Chapter 3

At 7:30 a.m. on January 20, 2013, Zhang Xiaoqiang was awakened by the alarm of his mobile phone. After he got up, he came to the living room and counted the surplus materials as usual. More than half of the cabbage and four or five kilograms of rice he had bought five days ago were left. The cigarettes were gone yesterday. The days without cigarettes made him a veteran smoker.

"Touch" came from the security door.

Since five days ago, the zombies outside the gate have been destroying the iron gate. Their desire and greed for flesh and blood make them guard outside the gate like loyal dogs.

The smell of corpses in the room is strong. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang is used to it. Sometimes subconsciously think that only this smell is normal, before all kinds of is slowly away from him, only the instinct to live.

Go into the kitchen and turn on the induction cooker. Pour the leftover bacon rice into the wok and add water to boil it with the chopped cabbage. Divide it into two parts after cooking, one in the morning and one in the evening.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang, as usual, went to the window of the computer room and looked at the zombies downstairs, at the end of the road, at the dark, heavy and dreary sky. The obscure clouds with a few cold and cloudy breath suppressed his heart and made him feel sleepy when he breathed.

How I wish that a motorcade suddenly appeared at the end of the road. In the colorful carriage stood a line of PLA soldiers, sweeping the despair of the world with their steel guns, driving those rotten zombies into hell and letting them go back to the days before.

Fantasy is fantasy after all, zombies are still wandering around, and Zhang Xiaoqiang still has to worry about food. Go back to the living room and hold your head in both hands to prepare for today's physical training. After being an otaku for a long time, your body will gradually become weak. If you want to live, you have to try your best to improve your physical fitness. Now even a little improvement is good.

Forty seven, forty eight, fifty

。。。。“ Zhang Xiaoqiang vomited a long breath, two hands on the ground, too tired, for a long time did not exercise so. Thinking that the zombie outside the door is still outside and there is not much food at home, Zhang Xiaoqiang takes a deep breath and starts over with his head in his hands.

Put the eight pound hammer in the corner, pick up the towel and wipe the sweat on your face. Two thousand leaps and five hundred swings of eight pound hammer made him very tired. His breakfast was almost digested and his stomach began to cry again.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Xiaoqiang figured out how to solve the six zombies outside the door. He left his shield outside the door. Without defense equipment, he couldn't fight the zombies. The anti-theft iron door opened outwards. He couldn't lock the door in the room. He opened the gap one by one to solve the problem. After a few days of dry food, he couldn't be six to six.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held his head in both hands and scratched his scalp with his fingers. When he thought about all kinds of ways, he still had no idea. When he saw the cigarette box of Huangguoshu on the tea table, he habitually grabbed it and shook it. Then he remembered that it was gone yesterday. After looking at the bottom of the cigarette in the ashtray, I found a piece of white paper and took apart the bottom of the cigarette. I carefully piled the remaining tobacco on the white paper and rolled it up.

I found a lighter to light it, took a sip, and leaned on the sofa to watch the landline telephone in a daze, thinking that I hadn't paid the landline telephone fee for several months? Three months or four months? Telecom business hall that beautiful MM should also become a zombie, right, there are more than 80 yuan of phone charges in the mobile phone to make a contribution to Telecom in vain, he is not a big loss? Mind is full of irrelevant ideas, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes unconsciously from the phone line.

"Wait a minute."

Telephone line? Zhang Xiaoqiang focuses his eyes on the telephone line again, but he can't grasp it.

Staring at the phone line, the brain quickly turned up. What else can a telephone line do besides making calls? He stood up and walked back and forth, looking for a rope. One end of the rope was tied to the doorknob of the security door, and the other end was fixed. If he opened the door again, he would not be afraid that the door would be pushed open by the zombies. If he opened the door, he could get rid of the zombies one by one.

When he wanted to do it, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a thin hemp rope in the storage room. One end of the rope was tied to the iron railing on the window, and the other end was tied to the doorknob with a long distance of 10 cm. It was impossible to use a hammer for weapons. The space was too small to use. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a galvanized water pipe about 1.5 meters long and compared it with the zombie. He felt that its power was too small to deal with the zombie.

Continue to search his father's toolbox, I sigh! Fortunately, his father knows everything. In the 1960s, he went to the countryside to dig canals. In the 1970s, he was the director of an electric machinery factory. Although there were only a dozen people, he was still a collective enterprise. He was also an official. In the 1980s, opening restaurants was the first ten thousand yuan household in a small city!

Unfortunately, his father likes to play, fishing, hunting, no mind in business. His father's fishing rod and shotgun were made by himself. For a time, China carried out severe crackdown on guns. His father was timid enough to throw the handmade front court flint gun into the Yangtze River. Although his father left, all the tools remained.

"Found it.".

Turn out a triangular file. The file has been put for a long time. The body of the triangular file is blackened but not rusted. The tool steel of the 1970s absolutely guarantees the quality.Use a knife to cut the wood handle of the file into the water inlet pipe. Try to be afraid that it will not be safe, and use iron nails to nail firmly at the connection between the water pipe and the wood handle, so that you are not afraid to drop the chain at the critical time.

Everything is ready. Zhang Xiaoqiang stands behind the door and checks his equipment. His military coat has been washed. Unfortunately, it's going to get dirty again today. The tap water has stopped. He doesn't expect to drink it. He also hopes it can wash clothes!

The left hand holds the homemade iron gun, and the right hand opens the door.

"Touch.".......

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed the door again. It was too smelly. The rotting smell of the zombie he killed the other day made him unable to open his eyes.

There is no mask at home, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a wool scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and sprinkled some toilet water on the scarf.

Open the door again, a black claw grabbed to his face, the owner of the claw is trying hard to squeeze in from the crack of the door. This time, when he was ready, he was not frightened. He carefully looked at the zombie. The skin and flesh on the Zombie's paws tightened inward, and the joints were all exposed, like an eagle's claws toward him. His sharp nails stretched back and forth with dry fingers. The zombie desperately tried to put his head into the crack of the door. The skin and flesh on his face were the same as his claws. The deep and protruding cheekbones of his eyes rubbed back and forth on the iron door, as if he wanted to sharpen his head and get in.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held the iron gun in both hands, and the top triangle of the triangular file stabbed the Zombie's eyes fiercely. Holding the water pipe tightly in both hands, he pushed it out. For the first time, he couldn't master the power with the iron gun. He only knew how to stab it out. His brain was dizzy, but his body burst out a blood hidden in his bones. He was excited, and felt as if all the zombies were better than that. He could kill them all.

Another two claws came to him from the crack in the door, and the two claws swayed in front of his eyes to wake him up. He pulled out the head of the iron gun, and the Zombie's eye socket turned into a deep black hole, slowly flowing out with black sticky silk blood. The zombie first fell on the zombie next to him, and then slowly tilted to the ground. His head was facing his white eye without pupils, and a black hole flowing with black blood. The contrast between the two extremes made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel cold.

"There are five more," he said to himself, not going to see the Dead Zombie.

I haven't used a long gun, and I can't master my strength well. He killed the rest of the five zombies with his very shallow shot, and when the last one fell to the ground.

"Dang".

Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the iron gun and let it fall to the ground