Apocalypse Cockroach

Seventy-eight shadows came out of each room to look at the situation in the corridor. They had no idea what had happened before. Those people shouted in the corridor with lots of nitrous smoke. The situation in the field was messy. No one could warn them in the first place that the space in the corridor was too closed, and even if it hadn't blown up, they would have been deafened by the explosion.

“Ta-da..." In the sound of shots fired somewhere, countless bullets penetrated the dark smoke, a scream sounded in the smoke, the smoke blocked their sight, those who did not know where the attack came from, they frightened to put a rifle around in the smoke, waiting to be shot or shot.

The sound of the earthquake kept ringing in the corridor, the fluorescent bullets scattered in the nitrous smoke, the walls of the corridor were constantly hit by a bullet in the eye, some dense places had become a bowl-sized hole, a timid man did not shoot, he threw a rifle in his head and sat at the corner of the wall.

Standing in a window, shooting at a distance and firing at close range are two concepts. When the wall around him was cut out with an eye of a bullet, the wallskin of a flying bullet hit the slag in the face, and the whistling bullet flashed in his ear, he couldn't see anything clearly, he couldn't see anything, and he collapsed when he didn't know who was with him or who was the enemy.

The bullet struck the wall on his head, a piece of ash fell on his head like a rain point, a scream sounded in the smoke, a human body to the ground into his ear, he held his head shaking constantly, then his pants a wet heat, a water stain with a stinking smell flowed from under him, and in front of him the gentle blood stream merged, but someone really bled and he urinated.

When all the voices were silenced, in this corridor where the smell of nitro smoke was mixed with the smell of nitro smoke to create a strange smell, which was strange, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not reject, he seemed to have a familiar and familiar feeling, which seemed to be imprinted in his bones, after smelling it again, gave him a sense of destiny for a round, he even felt that he had died in the sand for the last lifetime, bringing this smell to his soul before he died until this world.

“Ka" a new magazine jammed into the barrel, “Wow" the rifle bolt was pulled open, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked with the rifle in the corridor mixed with smoke and blood, the corridor ground was stained with blood, he walked very carefully, the bloody ground was a little slippery, the pieces of leftover flesh that had been blown up in the bloodbath, the broken bone viscera scattered around his feet.

Separation of zombies is two concepts, although the same structure, the same content, looks like tragic people, at least not as rich a look before the zombies die, moreover, the viscera of the zombies is the same as their skin color, even if they were separated, can't see the difference, but the broken body at the foot looks... uh... counts as a bird... don't describe it, lest you see that you can't eat...

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the bloody ground, a limb flashed behind him, he was a little surprised, it seemed that he had hit half a magazine in total, this man died, after shooting, he flashed behind the corner of the wall waiting for the bullet to attack, how to know the noise, but not a single bullet flew out of the hallway, making Zhang Xiaoqiang depressed, where were their bullets?

“Squeak...” his right foot stepped on a bloody rifle, “Wow... Squeak...” the rifle kicked open by his foot and spinning across the ground towards a corner.

“Ah... ah..." a miserable howl rang in the corner.

The timid guy was trembling with his head, the shooting and the rain had stopped long ago, but he seemed to have no idea, a bloodstained rifle was drawn against him on the ground, all the fear erupted at this moment, he rolled his head in a fluid mixed with urine and blood and struggled, as if he was now seriously hurt.

A pair of blood-soaked military shoes stood beside his head, his eyes swept to the big feet, struggling to sit up from the ground, a man poured with blood stood in front of him with a rifle, and the rifle in the man's hand was similarly stained with blood, pointing at his forehead at the mouth of a black hole.

“Hee-hee... are you guys here? Oh... I knew it. I knew you'd come back. You were looking for revenge? Oh... I know... I know... I ate you, you will find me, haha... eat me, eat me... one newspaper and one newspaper..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man talking to himself, he had gone mad, his eyes had no focal length. As he spoke, his saliva drooled out of his mouth and dragged the elder to his chest.

“Touch..." a long flame erupted at the mouth of the gun, the man's forehead burst open, a spiritual lid with hair flew out, and the man with splashed brains fell into the blood-water mixture with an ungodly eye.

“Tick-tock... tick-tock...” Drop the wet blood from Zhang Xiaoqiang's hair along the red hair, and make a slight noise in the blood pour on the ground. This faint noise would have been hard to hear, but it was so clear in the corridor across the body, the smoke, the blood, and the guts spreading on the ground like something fermented odor, mixed together into a smelling strange smell.

Smelling this unpleasant smell, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not even wrinkle his eyebrows. He looked around to find the bodies of the white lords. Seventy-eight bodies lying in the blood pocket were filled with deep bullet holes. Among these bodies was a piece of debris that had been blown up. These corpses could not identify their previous identities and appearances. Zhang Xiaoqiang also did not know whether there were white lords among them.

If you can't find it, lay the rifle across your chest, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and walked forward. The military shoes that fell in the blood pocket splashed a piece of blood. The sole of a military shoe that kept dropping blood water steadily moved forward. Once again, a layer of blood flowers splashed in the blood pocket. Zhang Xiaoqiang went up to the staircase on the third floor.

Several dark blood lines turned up in the stairwell disk. The blood fell into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, constantly dripping blood. He was alert. This was left by the guy who escaped his life on the second floor. Not everyone could escape the chaos just now.