Apocalypse Cockroach

Thousands of people who fought on the wall last night went back to the camp for breakfast, they each found a good place to sleep and buried their heads in. Here, regardless of the forces, all the people mixed together to eat and sleep together. Only during the battle did they find their respective commands. Except for the women's barracks who lived together alone, in the previous fields, thousands of people slept on the ground and cried all day, most of them were asleep, and a small proportion of them were not asleep. They had not yet made their way out of yesterday's fierce battle, each sitting on the ground with a rifle, and they did not know what they were thinking.

As a result of the overnight struggle, there was an atrocity in their hearts. They always wanted to find something to vent. Only women could vent it. They didn't sleep. They took out the side food that they had been given in their camps. They went to the temporary camp for women to vent. There was nothing to hide in the camp for the poor. At most, it was a dirty sheet of a bed. They were driven out of their homes, carrying an unworthy household, sleeping in the fields next to the camp by the lake, sleeping in a bottle of fresh water every day, two rice balls.

They were working by the lake, waiting for the daily rice group, it seemed like they were being kept like pigs, but nobody complained, before they were hungry, what they could eat every day was a couple of rice groups mixed with rotten vegetables, here, they didn't have to do anything, they could eat two pure rice groups, luckily, if there was no zombie siege outside, they could go on like this, believe it was happy for them.

Throughout the assembly area, all combatants have a unified supply of meals in the camp. In addition to the rice tube being full and the green vegetable broth being supplied, each combatant receives some side meals, mostly small snacks before the end of the life, although most of them have passed the shelf life, but nobody cares. There are also some dried marinated fish, big black fish bring countless fish meat to the camp. In the end of the life, fish meat is a luxury, ordinary members of the camp can eat it once a week, most of it is made into military food, only supply troops, apart from regular team meals, ordinary militia eat two or two a day.

This resulted in polarization, with regular team members eating fish meat and wanting to throw up, while the average militia was expecting the meal to have fish meat. After the rally defended the battle, other troops were able to eat fish meat, albeit marinated dried fish, which was also a rare delicacy for them.

Some warriors find women with desperate fish dries to vent their abuse and fear. More people eat their share. Although they also want to vent, they dare not mess up. The gathering place now focuses on stability. All the mess chops off their heads, whether they are poor or warriors, they can only look at the women's barracks not far away, smell the wind blowing if there is no female smell, swallow saliva and pass through addiction.

Among these people, a man in a wrecked police uniform was also thinking about looking over there. The 95-style rifle was thrown at his feet casually, holding his legs and looking cold at the curtain pepper coming out of the women's barracks. The curtain pepper had fought for several days in a row, giving her a little more glare, but it was difficult to hide her spectacular style. The tights made her body curve clear. Just looking at the back of the curtain pepper, many people found it hard to feel the heat in their hearts. They greedily looked at the curtain pepper, and their hearts floated, but they only dared to look at it. They all knew that curtain pepper killing corpses was easier than chopping cabbage.

All the men around him looked at each other, only the policeman remained the same from beginning to end. His face was green, without oil and redness, but it looked like a dead face.

Staring at Muppet's playful face, the man's eyes shot a little desire and madness, his eyes were crazy and his face was like a dead tree, making him look a little conflicted.

When Munpei entered the women's camp, the camp door of the women's camp leaned against two assault vehicles with heavy machine guns, everything went back to flat. The warriors who had passed YY were not happy either. They slept in the end. The policeman slowly lay on the ground, covered himself with sheets, passed through the gap between the sheets of the bed, and could see what the policeman was tearing on his face. When not much, a piece of human skin was pulled from his face. The moment it was pulled off, as if the person's face was really pulled off, the black red face muscles were exposed, the eyes in the orbit were huge. The shade of the eyes turned, the madness in the pupils could cool the heart of everyone who saw it. He was Wang Rui, the whole gathering place...

Wang Rui changed his face, like a venomous snake hiding in the team of money to choose people, the poor people in the camp went to get a message in waiting and suffering, a message that made all the bold people suddenly heartbeat, the empty blocks left after the zombies left can allow them to escape from the gathering place, at least not to stay in the gathering place to die, before they were unwilling to escape, because the gathering place was safe enough, now they are waiting to die, if there is no doubt, why not strive?

Outside their sights, the poor decide to act for their own lives when the high levels of the gathering place are at a loss due to the resurgence of the tide.

Perhaps because of the poor's powerlessness, the gathering place despised 40,000 poor people, but less than 100 people were sent to maintain order among them. The 100 men were under the responsibility of two policemen who patrolled the camps with more than 100 armed men with cold weapons. During the day, all the poor were quiet, and during the night, a pair of disturbed eyes stared at those who patrolled the camps.

The clean moon fell from the night sky, making the entire lakeside camp a silver world, and there was also a shadow in the silver world. In the shadow, a pair of crazy eyes stared at the patrol walking under the moonlight, the whole camp was silent, even yesterday's snoring was extinguished. Only the footsteps of the patrol crew rang from time to time, the patrol crew of ten people walked in the field of 40,000 people sleeping, like a couple of ants on a chessboard, these ants were beaten, breathless and swimming on the sleeping ground.

Time slowly passed by, when a cloud of clouds from somewhere shielded the moonlight and darkness reigned on the earth, at a time when a whistle rang from the center and all the patrol crowds blew up, a man with crazy eyes yelled at them like a beast.

At one time, blunt instruments struck the human body, with occasional humming and fragile bone fractures, all the poor in the camp shut up for a while, no one shouted, they covered their ears, lay down on the ground trembling, expecting those people not to drop sticks on themselves, and less than 2,000 people stirred up an earthquake in the entire camp, even if the lakeside camp was less than a kilometre away from them. Even if the heavily armed fighters are closer to them than the lakeside camps, they don't want to be the first birds, they just want temporary security, but they don't want to get angry at the top of the rally tomorrow.

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