Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang arranged for Huang Quan to guard the entrance of the slow slope, put gasoline on it, in case of 100,000 emergency, a fire burned out, stood on one side of the dark corner smoking, sat on the ground at his feet full of people, the militia leaned against their backpacks, listened to the flaming cry in the distance, and entered the dream in extreme fatigue.

Not everyone can sleep, and some of the more sensitive or pessimistic people are sitting together and listening, guessing what they will encounter tomorrow, whispering their captain's reprimands, and then the three-story deck goes into silence.

Zhang Xiaoqiang endured physical fatigue, silently smoked cigarettes, tonight everything happened without any warning suddenly, they were passively coping from beginning to end, lost the reconnaissance point, lost the pier, lost the camp, failed the counter-attack pier, the only thing that can be praised is the success of the breakthrough, and at the last moment, lost an excellent militia.

Remembering Liu Biao's tears and begging him to kill his own expression, Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole person was paralyzed against the steel wall like bones, his back brain tightly against the wall, closed his eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to hear it again, followed the cry of the militia behind him when the siege broke out, the loud noise of the big ship explosion, and Liu Biao's plea to himself at the last moment.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned against the wall and did not move. In the darkness beside him, Yuan Yi, standing still, could not hold his breath. He stepped out and stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, looking at him, his eyes were full of care.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes and saw the worry in Yuan's eyes. He squeezed an ugly smile out of his face. He shook Yuan's head so that she did not have to worry. Yuan Yi hesitated for a moment. His slender body slowly came over, slowly embedded in Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms, lowered his head, put his ears on Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart and listened to his heartbeat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held Yuan's delicate body tightly and looked out at the side of the boat with Yuan's will, as if the sky had been burned by flames. At this moment, the two men did nothing but quietly coexist.

I don't know why, holding Yuan's slightly cooled delicate body, asked her about the fragrance between her hair. Zhang Xiaoqiang's worries and anxieties all disappeared, and her heart restored calm, like the lake in the morning, and she couldn't afford a trace more.

At rest, Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole spirit recovered a lot. The various voices previously ignored by him also rang in his ears. He heard the noise of sand when countless mutant shrimp crawled under the boat, the heavy breath of some sleeping militia around him, and if there were no screams in the distance, he finally heard a tempo of boredom.

The muffled sound seemed to be very close. The nearest one was in front of him and seemed to be very far away. The distant one was almost buried in the breath beside him. Zhang Xiaoqiang tightened his heart and the muffled sound came from the boat.

Pushing Yuan Yi out of his arms gently, Zhang Xiaoqiang pressed Yuan Yi's shoulder to listen quietly. Shortly after, he took Yuan Yi's small hand towards the ship's surface building, which had several floors, and the sound was not only from the third floor or the fourth floor.

At the door where the previous zombie burst out, Zhang Xiaoqiang let go of his will, pulled out NP22, turned on the tactical flashlight, and walked upstairs carefully. Yuan Yi pulled out a large reserve military knife from Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist, carefully following him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the steel floor with his toes, crossed the zombie corpse lying on the floor from time to time, through the garbage on the ground, slowly went upstairs, the two walked very carefully, did not make a sound, slowly, they heard more and more noise, it seemed that something was impinging on the iron plate.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped with Yuan Yi. They glanced at each other, bent down and guarded themselves. Together, they walked to the place where the noise was made. Just approaching, Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to pounce out and heard a cry of insidiousness.

It was a man crying, his voice was very strange, at least Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't remember much. He pulled a clear Yuan intention to go over and slowly approached him. He had just walked over a corner. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the light in front, which was the flaming light.

In a small room filled with clutter, there were piles of split wooden slabs on the floor, a small pile of bonfires dyed beside the wooden slabs, and the fuel was just a few framed wooden slabs.

A man was kneeling on the ground with his head against the ground, his forehead bursting with one impact, blood dripping down his cheek and splashing a bloodstain of clubs on the floor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang recognised this person as Ji Yong wearing militia clothes. He performed very well today. He was not to blame for his shooting and killing Liu Biao, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not blame him. On the contrary, he was somewhat grateful. At least he did not have to carry the charge of killing his own people, once on his back, it was his whole life.

“Brother... I'm sorry for you... Brother... whoo..."

Chi Yong knelt on the ground to confess, with a packet of broken cigarettes in front of him. All the cigarettes were lit and laid on the ground. The surrounding green cigarettes slowly rose. Chi Yong kowtowed to Liu Biao's backpack, with a picture of his family's well-being on his backpack. Liu Biao stood with his daughter and his wife, behind him was a dark red taxi.

Seeing this photograph, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew who Chi Yong's brother was and was killed by him himself. Zhang Xiaoqiang's calm mind swept up again. He leaned softly against the wall and looked at the dark corner, silently.

A small, thin hand proactively drilled into his palm, Yuan Yi leaned into his arms, rubbed his chin with his cheek, smelled the cold fragrance on Yuan Yi's face, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed silently: “The end of this son of a...”

At 4: 00 a.m., most of the people on board were asleep. Only the vigilant searchers on the side of the boat, with night vision, were alert to the mutant shrimp herd under the boat. In the hours from 11: 00 p.m. to 4: 00 a.m., the mutant shrimp passed slowly to the boat's side several times, but did not pose any threat to the people on the boat. Instead, they were caught alive.

Not many mutant shrimp can climb to the top of the slow slope. At the top of the slow slope, there is a large step one meter from the boat's side. Here, the mutant shrimp cannot go any further, but can only climb around with double cheeks. At this time, there will be teammates sticking out the steel pipe removed from the car. The mutant shrimp works very well. Whenever steel pipes reach in front of them, they will be clamped together with large cheeks. Once clamped, they will not loosen up, and will be caught on the boat's side like a frog.

The fished mutant shrimp end is self-evident. Being beaten to death by a group is a certainty. The backshell knife does not fit in, but it can be pierced underneath the abdomen. Whenever the mutant shrimp is killed, they are removed and chelated, removed from the crust, and thrown naked onto the side of the ground and piled up, waiting for breakfast.

Searching for a group of five members, fishing for mutant shrimp alternately, most of the people behind them are resting, snoring, grinding their teeth, and mumbling, farting, constantly. Among the many voices, someone can sleep to death, but there is a frightening expression on his face, shaking his head constantly, his body is swinging, and he seems to want to struggle out of the dream.

The squad members patrolling in the crowd walked over, quietly squatted around them, carefully covered their mouths and noses, and woke them up, in order to prevent people from dreaming at night, causing confusion and killing each other. They were all frightened and nervously tightened before going to sleep. Once things changed, they were confused and they would do something extraordinary, which was also the source of the ancient battalion tsunami.

In a small corner of the sleeping crowd, Ikeyong sat on his backpack with a rifle, staring at the revealing star in the sky, not knowing what was in mind, the helmet on his head had never been removed, and no one knew that his head was wrapped in a gauze of red, which was his atonement to Liu Biao.