Apocalypse Cockroach

Around a kilometre from here, there is a garden building, separated from the outside by shrubs. The previously trimmed long-green shrubs have grown to more than two meters in height and have not been built for a long time. The well-known ends are like flowers that have exploded, blossoming huge crowns and dropping countless branches to cover the roads on both sides.

These shrubs form a huge natural barrier, blocking the corpses from the outside, apart from these shrubs, where vines and other vegetation are even crazier, sealing off all previous walls and gates, making the gardens thousands of metres square look like pristine forests, pre-mortal roads, street lights, flower sheds, stone chairs all covered with vegetation, and only a seven-story building at the centre reveals the upper half.

Half of the building is adhered to by various vines, only the highest three floors reveal some dark outer tiles, with a slight glow in the sun, vegetation climbing on the top of the floor, the middle of the climbing vegetation, a row of solar panels are spotless, reflecting the sun and glowing badly.

A few black dots appeared in the dazzling light, but several men dressed in broken beards, their hair fluttering like beggars, their pupils varying in color, brown, blue, and green, and the color of their hair tends to be yellow.

One of them laid down the telescope in his hand and shook his head and said to those around him in Russian:

“A Tatar, hungry, wanting * a supermarket…. ”

The binoculars in the hands of several people beside him didn't let go, just watched as hundreds of zombies poured into the supermarket, and half a mile later, they also put the binoculars down and shook their heads together.

Different views were expressed at this time:

“He is not Tatar, he is Chinese, his uniform is Chinese... ”

Chinese faces are similar in the eyes of foreigners, as are foreigners in the eyes of Chinese, all these men are clear of colorful beards, and it is not clear who is who for a moment.

One big beard said that, the other big beards looked at him, and then all the other big beards remembered, Zhang Xiaoqiang was wearing his helmet, wearing a combat uniform, and his military shoes and armed belt, and they looked strange at once.

“Are the Chinese going to take it back? Isn't that crazy? What are they going to do with these demons? ”

Demons are what these people call zombies, and those who say it are despised by others, a beard shouting:

“The Chinese are the largest in the world except India. There are two countries in the world that cannot be recovered. One is India and the other is China. I suspect that he is a deserter chased by Chinese demons. He should now be eaten by those demons. We do not have to worry about another dead person, let's remain vigilant... ”

This mustache is slightly older and has slightly more neat clothing. Although he is as thin as the others, he has his own majesty, letting others nod their heads, scattering, occupying the four corners of the roof, and continuing to observe if there are any zombies that might enter the vegetation and enter the garden.

“………. ”

The spinning rat king blade flew back to Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the pile of zombies in the mountains and frowned. Then he measured his position and found that he was not in a tavern, but a huge supermarket. In the large lobby of the supermarket, there were two piles of corpses, one outside and the other inside the supermarket, where ordinary and evolutionary zombies were halfway.

He frowned not at the disposal of the corpses, but at the rate of evolutionary corpses. In the first few months, evolutionary corpses remained at a rate of five percent. Over time, nearly ten to twenty percent of the corpses were killed. This was inland, and it was unexpected that the evolutionary rate of corpses on the sea was 40 to fifty percent, which was double that of inland.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't figure out what the reason was. All he knew was that it had something to do with the zombies at the beach, as did more than a dozen zombies he killed yesterday. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang was anxious to search for materials and was forgotten by him at the time.

Seeing the corpses of these zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang temporarily pressed his heart's worries and searched for something to eat. The supermarket was well stocked. Most of the long and short pieces of meat in the large row of freezers were cut, but all the meat either rotted or was eaten by the zombies or became a hotbed for maggots. Before walking in, he smelled a faint stench.

Beyond that, there are many dairy products, fresh milk, yogurt, cheese, etc., which have already been destroyed in time, either as stones or as unknown objects in powder form, not to mention fresh vegetables.

In addition to this, there are also various kinds of marinated smoked meat that are severely deteriorated and cannot be eaten at all. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not pay attention to these items and looked at the snacks.

In addition to all kinds of meat, dairy products, air-dried, slag bread, and countless drinks, the alcohol is of high and low grade, premium in different packages, crashing into artillery, guns, shells, and all kinds of strangely shaped, sophisticated craft packaging, priced in tens of thousands to thousands, others are unpackaged vodka, these bottles have the largest quantity and variety, and the label ranges from a thousand to a hundred, a large quantity, and a piece of white wine is placed on the back of the display table all the way to the ceiling.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't catch a cold. He walked in the aisle of the supermarket, surrounded by a shelf more than 2 meters tall. There were all kinds of bottle jars with neat yards that didn't know what they were. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't touch these things. He couldn't read the text printed on them. God knows if they were honey or shampoo?

His goal is only one, bagged and canned food, other ignorance, long aisles, at least 150 meters, three of which are in this supermarket, dozens of crossroads between the three main roads, each with a distance of 350 meters, roughly estimated to be at least tens of thousands of square meters.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was shaken by the fireworks of the commodities, his heart flashed a strong greed, put all these things together and took them away. Unfortunately, he did not have Doraemon's belly bag, nor did he have Cactus Kun bag, he could only look at it.

Suddenly, there was a scrolling sound of metal cans in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried a few steps, and walked over to see a canned ocean, which had been neatly stacked together, knocked over by passing zombies, rolled all over the place, and in the middle of the cans, several other zombies were walking.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not take care of the zombie, rushed over to pick up a can of cans, saw the logo above, Zhang Xiaoqiang was silly when he saw it, there were two labels on it, the front was in Russian, on the back was Zhang Xiaoqiang was not familiar with Chinese, the palace burst chicken ding...

“Dang... ”

Smelling the humane corpse kicked the cans towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, one of them stepped on the cans, slammed heavily on the marble floor, the corpse jumped at him, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored, just looked at the cans in turn, all of the Chinese labels “Palace Pop Chicken Ding”, "Oyster Beef”, “Squid Roll”, “Old Meat”, “Phoenix Shrimp”, even sugar and vinegar ribs, let Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth pout.

In a gust of wind, the zombie burst Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the can on the ground and stepped back, let the zombie pass. He grabbed a pan from the shelf beside him and knocked it hard on the back of the zombie. Huge force knocked the zombie down, the zombie still struggled on the ground, and the second came up again.

“When… when…. ”

After two crisp sounds, the first knocked the claws of the corpse open, the second knocked on the back of the corpse's brain again, the pan could not unload the corpse, the corpse heavily fell on the first corpse, the rest of the corpse jumped toward Zhang Xiaoqiang in turn, were all knocked down by Zhang Xiaoqiang three or two times, whether evolutionary or ordinary corpse, then Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed into the can sea and kicked it hard over the corpse's stomach.

The body of the zombie suddenly took off, crashed more than a dozen cans, and heavily fell on the other zombies that rolled together. The next moment, the huge shelf was pulled down by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and countless pans and kitchenware and shelves were smashed onto the zombie, and the seven or eight zombies were pressed against each other, then Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up vigorously and pounded into the sea of the cans...