Apocalypse Cockroach

The two men walked between the mountain forests, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in front of them, did not relax for a moment, was alert to the movement around him, Meow also cooperated very well, used the knowledge learned in the camp, walked carefully between the various shrubs, try not to make a sound.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly down the hill with a meow. Here, they would not find water, they would go down to the lowlands, the sun rose, illuminate the golden color of the mountains. In the golden ocean, Zhang Xiaoqiang gazed away, behind countless hills, huge lake surface hidden flash, that is their destination.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Meow each made a single eyebrow stick. Zhang Xiaoqiang made it temporarily. When walking, it was used as a cane. When encountering a zombie, it was used to knock the zombie's head.

The hillsides of the mountains are inhabited by people, and there are not many zombies here. They are very unevenly distributed. Sometimes they do not meet one in half a day, sometimes more than a dozen at a time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not put these zombies in his eyes, knocked several of them out of interest, and let meow knock on them.

Meow is not afraid of these zombies. Every time Zhang Xiaoqiang makes a gesture, Meow rushes over. First, he stuck a full eyebrow stick between the legs of the zombie. Don't pour the zombie. Then he severely chopped the zombie on his fragile neck. He fell, never dragged the mud with water. Plus, her own strength is not small. None of the zombies could have walked under her for more than one round.

Meow is not afraid of cluster zombies, like a lone wolf wandering around the zombies, as soon as a list of zombies is found, he jumps on it, stabbing it like an assassination, stabbing it in the chest of the zombies with a stick, when the neck is exposed after the zombies, the next stick with a stronger force, cruelly top the throat of the zombies, just listen to the "click” ground, the zombies can no longer stand.

Meow showed battle talent, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very satisfied, although somewhere between the wanderings was not in place, either too close or too far away, but her mind was very strong, her eyes were wide open, not to let go of any detail, for the timing of capture, at least, much stronger than Yang Keol before gaining power.

Occasionally, Zhang Xiaoqiang also went into some residential houses to look for general. Where, he basically couldn't find what he wanted. There were a lot of white rice noodles. Because they were poorly preserved, most of them were covered in mold spots. Zhang Xiaoqiang had not reached the point where he was going to eat spoiled food.

Most of these houses have also installed tap water pipes, and there are also water sources flowing out of them, not transparent and bright, but a dark red with rust. Zhang Xiaoqiang also does not have the courage to drink this water, can only hope with the mountain.

Along the trail, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Meow went down to the bottom of the mountain. Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to almost all the people's doors and looked behind the house. He didn't find any water source. Instead, he found an old well, which was soaked with a zombie. The zombie had not died, and his whole body was stuck in the well.

Seeing the zombie Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted, after scolding him, he kicked his foot on the zombie's heavenly lid, broke the zombie's neck, and solved the untold pain for him.

“Don't look at me like that.... I'm bigger than you, naturally I drink more than you. Your little one's house will turn into urine if you drink water, it's a waste...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke shamelessly to Meow. In Meow's jealousy and desire, Zhang Xiaoqiang covered the lid of the kettle and shook it for a moment. Listening to the water flowers inside, he shook his head with regret and hung the kettle on his belt.

Meow has become accustomed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's shamelessness. Instead of doing more anger, she sat on the floor with one butt, unable to live. Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to take a few steps. She saw Meow staring at the ground and ignoring her, grabbed her scalp, sighed a long time, walked to her, lifted her up, fell on her back like a sack, and continued to move forward with her two thighs.

All morning, Meow lay on Zhang Xiaoqiang's back. The sun hung high. Zhang Xiaoqiang kept sweating and sweating on his back. A smell of sweat entered Meow's nose. Meow had nowhere to hide. She simply smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's sweaty smell and fell asleep.

By noon, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't stand the sun's roast. He carried meow down to the lowest lowlands of a valley, where there was a green bamboo forest, where he was going to hide from the sun and find something to eat.

Entering the bamboo forest, a hemp grey thing came out in front and ran away. Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at it clearly. It was a fat rabbit. This rabbit was about the size of a dirt dog. Two large ears stuck to the back of his brain and stretched out a section, four healthy, and ran like a flying on a complicated mountain monster. Three or two times, the rabbit disappeared.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the rabbit did not react in the first place, plus he was carrying a meow, unable to reach out and pull the gun. He could only watch the rabbit run into the bush and never see it again.

“Bang...”

Meow was thrown into the dead bamboo leaves on the ground by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw meow and ran to see where the rabbit disappeared, but behind him was a denser bush, dense and numb, not knowing how far it stretched.

“Alas.... bad luck, bad luck, all you dead kids won't walk, or we'll have rabbit meat...."

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and shook his head and complained about meow.

Meow moaned and struggled to lift her head from the dead bamboo leaves on the ground. Her face was covered with all kinds of dead bamboo leaves and tears filled her eyes. Apparently, the previous time, she was not lightly slashed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang gave meow an apologetic look, attracted attention by the things on the ground. The ground of bamboo forest is covered by bamboo leaves all year round, and this is the lowest depression of the valley. There is little sunlight under the roots of bamboo. The old leaves up to dozens of centimetres deep on the ground have an unpleasant moisture, and the fallen leaves also bear black rot.

In the bamboo leaves, a shoots wrapped in a layer of coat, protruding a pointed horn from the dead leaves, these shoots were like a hairy boy, looking at the shoots, Zhang Xiaoqiang was happy, and in this mountain valley, he accidentally found food.

Squat on the floor, remove the thick bamboo leaves, pull out one asparagus root, tear off the coat, a microbamboo without branches falls into Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, the bamboo asparagus green, pinch its root stem with nails, a trace of water can be seen at the opening.

Zhang Xiaoqiang buried his head on the ground, his hands crazily grinding bamboo leaves, countless bamboo leaves flying from his crotch to behind him, he had no idea, at this moment. His image resembled a dirt dog that was pitted on the ground.

Meow also saw what was in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. Apparently, she had eaten that thing before. Meow did not continue to fight Zhang Xiaoqiang in the cold war. She stood up and went elsewhere to shave bamboo shoots.

For half an hour, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to Meow with a pile of skinned bamboo shoots, and saw a strange thing that Meow was massively landing on the ground.