.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully weighed the movement around the alley again, saw nothing abnormal, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, shouted, and turned his head and ran to the other bank. The feeling of stickiness was still at the bottom of his feet. This time, due to Zhang Xiaoqiang's massive run, all the messy things flew and splashed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, hands and face.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't realize that all he saw was the parking lot on the other bank, and his footsteps were fast. He didn't do anything extra right now, raised his chest, waved his arms, took a big step, didn't even dare go back, just buried his head on the flesh bridge.

Down from the sky, you can see the roof of a small building next to Zhang Xiaoqiang, a dark shadow quietly shrunk in a corner, it stretched out its ugly nose from time to time to sniff a few times, then moved to adjust its posture. When it was about to jump towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and ran, and the shadow was obviously stunned. When it reacted, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already run into the middle of the bridge, and it was a little anxious, no longer hidden, standing tall and judging the direction of Zhang Xiaoqiang's run, jumped from the upstairs to chase Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped into the parking lot and looked back. When he saw a small figure rubbing against the ground, he rushed towards him. The shadow ran like a wild dog. The speed was strange, and he ran across the bridge. The cumbersome bridge on the bridge did not affect him at all. When he first stepped on the ground, he jumped up and grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang finally knew what it was, it was an S2 zombie, it was super fast, it was quick to move without dragging mud. The biggest difference with an S-type zombie was that it was faster, it was precise to move, but he was vigilant and liked to attack from behind. Although he didn't know how to detect behind the human body, his attack was even scarier. It was an assassin, and at this time the assassin finally walked to the front desk.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that S2 had arrived in front of him, he raised Jingwei sword and drank it loudly to cut it off. This sword was forceful from top to bottom. The shape of Jingwei sword split Hua Shan. At the same time as Jingwei sword split, S2 also waved its claws to Zhang Xiaoqiang. That sword happened to split on the claw of S2.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he had split a sword onto a piece of hardwood, Jingwei sword could easily split even steel bars, but now he is stuck on S2's paw, S2 obviously has not experienced this kind of thing, it has not attacked Zhang Xiaoqiang again, just shaking his arm, trying to throw Jingwei sword off the paw, Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed this rare timing Jingwei sword to drag it down, follow the wrist, the sword stuck on the necropolis paw body slashed that paw blade.

S2 is led forward by Jingwei Sword's force for a few steps. When it stands steady, it then turns to Zhang Xiaoqiang. It is faster than just now, it seems that the pain of claw loss has completely provoked it.

“Jump...” S2 hit the bed with his head on a small, stretched, thick-paced curtain and rushed forward with the curtain. The curtain was large enough to wrap it thoroughly, and the curtain wrapped around the zombie rolled all the way to the ground to form a ball.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was preparing a stab in front of the sword, and a nail with only four blades left ripped open the curtain and drilled it out. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to stab again, the corpse was wrapped in a curtain, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not see what it was doing. If he stabbed his thigh, and his other paw tore open the curtain, he would start scratching blindly again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed a few corners of the curtain on the ground and dragged the corpse into the fire pit. The claws of the corpse grabbed to the cement floor in order not to let themselves be dragged away. The cement floor was scratched out of several mouths by the corpse without being able to go deeper. Zhang Xiaoqiang dragged in front of it. The corpse behind it tried to snap the ground without being able to snap anything. The claws of S2 were behind it, and several deep grooves appeared on the ground. It felt a little animated.

The flames of the fire still burn, but the heads are much smaller. With a strong feeling of high temperature and suffocation, Zhang Xiaoqiang dragged the curtain forward and rolled it forward, then kicked the curtain into the fire pit.