Apocalypse Cockroach

“This is 7982 Military Security. Who are you? Wasn't the superior sent to rescue us, come in, come in, you fuck... of tell me..., who are you... ”

At the corner of a small county town in Sichuan, a well-guarded factory surrounded by mountain walls is engaged in intense fighting, thousands of zombies are crowded together, constantly striking thick iron doors, rust marks on iron doors, various steel plates are welded across the top, like layers of patches, around iron doors, it is eight meters high and thick walls, the walls seem to be made of ancient city bricks, a shirt slammed, a skinny man with yellow muscles standing on top, firing crossbows underneath, arrows like flying locusts, dense numbness into the carcasses, falling in rows of zombies, more carcasses continue to flock, striking rusty iron doors as sound.

Inside the factory it was like a ghost, except for the men and women who resisted on the wall, everyone else was holding iron doors behind the wall, carrying a bundle of arrows to the wall, who were even worse off than those who resisted on the wall, everyone was floating on their feet, and four people were weary with dozens of kilograms of arrows, which were sent to them as they bite their teeth and tremble.

Behind these people, dozens of kids are grinding arrows rusted in their hands with sandstone, the arrows are cut from scrap of all kinds of steel, each arrow has its own curvature and slump, it's hard to grind, these youngest three years old, up to seven or eight years old kids are numb in the face, focus on grinding the arrows in their hands, the sandstone grinds their rough little hands and bleeds the bubbles, but no child feels the pain, they put the bubbles in their mouth to bite, suck. Allow blood and rust powder to continue the work in their hands.

Around them, a few women with dead artemisia were cooking around a large pot, chaotic in it, smelling bad, stirring it with a wooden spoon, a piece of shredded leather rolled up from the bottom of the pot, with eye-wearing belts, a sofa skin, handgun covers, and even a pair of shoes with labour-protection shoes, mixed with stem leaves and fibers from many plants.

If no one believed it was for people to eat, they wouldn't even smell it before the end of their lives, but here, it's the only thing that kept those kids out of their homes, they're almost the same, their brains, their fine necks, their big, inflatable bellies, but on their bloated bellies are ribbed chests, and hemp-like limbs, much like Goblin in those fantastic games.

These children belong to the type of severe nutritional loss. It is not clear when they will die silently. They themselves do not feel how precious they are. They do not care about the fight outside. One pair of eyes just stared dead at the large pots, revealing the eyes of a wolf.

Behind the child is a thick, dirty wooden table with several rusty chassis shells, a long antenna tied to the wooden shelf with grass rope, and around the shelf there are several solar panel-modified battery panels that charge these antique-like devices.

A tall, thin man is biting his teeth off and yelling at the walkie-talkie, his dull voice revealing a shift of hope and despair, a pair of cloudy eyes staring straight at that row of lights about to go out, and once it goes out, it will take three hours to start this damn radio again.

Numerous calls pushed his voice over the battlefield he was fighting outside, just as he was about to despair and prepare to turn off the radio, behind him came two men with huge crossbows, thick lap machetes on their hips, and a Type 54 pistol on their thighs, a little more rugged than any other man.

The two men, who looked tough and similarly thin, rushed to the station and shouted to the man:

“Chief Qi, give us five bullets. That kind of thing is coming out again, you can't let it near you... ”

After listening, Chief Qi immediately threw the communicator on the table, his elbows hugging his head and moaning on the table:

“Where am I going to find the bullet? I told you yesterday when I gave you the 14mm bullet, there are only five left... even if there is no raw material to reload, there is nothing I can do... ”

Chief Qi scratched his dead yellow hair like a bird's nest, also because of the nutritional loss, his hair pulled as hard as he could, falling in a strand, scattered on the tabletop.

Two Chinese characters look at each other and reveal helplessness in their eyes at the same time, then say:

“Chief Qi, it's okay. We can still support it, but are you sure it's true? ”

Faced with the questioning of both of them, Chief Qi did not know how to answer, he had suspected before, the strange signal received yesterday was just a hallucination, but he did not want to give up, so he insisted on calling. Today, the situation of the dead outside is raging, and the factory is so poor that no one knows how long it can last. If Chief Qi did not use the newly received signal yesterday, maybe in the morning, they would have missed.

