Apocalypse Cockroach

Many people can't recognize the difference between a D-type zombie and a D2. When a D2 burst into a gathering place, it caused invariant murder, or did the armed police use a number of heavy machine gunners and rocket launchers to kill them? Today, such a strong zombie appears on the stage. Faced with the zombie, another militia wearing military uniform only a short time ago, with steel knife, how can it not make them cold?

Then the crying father shouted for his mother four times, the crowd began to riot, the great turmoil had just started, the large-calibre anti-aircraft machine gun had a huge projectile sound, the 14.5 mm gun was deafening, the tongue of fire erupted from the revolving double-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun mouth placed on the heavy passenger car, tens of thousands of people were frightened by the gunfire, the only thing not frightened, in addition to the firepower group of the gun, there were militia on the platform and type D zombies, the zombies had stood on the platform and stretched their bones, the militia held a knife shield and watched the carcass in front of him.

The militia is just a small figure, never thought that he could achieve any great work. He is just an ordinary person who loves to take advantage of small cheaps and has not too much guts. It is also a misunderstanding to stand here. When the person who picked the person happened to go to the toilet, he came back, the recruiter told the reason for the previous recruitment, and was preaching the reward the camp will give. When he heard what cigarettes, wine, what canned fresh meat, he thought it was a rare opportunity, and he was rushing to say yes.

This promise revealed something wrong. His comrades did not compete with him. Instead, he looked at him with an incredible look. Now his heart was faint. After he knew what he was about to face, such as the shocking nightmare.

Fortunately, the camp wanted to make him a candy tree, not make him a snack. Temporary raids taught him how to fight a D-type zombie for two hours. After two hours, he only learned that the D-type zombie was powerful, not slow, and he didn't remember everything else. Now when he was officially faced, he realized how correct the instructor was, the body of the zombie in front of him was like a man before the end of his life, don't say that he was a zombie now, even if it was still alive, the militia wouldn't dare to say that he could fight, just the military magic of the camp was harsh. Once he didn't want to do it, waiting for him, he would treat the deserters as deserters, and the camp would be the most ruthless, and even the bodies wouldn't be collected.

Facing the D-type zombie, he was sweating all over his head, his legs trembling, the zombie smelled the air, showed an exciting look, jumped at him, facing the D-type zombie, the only thing he could do was to keep falling back until a crisp gunshot was coming from behind him, turning back to his captain aiming at him with a pistol, the captain's face was serious, his eyes were indifferent, in the captain's eyes, he saw death.

The performance of the militia fell into the eyes of the surrounding audience, they knew that the militia was also scared. His expression and psyche were no different from theirs. Seeing here, they felt calm and retracted as much as possible. They did not believe that the militia could kill the D-type zombie. What if the D-type zombie killed the militia and ran down to kill them?

Compared to the fear of the downstairs spectators, the militias on the table felt an unprecedented fear. At this moment, he finally knew why the camp had to choose among them. The camp was telling the people below that it was also human, facing danger, resisting in despair or giving up in despair. If he killed a zombie, it proved that ordinary people also had the ability to kill a zombie. If he gave up his resistance, the camp would let him be killed by a zombie, and then his captain would come up to kill a D-type zombie. He could also be used as a counterfeit material, with the distinction between courage and lack of courage.

Think about it, the zombie has arrived in front of him, waving his big claws at him. At this moment, the only thing he remembers is what he hears most every day: “Raise your shield, that's the only thing you can save your life...”

Big claws pounded heavily on the militia's shield. At this moment, last night's training and his usual training were all forgotten by him. All he knew was that the corpse could not be caught, he did not tilt the shield, to slide the corpse's claws away with a beveled angle, but used his entire body to resist the shield, trying to resist the immense power of the corpse.

“……”

The militia was lucky to crouch the first claw, a breath had not yet breathed, the second claw fell on the shield again, this time, the militia could not hold on, step back, this time, his half body was numb, step out had not yet stood steady, huge force hit the shield severely, this time the militia could not even hold the knife, spray blood fell out.

The militia fell heavily on the floor, his heart ached, another bloodbath sprayed from his mouth, the blood he sprayed drove the D-type zombie mad, the zombie came to the militia, holding his paw down, looking at the swinging paw, the militia a spirit, lying on the ground rolled over to one side, still not stopped, the zombie turned towards him again.

At this point, the militia had already felt Reaper smiling at him and had to look into his captain's eyes, but saw that the captain was taking over the style of longknife steel shield like his and seemed to be preparing for the stage.

He saw only here, the zombie had arrived in front of him, the militia had to roll out again, for five minutes in a row, the militia lying on the ground panting, dizzy, but the zombie followed him closely without relaxation, the militia knew that no one could help him, everything was on their own.

Once again, flashing through the burst of the corpse, the militia took the opportunity to kneel down, sweep around, look for opportunities, sweep their eyes on the corpse, the ground, and their companions below, looking for opportunities to live.

After rolling over several sides in a row, the militia did not find any opportunity on others, when he truly understood that everything was on his own, on stage, besides him, there was only one D-type zombie left between them, and the militia naturally did not want to die itself, eyeing the long knife behind the zombie, which was his only offensive weapon.

The zombie doesn't think that much, it just wants to eat the blood food in front of it, the atmosphere here makes it agitated, the wind brings a lot of human taste, unprecedented natural human taste makes the zombie happy, it is like a mouse falling into the granary, can't wait to eat.

Zombies will never be as tall as humans. They are realistic. Militias that move like rats in front of them will be its first dish. Several triple blasts make zombies agitated, hoarse yells louder than one. Zombies' agitated howls fall into the ears of their bystanders. It sounds like zombies mocking the militias. They see the militias struggling under their zombie claws once and again, as if returning to the day when the virus broke out before, countless people were torn down and devoured in the streets, offices, buses, and shops.

One such nightmare is enough, and countless people struggle from this nightmare to the gathering place, where they would rather be starved to death than go out, and where they are scared to death by that nightmare.

Now the nightmare is re-emerging, they are not looking at the militia struggling under the zombie claw, then the line of life and death under the zombie claw is clearly their own, so instead of looking at it as a bystander, they are looking at it as a substitute, looking at the militia for every peril, happy for every escape.

The game of eagle catching chicks above continues, and the hearts of thousands of people below turn into one. Together, they inhale due to tension, while exhaling for the sake of happiness. Huge amounts of noise are joined together to form a line, and the windows of the big cars that are parked on one side are buzzing.

No one is bored or bored, they even want to keep it that way, the militia will never be eaten, and even some people pray to God that D-type zombies will die of exhaustion themselves.