Apocalypse Cockroach

Sanzi arranged today's camp on the hill with some people. Today's harvest was abundant. Zhang Xiaoqiang's men found a temporary new tarp for a warehouse in an improvised room. These tarp just provided the best materials for camp construction. Sanzi buried a thick steel pipe in the ground with a straight cup, fastened the steel pipe tightly with a clamp for scaffolding, several steel pipes one after the other, one frame came out, and then used a tarpaulin, a steel wire series, which is a standard improvised house, laying a layer of dry yellow sand on the ground, laying a small tarpaulin, laying a quilt, and keeping it comfortable to sleep.

Honest people can't afford it. He is busy with several people to tie the steel bars and pipes on the ground. As long as the car comes, it can be loaded directly. The two ladies and girls also came out today, wearing small work clothes to help honest people tie together.

The fat chef and several women in the distance surrounded by a large pot, the large pot was erected on an empty oil bucket, a large mouth was opened under the oil bucket, a truncated arm of thick wood revealed half cut out, the wood burning light hidden out, three feet high red flame against the bottom of the pot sprayed out, the flame temperature roasted fat chef was sweaty, he stood by the stove and waved a large stir-fry spoon, from time to time loudly ordered the woman beside him to pour the ingredients into the large iron pot, the smell of stir-fry vegetables was scattered by the wind, whether at rest at this moment, and after the busy smell of the rice, he couldn't help himself to look at the fat chef.

Yang Kel sat on a folding chair on the hillside, listening to the music while watching the busy crowd, she was very comfortable, stretched out a lazy waist to continue watching the busy crowd, there was some burglary in her heart, when she was with Zhang Xiaoqiang, she was always vigorous, sometimes she thought she was in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes‘ Yang Kel = Hard Power? ’I don't need her anymore. It feels good to watch someone else do it. Is that what the boss feels like?

Upper official Qiaoyun sat at the door of the improvised room, there was an ammunition box with iron in front of her, a layer of white cloth was laid on the ammunition box, and the white cloth had broken M1 Garand rifle parts. She was holding the components of the trigger and scrubbing them with a cloth. There was also a bottle of Wang Le to replace the oil. Upper official Qiaoyun's dream was no longer to reach WH, nor to become stronger by men. Her thoughts changed again. She wanted to make her ghostly shooting methods available at any time. She didn't want to be controlled by that weird feeling. Her body had to make her own decisions. She put down the trigger to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was standing at the top of the slope to check the work progress of her hands. He had no idea of the views of the upper official Qiaoyun.

Half-sounding, Zhang Xiaoqiang retracted her sight and continued to maintain the gun. Her feelings for Zhang Xiaoqiang were complicated. She wanted to get too close to him and was afraid to get too close. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought she was a random woman, but she didn't come close. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye to her. She wanted to wait for him to pursue herself voluntarily. She also didn't care how many women he had. Excellent men in the late life were too sad. Only with excellent men's lives and materials could she be guaranteed. Zhang Xiaoqiang showed too much proactive performance towards her. Is he not satisfied yet? The most annoying thing is Zhang Xiaoqiang used to like to play with her a little warmth, but now Zhang Xiaoqiang sees her like a ghost, why? Have you become horrible now?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the busy crowd. There is still a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Now his size is also a board. He also has nearly 100 people running for him. Although he only has more than 20 people who really dare to fight for him, what is this world? This is the end of a lifeless population, so many of his own people can now, when he is content, sweep the corner of his eyes into the sky and fall something.

A human object fell rapidly from the opening of the viaduct, not long distance of 450 meters, Zhang Xiaoqiang's head had just been lifted, that thing hit under the bridge in a 'clear’ sound, then there was no movement except to stir up some dust. Zhang Xiaoqiang only then saw a dozen zombie corpses in different positions under the section of the viaduct, among which there was no shortage of evolutionary zombies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang understood why there were so few zombies in the camp. At 10: 00 a.m., it was precisely time for construction. It was too early for lunch. All the construction workers were on the construction site. The camp except the cook was the custodian of the materials. Zhang Xiaoqiang killed only a small fraction of the zombies on the construction site, and his head was still on the viaduct above his head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the police dagger hanging on his left leg and drew it to his palm. He could see the knife blade with serrations. He couldn't do anything with his hands. He could not do anything without doing it. His self-healing ability was fast, but the pain could not be closed screen! He turns around and looks at his men and wonders if he's looking for someone to cushion his back?

Zhang Huai 'an? Can't be too old, honest? Looking at the honest person who said she was laughing with the young lady, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook her head. Forget it, don't bully the honest person. He swept his gaze away again. Wang Cheng saw Zhang Xiaoqiang around the crowd, thought Zhang Xiaoqiang was looking for someone to do something with, and quickly ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to ask.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Wang Zheng who came running over a little speechless. Haven't seen anyone come to the door to donate blood for free since the end of his life. Now this very frustrated and treacherous Wang Zheng himself came to the door? Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say much, just wanted him to give a little blood, Wang Zheng heard his face white, he didn't say "brush” up the sleeve to reach Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, looked at Wang Zheng, who crooked his head with his eyes closed and bit his teeth, Zhang Xiaoqiang used a dagger to gently draw on the back of his arm, a line of red prints slowly appeared, then seeped blood beads outside, Wang Zheng saw the hairy rain on his arm some suspicion.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not explain, he stood with himself and looked at the viaduct, Wang Zheng unclear, so he squeezed his arms, looked up at the viaduct 40 to 50 meters high above his head, suddenly a black dot appeared at the top of the viaduct, slowly able to see that it was a walking zombie, behind it also appeared a new zombie, they all went to the attraction of the bloody smell under the bridge towards the disconnect.

“Touch...” When the first zombie fell under the bridge, one after the other fell from the bridge, some with a yellow or yellow safety cap on their heads, and the body of the zombie was connected at an altitude of 450 meters in the air to a line that kept falling under the bridge until that line formed a waterfall made up of corpses, not all of which were lucky enough to fall on the ground under the bridge.