“Yes, absolutely, I did get it yesterday, it was a signal from the regular army, they are alive, alive and well, they will come soon... ”

Chief Qi's distorted face is like a demon. By God, he swears that words cannot be questioned by anyone else. The two Chinese characters believe it. Only Chief Qi himself does not believe it. He just wants to delay, even if it takes a second, they have persisted for two years. Why not continue?

Suddenly, two different clouds appeared in the sky, causing the three of them to look up together, and when they saw the two drones, they were stuck, stupidly unable to move.

Light spirited drones have oval flat heads, the frame is long and gorgeous, snow white body, eighty-one army badges in the sun shine, when they see the military badges that distribute Jinhui, dry eyes roll out a series of tears, a few Chinese characters slowly kneel on the ground of rare mud pile, despite knees stained with damp mud, just looking up to the sky.

The sweat-killing sound of the wall was completely stationary at this moment, everyone looked up at the sky, someone hugged the crossbow too far, accidentally pulled the trigger, and the flying crossbow flew straight into the sky, at this moment, everyone's heart was lifted.

When they fought in despair, the belief in their hearts that they stood to the end was support from afar, but when this moment really came, no one could feel the truth, they could not believe that it was all true, as if it were just a beautiful dream, and when that crossbow shot straight into the sky, everyone woke up in an illusion that was never real.

The plane was high enough to fly without worrying that the crossbows would hit the plane, the men below lifted their hands together, burst out an unprecedented cheer with too many cries in their cheers, all believing that they were truly saved.

The herd below was chaotic, a tall D2 zombie crashed an ordinary zombie from the outermost periphery. On its way forward, the remains of countless zombies had long been turned into white bones. The battle between this man and zombies had lasted two years, two years of desperate fighting. Humanity had only one last breath left, and there were not many zombies left. Most of those large bone joints had been smashed to the skull, and some of the white bones of the zombies had been wrapped in layers of mesh.

On the wall, in the dense and numb mesh, there are also a number of entangled dead bones, on a further wooden platform, a modified 14.5 mm heavy machine gun with a long barrel pointing powerlessly at the sky, and many heavy machine guns on the platform have become corrosive scrap iron, and a once bright shell casing produces green rust on the platform.

D2 zombies rush straight towards the big iron door, and after countless zombie strikes, the big iron door has long deformed, even the middle seam of the door begins to rise, like an indelible serrated tooth.

The D2 zombies were about to disappear in an instant, and then several rockets with a burning flame hit the zombies heavily. The loud noise spread with the nitrous smoke, and the huge fireball devoured the entire iron gate and everything around it...

The drone sent the image of the small factory back to the surveillance center, Zhang Xiaoqiang was dressed all over his body, his hands were behind his back, Jinjin smelled the crowd cheering on the plane, in the previous explosion, the big iron door was also blown open, but everything at the door was burned by fire, eight rockets were enough to clean up hundreds of dead bodies at the gate, the surrounding zombies could not cross the fire, at the edge of the flame, killed by guard points on the wall.

This is the third stronghold of assistance today, and the woman has not had much contact with those people. All she needs to do is determine if there are still any living people there, and then give back the information there with a satellite atlas. Zhang Xiaoqiang then decides whether to send support.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the map and found himself in a much better position than he thought. This place was previously under the control of the State and did not collapse completely like some marginal areas. Three days ago, the integrator had previously set out with the military of Al-Qaida to clean up the dead under the mountain, and now the two regiments of integrators have entered the city of zombies.

From the low altitude aerial shooting of the drone, the city's zombies were not as many as he imagined, but many of them were found dead bones. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang determined one thing, and the zombies themselves were dwindling. Like natural elimination, all zombies in poor physical condition would be eliminated, or die one day, or become cannon ashes for Z-mortar zombie-driven probes.

Everything is perfect as he envisioned. To a certain extent, the lady has entered the role she should have entered. She can give opinions, calculate the success rate of various events, and there are dark doors in Song Kunhai's hands. As long as the lady cooperates, the base is not worried, even if the new era reappears, she will not be able to escape like the last time.

Now to think about how to get back to Hubei base faster, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't wait, just as he was thinking, the woman standing next to him suddenly said:

“We have contacted Huang Quan, the supreme commander of the cockroach base, who wants to communicate directly with you... ”