Apocalypse Cockroach

The straight knife in the man's hand constantly crossed with Zhang Xiaoqiang's police dagger. The crisp metal sound made Zhang Xiaoqiang's side of the battle team feel like they were watching a martial arts film. They were not worried about Zhang Xiaoqiang's safety. The machine gun cannon couldn't be killed together. D2 couldn't take Zhang Xiaoqiang, the man in front of them? Far from it.

The previous man and two of his men had been taken to the ground by battle groups, and the strapped woman had been loosened, holding her own children and waiting for her fate. Except for the men whose machine-gunners were laying on the ground watching the front, everyone else's gaze was concentrated on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and Jinjin looked smelly. If it weren't for Zhang Xiaoqiang's identity, I'm afraid someone would have called out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the insane man in front of him very funny, he from time to time crouched the man's blade, leaned against the man gently with his own body, watched the man fall and collide and fall aside, and then the man jumped up and continued to pounce at Zhang Xiaoqiang at the first time like a spring was installed. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang played with the man like a cat to catch a rat, he also had a little admiration for the man, although he was acting very insane, but he had a resilience and an inflexible momentum. If the average person encountered a situation like his, he would have grabbed him, or cut himself with a knife, but this man was still trying, everyone knew that he was going to bite a piece of meat on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body.

“Ha..." the man again drank loudly, the little straight knife in his hand stabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart straight, Zhang Xiaoqiang side retracted half a step, the dagger in his hand chopped on his little straight knife, the serrations on the dagger stuck on the back of his knife, Zhang Xiaoqiang stirred his wrist, the police force on the dagger made the man no longer hold the stable straight knife, the little straight knife broke off his right hand and flew away, saw that everyone here thought the battle was over, the mad dog was pulled out of his dog teeth and his claws were cut off, he had not hurt Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Ah......" The man did not decay for the loss of his weapon, but became even crazier. He opened his arms and pounded straight at Zhang Xiaoqiang. His eyes were red, his big mouth was wide open, his face twisted. Whiteson's teeth bit Zhang Xiaoqiang's neck, Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his right foot and wanted to kick him back. The corner of his eyes saw the man's left hand move, a smaller straight knife was held in his hand. The man took the same approach. He had to greet Zhang Xiaoqiang with his chest and cut open his little strong neck with his right hand. He saw that the heart of the members of the battle group here was like a giant stone. They knew that they could never hide themselves. This man was crazier than a mad dog.

Zhang Xiaoqiang just lifted his right foot, saw something wrong and couldn't even think about it, threw the dagger away, walked across his body and leaned against the man's arms, let the man's knife, holding the man's left arm with his hands and his waist, he threw the man out...

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the claw mark on his face and looked at the young man who could not be afraid to fall far on the ground. His heart was still a little faint. This man was too dangerous. Even if he was thrown out by Xiaoqiang, he still scratched his claw on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face with his right hand. Although he did not have time to work hard, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was still caught with several blood mouths.

The man fell not lightly, he twisted his body on the ground and struggled to climb up, he saw the guy with the gun not far away looked at him laughing, some people deliberately pointed the gun at him, but he was not afraid, he opened his red eyes to look for a target, this time out he did not intend to go back alive, he had always had a desire, a desire to destroy, not knowing since when, maybe he went to secondary school was suspected of contracting influenza A lying next to the quarantine room but nobody came to look at him, maybe the man who had never looked right at his father to make himself constantly resent him, maybe married to the man who had taken care of his cousin since childhood.

He doesn't care about anything, he wants to destroy it, he wants the whole world dead, he wants to see the square covered with corpses, he laughs in the square with a knife, waiting for a burning bullet to send himself to hell, he's always had this idea in his heart, in the university bedroom, he's more than once drawn his sleeping classmate's neck with a straight knife bought from the Internet, like a knife cut off! His space was dark and obscure, he felt a heavy repression, and he had always wanted to seek destruction or self-destruction.

At the end of his life, on the roof of the school, he saw the classmates on the playground being pounded, torn, chewed up by former classmates; a sense of satisfaction that never existed in his mind, he walked down the stairs step by step, he was going to go to the playground and let those crazy monsters tear themselves apart and eat themselves too, he thought it was the best way to die, he hated his body because it was given to him by his father.

He slowly walked downstairs, and sometime a beautiful figure appeared in his head, that was his six-year-old cousin, the cousin who cooked for him, bought him snacks and toys, the cousin who took him out to play, the cousin he loved in silence...

He came back, went through all the hardships, wandered around the edge of life and death more than once, the worst time he was seriously injured could only lie on the ground and die, it felt wonderful before dying, very comfortable, as if everything was not important, things couldn't help but come to mind, the final image was that beautiful figure smiled at him, he suddenly didn't want to die, he was going back, he climbed to the window and licked the rain that splashed onto the window sill, then he found himself changed, speed, strength, with this speed and strength he returned to his hometown.

When his father died, he turned into a zombie. He cut off his head with a knife. He looked at the body under his feet. He had no comfort in his heart. There was only one loss and fear for his cousin. His brother-in-law died. He was cut by his knife a little bit of dark flesh on his body. He cut it very slowly. He didn't know if it was a thousand knives or 10,000 knives. He looked for her white bones in the bedroom. He screamed painfully with her white bones. He hated it. He hated it. He hated all the zombies. He ran out the door with a knife. He was going to kill all the zombies, or he was eaten by the zombies.

Right here, in this room, he saw a girl, a girl running down the street with a pile of food and mineral water, chasing an S-shaped zombie behind her, a girl wearing a red hooded down jacket, the style of the down jacket was familiar, just like his sister's favorite one, and he bought it for his cousin for 500 bucks he earned from the supermarket during the summer, looking at the familiar down jacket, he rubbed his shoulders with the girl, and inserted a straight knife into the head of the S-shaped zombie.

And so he survived, and behind him was always a little tail, the girl in the red down jacket, the girl who looked clear in front of him, the girl named Minan, the 15-year-old sophomore girl, who lived alone for months in his last life with unknown foresight, until he met him...