Apocalypse Cockroach

Pan Heng for half a day, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally made a decision, still continue to chase, even if he can't catch up with Gus, go ahead and wait for him, so he chose the city with the smallest population, ready to go around the edge.

Zhang Xiaoqiang left the opposite road, Gus was pulling the right hand of only three fingers out of the brain of an S2 zombie, and wrapped him around a dozen sparsely backwards zombie corpses, like petals.

In the daytime, Gus's true face was finally white. Today, Gus was two meters tall, and his leather robe was still there. The hem rose from the calf to the top of his knee, and he changed from a robe to a mid length, revealing two thin, sturdy calves. Gus' appearance also changed, without the original handsome show, and without the horror of being burned by the flames. He looked as if he were Africans with black cheeks and filled with all kinds of weird lines, as if he had been tattooed. If he had looked closely, it would not have been a tattoo at all, but rather, after he had no facial skin, the countless raised dots on his muscles, these dots connected, as if they had been tattooed.

Eyes are still a one-sided eye. Yesterday's single-sided night vision also disappeared. His blood-red pupils were exposed unblocked. The pupils were like lizard pupils. The pupils could not be seen white. They seemed to be embedded with blood-red crystals. A fine stitch was cracked at the center of the crystal. The fine stitches seemed to be formed by countless golden fine sand aggregations. As his eyes rotated, the fine sand in golden yellow also became vivid. When gathered, it scattered, occasionally revealing a small blue dot the size of a green bean hidden in the sand, but his initial pupil color, like a small dot formed after the infinite compression of his pupils.

The biggest change was in his right hand, which had only a few fingers left, now wrapped in a black stratum corneum like the feet of a frog, the three elongated hand bones looked unusually strange, much like the image of an alien's palm in a science fiction work, only the palm of the three remaining phalanges was very flexible, gently smoked, pulled out of the S2's skull, as if pulling out a butter dining knife, waiting for the dead S2 carcass to fall powerless on the ground, Gus opened his palm, but saw the palm center of his hand holding a walnut-shaped yellow brain.

This brain is the brains of S2 zombies. It's not big, it's just a little bigger than duck eggs. For the brains in his hand, Gus seemed very excited. He opened his big mouth and revealed his fangs with scarlet filaments. He sucked the brains into his mouth, closed his eyes and enjoyed this strange taste. A group of S2 zombies who fell next to him could see it. They were all ripped open and pulled out their brains.

After eating the brains out of his hands, Gus deliberately licked the palms of his hands, and the cold and cold eyes were constantly sweeping around him. Suddenly, hundreds of evolutionary corpses were poured out of the back of the building beside him and his teeth clawed against Gus.

Gus' one-eyed pupil widened sharply, revealing the blue color hidden in the sand, and then flashed, showing an uninteresting divine color, waving his right hand, the air in front of him suddenly formed a ten-metre long distortion phenomenon, the next moment, the distorted line suddenly accelerated, passing from dozens of corpses.

“Boom…. ”

The solid middle line of the building blew up countless grays, while the grays splattered, dozens of zombies split their upper body together, like a cucumber broken into two parts, followed by two successive huge air blades from the rest of the zombie chest did not enter, cut them into several sections with the building behind them...

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think that the route chosen was staggered with Gus, nor did he know that Gus had completely turned into a beast. Only a beast would like to eat the brains of a zombie. Not to mention, at this moment Gus, apart from his hatred for the hearts and minds of his people, could not remember anything. He could not remember the identity of his second apostle of the new era, could not remember the nobility of his Juncker nobleman blood, and could not remember that he was still alone.

This is clearly a city that travels to and from the New Era more frequently, with large tracts of white bones and cleared streets on the edge of the city. Of course, the main combat goal of the New Era is not to clean up the city, they are just searching for supplies and eliminating some threats.

Walking in an empty street, looking at the stores that were looted on both sides of the street, Zhang Xiaoqiang immersed himself in an unknown thought, his mind was empty, as if he had been hypnotized by a thousand uniform store images, he had been fighting to rebuild civilization for a long time, the goal of this struggle was not really what he wanted in his heart, it was all under various external influences, forced him to choose.

At first, he wanted something as simple as a hamster, accumulating huge quantities of goods, hiding with people he cared about, no matter how the outside world develops, they can always live a simple and affluent life, a life he dreamed of and yearned for when he was a man.

Time has passed, too many things have happened in two years, countless lives and deaths, millions of corpses have been hanged, and various forces have appeared, causing a bloody storm among the survivors, and countless people have died, either from mutilation or in his hands, or from the mouth of a zombie.

A force witnessed his rise at the time of destruction, he stepped on the corpses of countless people, climbed with more people like peaks, did not know when, he became a big person who could casually deprive others of their lives, did not know when, he enjoyed others' awe and fear of himself.

Countless pieces of blood and flames made him mature while also losing himself, survival. The original goal was merely survival, still, but above survival, it was the continuation of civilization, the revival of Huaxia, and the invasion of foreign enemies. I don't know when, Zhang Xiaoqiang's biggest enemy changed from a zombie to a new era, from a fae to a homosexual.

When he left the Prairie Corps to wander outside, he had begun to reflect, reflecting on what he had done, only a faint concept, just a moment of confusion, to ask himself constantly in his heart, at first wondering, when he was forced to die by Gus to come back to life, he finally understood one thing.

He Zhang Xiaoqiang was not born a natural creature, he was also an individual, a common resident man before the end of his life, he did not have a natural leadership temperament, all his hands, blood and pain in exchange, from a small figure with no foundation to a leader with two forces, a million people, everything is not he is stronger than others, but his luck is better than others.

When he met the new era, after the new era gradually emerged from the surface of the powerful force shocked, the strong man he had previously built had reached the edge of disintegration, and met an opponent who was stronger in strength, technology, productivity, and solo combat ability than his opponent. He was scared, and while scared, he finally recognized himself, all his confidence and pride were clouds of smoke, and he was still him, the homeless man hiding from society.

Walking in an empty street, he remembered the moment he first came out of his home, his mind overlapped at this moment, and many forgotten things came back to mind. Although he had more powerful abilities, better weapons, and a sense of disregard for Type 3 zombies, at this moment he was no different from the man who had just left the house.

New Era, Hubei, Inner Mongolia, China. These nouns go back to his mind and start a storm in his brain, where does he go in the future, how does he find a way for his followers in the global landscape of the new era, how does he get China out of the afterlife, and how does he create a new world for his children?

The more I thought about it, the more my brain ached, the more white bones were scattered in the street, the brittle sound of white bones under his feet, awakened him in my thoughts, when I realized that, not knowing when, I followed the street deep into the city, there were hundreds of zombies in the forest in front of him, the zombies as if they had lost their soul's shell, standing at the street, like a wooden stake.

Seeing the zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and was ready to leave, his eyes through the electronic eye capture equipment, swept to the distance of a bright red, the tall building was far from him, at least three kilometers away, ordinary people could never see this far, even if the bright red color was so eye-catching, it was just a red dot that fell into the eyes of ordinary people, but Zhang Xiaoqiang could see that it was a woman standing in a window, a woman's long red dress floating with the wind, and the hair at her waist was also dancing in the wind, giving a different aesthetic.