Chapter 7

On Thursday, January 31, 2013, a month after the outbreak of the virus, Zhang Xiaoqiang also spent 11 days coming down from the roof, still exercising every day, leaping frog from 2000 times to 3000 times now, adding push ups, sit ups, high leg lifting and other projects. Now his main melee weapon is iron gun, and his long-range weapon is MP9 sniper crossbow. Whether it's close combat or long-range combat, he can't be accurate. Only by redoubling his hard work can he survive in more and more difficult days.

The strength of the horse's step forward and the waist driving the arm stabbed the iron gun out through the wrist. Tens of thousands of times of practice in 11 days made Zhang Xiaoqiang master the iron gun more and more skillfully. The daily amount of exercise made his stomach disappear, and there was a muscle mark on his chest. A lot of leg exercise made his body more and more flexible, At least not panting for a few more steps.

Think of the first few days, a lot of exercise makes Zhang Xiaoqiang all over the body ache, sit and stand uneasy, after nearly a week to survive, although it is the end of the world, but at the moment his state is unprecedented good, before he did not know how many years did not exercise!

A lot of sweat every day makes Zhang Xiaoqiang's reserve of water gradually decrease. He can't take a bath, and also makes his body smell bad and ugly. It's very uncomfortable. He doesn't care much. He's used to the smell of corpse. What's worse than the smell of corpse?

"Hoo." Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the iron gun, picked up the mineral water bottle, unscrewed the lid, sipped it at the mouth and put it in his mouth. After a short time, he slowly swallowed it. Although he still felt thirsty, he put the lid on the table and looked at his watch. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He habitually picked up his telescope and came to the window.

The heavy rain has been falling from 11 days ago to now. The sky is like ink with a little light, which makes the people outside the window hazy. The zombies downstairs stand quietly in the rain like poles, covering the whole street. It looks like a strange scene.

With binoculars, we can see the zombies holding their heads and opening their mouths to rain. Although we can't see any expression on the zombies' faces, Zhang Xiaoqiang can feel that they like rain very much. It seems that even their desire for flesh and blood has become less important.

This is a very strange feeling. Zhang Xiaoqiang has never had any sixth sense before, and thinks that the sixth sense is nonsense, but now this feeling appears in his mind inexplicably. Subconsciously, he couldn't help thinking that this feeling was right. He put down his telescope and patted his face with his hand, trying to forget this idea which made him feel strange

Pick up the soft shell "Yellow Crane Tower", draw out a cigarette, light a fire, sit on the bed and look at the smoke curling in the air in a daze. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a strong impulse to have a try. At this moment, the violent gene hidden in his blood overwhelmed his reason. He stood up and found the raincoat.

Wearing a raincoat, Zhang Xiaoqiang went out with an iron gun. Walking through the platform outside the door, he went down the stairs to the first floor. The 11 days' heavy rain made some water accumulate downstairs. The heavy rain diluted the corpse odor in the air. He took a deep breath, as if he hadn't smelled the air without corpse odor for many years. Although there was no smell of corpse, there was a rusty smell like steel in the air.

The zombies in the garden stood in the rain like their companions in the street, with their mouths open. Zhang Xiaoqiang bent over and walked to the garden on tiptoe. The heavy rain kept falling on the puddles under his feet, startling countless ripples. When he raised his feet, he took the small waves in the puddles and turned them into chain rings.

"Thirty meters, twenty meters, he got closer and closer to the zombie, his heart beat faster, his hands holding the iron gun tightened, he took two deep breaths, and continued to lean towards the zombie. Ten meters, five meters, two meters

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood about two meters away from the zombie, raised his iron gun to the head of the zombie, prepared to stab at any time, and carefully observed. The zombie didn't seem to care about Zhang Xiaoqiang standing next to it. He just raised his head and continued to rain. He found that after a few days of rain, the corpse's thin cheeks began to mellow again, there was some meat on his claws, and his bones were not obvious.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back two steps and looked around in the dim light. The number of zombies in the garden increased from more than 30 to more than 40 now. Many of the zombies in the corridor and in the house also came out, and they were all in the rain outside.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back at the retreat, ready to run at any time. He raised the iron gun and stabbed the Zombie's head. Tens of thousands of times of assassination practice have achieved results today. The iron gun stabbed into the Zombie's eye socket and then turned to pull out. The zombie fell on the grass full of rain, and the splashing water flew around.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid to wake up other zombies and ran back. After running more than 10 meters, he looked back and saw that all the zombies were still in the same place. He was immediately excited. It was more enjoyable to kill the zombies who could not move!!!

Looking at the sky getting dark, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed over.

The 21st zombie fell under Zhang Xiaoqiang's iron gun and finally got through the route to the canteen. Now the visibility is getting lower and lower, we must seize the time.Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed in and couldn't touch the light switch. He found a big carton and packed it in no matter what he got. Finally, he stuffed a few cigarettes and it was almost packed. He brought in two pieces of mineral water, tied them up with woven tape, and carried them on his shoulder with an iron gun to go home.

The iron gun carrying water and materials is like a mountain, which makes Zhang Xiaoqiang breathless. The galvanized water pipe is worn on his shoulder, and the burning pain constantly erodes his nerves. He is biting his teeth and walking home step by step, and he can't see the road clearly. The rain was still pouring in, and the rain in January poured in from the collar of his raincoat with a cold and cold air, constantly taking away the heat of his body.

Only insist, insist again, legs have begun to soften, arms carrying iron gun began to tremble. Holding a breath in his heart, he ran home and finally stepped on the platform. Seeing that there seemed to be a trace of strength on the door, he rushed into the corridor with the last trace of strength.

One foot into the building crossing, the other foot is also confiscated, the whole person can no longer hold on, with the iron gun materials fell forward on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the ground desperately panting, hard turned to lie on the concrete floor, looking at the inclined stairs and ceiling, panting.

Seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang eased his breath and sat up against the wall. Mineral water, rice, canned lobster sauce and mud carp, biscuits and cigarettes were scattered around him.

"Oh! ha-ha! Ha ha ha

Zhang Xiaoqiang is laughing loudly and constantly. Laughter kept coming out of his mouth, and tears kept flowing out of his eyes, across his cheek, dripping from his chin, onto his raincoat and integrating with the rain