Chapter 19

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground, his whole body shrank into a ball. Take out the instant noodles, bite open the package with your teeth, and send them with water. He took five or six bags to breathe. He kneaded his right hand and summed up today's gains and losses,

"It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out for half a day!" Today, he encountered more dangers in one day than he had in the last half of his life, even if he was against the mutant cat last time. The mood of ups and downs also makes Zhang Xiaoqiang feel extremely tired.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also has some admiration for himself. In several fatal crises, he can always escape. The corpses below, together with the fierce D2 like a tank, didn't hurt him too much. It's just a little skin on his forehead‘

"Do I have the potential to be a pig?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought happily.

"Tong..." The access door on the top of the building was knocked open, and a shadow came to this side. It was dark, and nothing could be seen clearly on the top of the building. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know if the zombie is one of the corpses downstairs. He pulled out his iron gun and went forward. When he was about to approach, he tripped over the bracket of a solar water heater at his feet. He fell to the ground on his side. "Isn't it enough for me to play today?" Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed God.

The iron spear in his hand stabbed the zombie. Unfortunately, he lay on the ground and couldn't use his strength. The head of the spear stabbed the Zombie's leg. Zhang Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to kneel on one knee and extend the iron gun to the lower leg of the zombie. The zombie lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"Whoosh..." Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the head of the gun off the head of the zombie.

During the time when he killed the zombie, there was no second zombie on the roof, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a little relieved. On the top of the building, he couldn't see his fingers. He took out a lighter and wanted to light a fire to see how the zombie looked. Unfortunately, the wind was so strong that the fire couldn't be lit.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a hammer, hooked the jaw of the zombie and dragged it into the corridor. Close the wooden door leading to the top of the building and separate the cold wind from the door. He took out the lighter and lit it. With the faint light, he saw the face of the zombie.

This is a female zombie. Her face is dry, black and thin. She can't see her original face. Her clothes are not damaged. She is wearing a fashionable and colorful red down jacket. She is wearing a pair of frosted jeans. "She should be younger before she died." Zhang Xiaoqiang draws a conclusion.

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the wall and came to the seventh floor. He smashed the security door with a hammer, but there was no response. He felt the wall and walked down. He was not afraid of zombies in the stairwell. He had been upstairs for such a long time. Zombies should have been attracted by him. The blood on his body was their navigation light.

To the fourth floor of the stairs, the foot stepped on a soft thing, dark and nothing to see. Zhang Xiaoqiang was so scared that his hair stood up all over his body, and his goose bumps came up one after another! Invisibility scares him, and his fear of the unknown is greater than his fear of D2.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back two steps, sat on the stairs mixed by the stairs, took out a lighter to shine on Zhang Xiaoqiang Liang, the weak flame was blown by the breath of rapid breathing. A small milk white satchel was lying quietly on the stairs. Relieved, he picked up his bag and began to search.

A key, a purse, some foundation lip gloss mascara, a cosmetic product like a nail clipper, eyebrow pencil and so on. Pick up your wallet and open it. There is an ID card, several bank cards, and a few hundred banknotes. On the ID card, a beautiful young woman smiles, "Cao Xiuyun, May 12, 1984." it should have been abandoned by the zombie killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang on the roof of the building!

"She should live here. One of the keys must be the door key." Fortunately, at least you don't have to spend the night on the concrete floor.

"Pa" The lighter was thrown on the ground by him and burned for a long time, which was a little hot. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a light from his satchel again, went down to the fourth floor and tried the key, "no", and then to the third floor, "not yet."“ Is it upstairs? " Back on the fifth floor, "Ka" security door was opened, he carefully into the living room.

The living room is very big, and the decoration is simple. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a flashlight on the Bogu shelf that came into the door. He tried it, but it still works. Looking around with a flashlight, this family uses the structure of three rooms and one living room, a master bedroom, a study and a children's room.

On the small bed of the children's room lies the mummy of a little boy, who is about five or six years old, skinny and skinny. He lies on the bed with his fist, just like a mummy.

"It should have been starvation." Zhang Xiaoqiang went out without looking any more. There are too many tragedies in the last world. Who knows if tomorrow will happen to you? He is not in the mood to be sentimental. All day long, he is struggling for survival. "Too tired" Zhang Xiaoqiang goes to the master bedroom and lies down. He closes his eyes on the big Simmons. That night he was sleeping in someone else's bed, next door lay a mummy, he did not care.

The morning light shines on Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids. He opens his eyes in a trance, as if he is still lying on his own bed. When he sees the strange living room, the strange curtains, and the strange quilt. He thought of sleeping in a stranger's house, of the mummies next door, and of yesterday's close encounters.Zhang Xiaoqiang got out of bed, and his stomach began to cry, reminding him to replenish his energy. Go to the kitchen, the ground is full of all kinds of snack bags and yogurt bottles, standing in the kitchen like standing on a garbage heap.

Open the refrigerator, all kinds of food materials stacked neatly, only because the time is too long, too much deterioration. There are a lot of frozen meat and sausages in the frozen layer below. The power failure is not long, and the ice has not melted. Zhang Xiaoqiang also found a lot of rice flour, corn flour, mung bean flour and other coarse grains in the kitchen closet.

"Children now! Jiaosheng Guanyang, I'm as cosmopolitan as he is. " Zhang Xiaoqiang was amused at the little boy's starvation to death.

This family is using natural gas. After trying it, it should stop. Zhang Xiaoqiang turns around in the kitchen and finds a small gas tank in the corner behind the cabinet, "good luck.". Open the gun, "pop." The blue flame is burning.

I made a big breakfast with all kinds of materials left in the refrigerator. A pot of rice for seven or eight people and all the dishes were eaten by Zhang Xiaoqiang. I felt my stomach and belched, "I'm a bucket?" It's kind of incredible. I touched my forehead. The wound I broke yesterday was scarred.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a bath with bottled water in the living room and changed into the clean clothes of the man. Spread the flour in the kitchen into flour cakes, cook all the sausages and frozen meat, pack them in bags and put them in backpacks.

After packing, he went downstairs to the first floor. I saw a lot of zombies outside the public security door. The zombies smelled the smell of Zhang Xiaoqiang and waved their arms to him.

The zombies outside the gate were pushed away, and a tall figure appeared“ "D2" Zhang Xiaoqiang groaned out two words.

"Bang..." The iron gate was a little deformed. He turned and ran upstairs