Chapter 2

Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that half a packet of instant noodles he had just eaten seemed to have been digested. He felt even more hungry. He forced himself not to look at the remaining packets of instant noodles on his desk. He just poured down a glass of water and poured it into his stomach, hoping to get enough water. For the past half a month after the crisis, he woke up every day without thinking about whether his life was a dream, The noodles are finished, the eggs are finished, and there are three bags of instant noodles. It's still a meal and a half bag for two days, a bag and a half a day. In the past, I used to eat two bags of instant noodles and two fried eggs at a meal, but the rice didn't dare to go out to look for food and eat dry rice, otherwise I didn't have the strength to run,

Looking at my stomach, I wanted to lose weight but couldn't, Now he has lost at least 5 kg. It's funny to think about it, but he also feels like crying. Although he is heartless, he still has a younger sister who doesn't know her life and death. She can't let go of her worries. In the past half a month, she just thinks about the past events, the scenes when her parents were reunited with her family, the teachers when she was studying, and Ling Er, who was the first time her classmates moved her heart, I think of the naughty little girl who painted tortoise on his back, his colleagues and friends who used to work, and even the Badong little sister who bought breakfast in the street. Sister's phone has not been able to get through the landline, there is no one to answer, want to come more or less, they do not give up, always hope that a miracle.

Outside the window, the zombies downstairs are still wandering around. Occasionally, you can see acquaintances living nearby. The streets are full of broken glass, torn clothes, scattered bones, all kinds of garbage, and buses burned into shells in the distance. A kind of sad feeling is always tangled in my heart, thinking that I have become a zombie wandering around, thinking that food will do my best to be starved to death, thinking that my relatives and friends will become zombies and eat me alive, turning the sadness into despair. Numbly, he went to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife, pushed the blade slowly to his neck, closed his eyes, and held the handle tightly until he hurt his wrist too hard. He still couldn't draw down his heart. He put down the kitchen knife, held his head against the wall and slid to the ground. Tears kept coming out. He was afraid of death, and he didn't dare to commit suicide.

He hated that he was useless, that reading was useless, that he couldn't work, that he didn't even dare to commit suicide. His mood gradually calmed down, and he thought that 90% of the people had become bereaved, that he was still alive, that 6.3 billion people had been infected, and that he was all right? After a while, he felt better. Looking at his watch, it was more than 10 a.m., and if he wanted not to starve to death, he had to go out to look for food, so he had to fight with the zombies. He went to the front hall to open the curtain, carefully tore open a small piece of newspaper on the glass window and looked outside, The vegetable garden in the middle of the platform was lined with green cabbages. His mouth watered. He moved his eyes away from the cabbages and looked around carefully. There were not many zombies on the platform. The two families opposite his family said that they got through the wall of the platform and opened the door on the balcony. Now the door is open. There are several zombies in and out of each family, There is a zombie walking up and down the stairs of the platform. There are seven in total. Six of them are on the opposite side of the stairs. It takes three minutes to walk from the opposite side. His goal is the cabbage in the middle of the platform.

You can't deal with zombies with bare hands. You have to prepare weapons. There's nothing ready-made at home. When you find all kinds of tools left by his father, the first thing you can see is an eight pound hammer. It's too heavy for him to shake his head. He can't play three or five times. If you can't stand it, you can't stand it. Keep looking, turn out a hammer and try the weight, I went to the kitchen and took a tin pot cover as a shield. I practiced in the living room for a few times. I felt that I was almost ready to start. When I got to the door, I hesitated. I put my hand on the doorknob and took it down for several times. Finally, I thought that it would be better to die of war than to starve. I said, "people die, birds die in the sky, never die forever." I opened the door and went out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang plans to kill the zombie at the entrance of the stairs. It is too close to the vegetable garden. Before the zombie on the opposite side approaches, he takes one minute to get cabbage as much as possible. He is wearing high top military shoes, his father's Woolen army coat and thick leather gloves. Before the zombie rises, he runs to the entrance of the stairs quickly, and a zombie is coming up, Smelling his smell, he sprang at him with his teeth and claws. This was the first time that he saw a zombie from a close distance. The face of the zombie was gray, his eyes were white, his mouth was wide enough to put in a fist, and all his black teeth grew into a miniature triangular scraper, which made people feel cold. A strong smell of corpse came to his face. His heart felt sick and he wanted to spit out. The zombie had already thrown himself on his pot cover shield, which shocked him to step back. The feeling of fighting had come back. He let the shield to the left and lifted his right foot to the center of his chest. The zombie rolled down the stairs. There was no time to think about it. He ran to the vegetable garden to lay down his weapon, Take out the snake skin pocket, grab the cabbages and put them into the bag with the soil. From the corner of his eye, he looks at the zombie on the opposite side and walks towards him step by step. Fast, fast, he breathlessly puts the cabbages into the bag. His hands thrust into the black soil and touch the stem of the cabbage. He can't feel the mud and the juice of the leaves splashing into his eyes. He just wants to pick a few more cabbages. This is food, It's hope! The zombie is not far away from him. He can't be greedy any more. It's time to go. He grabs his pocket with one hand and takes up his arms with the other. He runs to his home desperately. When he sees the entrance of the corridor in front of him, he speeds up again. He steps into the entrance of the corridor and runs to his home.

All of a sudden, the iron door across the door opened, and his neighbor turned into a zombie. The strong smell of corpse came at him. The sharp claw was less than 10 cm away from his eyes. A chill passed through his head from his tailbone. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. He thought of two words in his mind"It's over"

As soon as his legs softened, he sat on the ground, and the shield in his hand flew out. The zombie was empty. His mind was blank, and his feet kicked on the Zombie's legs. The Zombie's weight was unstable, and he turned to him. He rolled aside, and the hammer in his hand hit the zombie desperately, one after another, When he came back to himself, the upper part of the zombie had been smashed by him, the black blood was flying everywhere, and his head was about to explode.

The zombie on the opposite side of the platform is only about 10 meters away from him. Three strong ones walk in front of him, and the three old ladies follow him slowly. When they smell him, they are very excited. For the near foot prey, they are bound to win. He jumps up from the ground, and even has no time to take back the shield. He enters the house with his pocket.

He leaned against the iron door and vomited deeply. His body was splashed with the blood of the zombie. He couldn't bear it. He ran into the toilet and changed his clothes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned out the cabbage in his pocket and piled it neatly on the floor tiles, with a total of 11 pieces more than 20 jin.

The zombies outside are scratching the iron gate. For the first time, Zhang Xiaoqiang has confidence in living