Apocalypse Cockroach

When Yuan Yi saw the shadow he was shooting, he walked lonely in the back of the town center, the shadow that was hiding in the corner crying, the shadow that stood at the gate waving a sword and fighting a rat, all the shadows overlapped and melted together.

Watching him not be a generous shadow, she wanted to melt into his shadow, she shot the last bullet into the crowd, threw herself behind him with a pistol, and held him with her, she decided to die with him, and the mind quickly shifted until the moment he took his hand to the ammunition box, which was rated in the dark ammunition depot.

The rifle had long been emptied and thrown aside by him, and the large calibre pistol in his hand fired six bullets in succession into the mouse, leaving the Desert Eagle with the last bullet pointing to the neat, 70-mm high explosive shell that he had laid around the yard.

A thin figure came running over with a black pistol.

It was him, the guy who tied the big black frame glasses to the back of his head with a fine hemp rope, the long frustrated looking bully Wang Charge, the guy who was read by Zhang Xiaoqiang as a mesh worm, his body was thin and thin, thin he picked up a 70mm high explosive and his head didn't come back to run towards the crowd.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's gaze stretched along his running figure until he saw him rushing into a crowd of rats with an eight-kilogram high explosive bomb.

A big rat climbed up to him and bit him, his yellow army suit turned into a piece of red stained rag, he ignored the rat hanging on him, he ignored the severe pain caused by the wound eaten by the rat, his body spasmed by severe pain, he didn't care about everything around him, once cowardly, the only thing in his eyes was the tunnel that kept gushing out of the rat.

Wang Zhao was carrying a heavy high explosive bomb and constantly struggling to advance in a dense crowd. He could feel his body slowly being eaten away by the rat hanging on him. He could feel the high explosive bomb in his hand getting heavier and heavier. He could feel the intense pain like a wave of giant waves coming at him, as if the next moment he would be knocked down by the wave. All the feelings gathered together were the most desperate.

This despair did not defeat the seemingly cowardly man, who decided from the moment he took that step to pick up the high explosive.

He has always been cowardly in everyone's eyes. Even his parents thought he was a good and cowardly child. Only he knew that he was not. He could watch his parents who had worked so hard to raise themselves and teach themselves how to be human. He gave in, retreated, and everyone bullied him.

The girl he secretly loved also looked down on him, he wanted to resist, he wanted to tell people all over the world that he wasn't afraid, he wasn't afraid of anyone, but eventually he was afraid, when he saw his father, whose back was crushed by life, when he saw his mother's long hair slowly flowering white, he was afraid, he couldn't bear to look at his parents disappointed.

He fell in love, he loved the girl, he liked her laugh, he liked her eyes, he liked her bad temper, he greeted her with all his love, he embraced her with his own breasts, and when the girl nodded to him, he felt like he was the happiest person in the world.

He wanted to tell everyone he knew how good the girl he was with, how cute he was, how much he liked her, yes, everyone, whether his friends or his enemies.

Unfortunately, happiness is short-lived. How does that spoiled girl know that a man is really good? She aspires to flourish, to vanity, to trends and fashion, which he cannot give.

The girl was breaking up with him, looking at the girl's familiar and strange little face, he nodded, his heart was torn in half at a moment, he didn't want to continue in this annoying little town, he went to college outside, worked outside for four years, and when he returned home, the world changed.

When he escaped, he did not know exactly what had happened. He met Lung and them. He knew that all places had changed, people had become zombies. Survivors were struggling to live by the mouths of zombies. The despair of losing their families had not for a day not torn his heart apart. He felt again in the despair of losing his family, without the ease of bondage. No one asked him to clamp his tail and become a human being. No one would teach him to be impudent after being bullied. His heart was free and a freedom of the fallen?????

He joined the snatching squad in the unbelievable eyes of others, men stronger than him, harsher than him, hiding on the side eating chicken fodder, while in the eyes of the outsiders he was eating rice and white rice.

Someone tried to provoke him, tried to bully him, he was not to hold the person and beat him, he vomited blood, the person was stabbed in the heart by the dagger he hid on him, at that time he was the real himself, Zhang Xiaoqiang fell into the ground, others dared not go, he dared, because he felt scared, he was no longer himself, it was the glasses that were bullied and did not dare to speak out, it is not Wang Zheng who can stand here right now.

He has always behaved very respectfully in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. It is truly respectful. He saw that D2 was any person who broke through the wall. He was scared, he was afraid with others. He didn't feel that someone could kill that monster, especially Brother Long, who couldn't even kill him with a rifle. Zhang Xiaoqiang did it. Wang Zhong has since stomped on Zhang Xiaoqiang and followed Zhang Xiaoqiang. He felt that there was running head, because Zhang Xiaoqiang was strong enough and Zhang Xiaoqiang was harsh enough.

When the rat burst out of the ground, he was stunned standing on the guard floor, and others were frightened, including the three sons, who thought they had now controlled the formation of Mountain Mountains, all relaxed, and when they saw the raging crowd run out of the ground, no one was surprised, more desperate.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's rifle shooting woke Wang Zhong. He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang standing steadily underneath the shooting. His heart grew alive. He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's high explosive bomb at his feet. A mood never appeared in his mind.

He grabbed an elite Type 92 pistol not on his thigh, jumped off the guard floor, he couldn't feel the vibration in his legs. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang moving his pistol pointed at the shell, he ran over and picked up the shell. He decided that one person was stronger than a group of people. If he really wanted to die, he would die first.

“Almost there, almost there? ”

Wang Zhao slowly moved into the tunnel with shells in his arms. His body was already filled with hairy rats. The rats kept creeping on him and eating on him. He had become numb to the pain of a while on his body.

He's only protecting two things now: his hand and his eyes, he's holding a shell in his hand, he's holding a pistol, his eyes are looking at the tunnel so that they don't deflect themselves, a big rat jumps out of his chest and jumps on his face, he bows his head, his forehead hits half of the rat, he smashes it into the floating crowd, and finally he arrives.

“Bang????” The crisp sound of a Type 92 pistol rang in the tunnel.

“Boom Lung????????????????” A tremendous rumbling of heaven and earth.

Numerous instantly torn rats flew into the sky in the flaming light.

A huge wave of air swept through the floor and hit the surrounding walls. Many rats were torn directly by the waves, while many more were struck by the waves and brains collapsed on the thick walls.

As the corpses of the blown roasted rats fell, the mice that gushed out into the fountain-like tunnel seemed to have been cut off by the flow of water, and there was no movement other than the constant outpouring of green smoke.