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Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground, his whole body shrunk into a ball. Take out the instant noodles and bite open the package with your teeth, and send it down with water. After eating five or six bags in a row, he regained his breath. He rubbed his fisted right hand while summarizing the gains and losses of the day, "It's a good day at home, but it's hard to go out for half a day!" The sum of the encounters in half a lifetime is too much, even the confrontation with the mutant cat last time was too much. The ups and downs of mood also made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel extremely tired.
Zhang Xiaoqiang also admired himself a little, he was always able to escape in the crisis of mortal danger several times, and the corpse group below combined with the ferocious d2 like a tank did not cause him too much damage. It just scratched his forehead a little bit. "Do I have the potential to be a pig's foot?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought happily.
"Boom..." The inspection door on the roof was knocked open, and a black shadow approached. It was already dark, and it was too dark to see anything clearly on the roof. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know if that zombie was one of the corpses downstairs. He drew out his iron gun and went forward. When he was about to approach, he tripped over a solar water heater support under his feet, and he fell to the ground. "Isn't it enough to play with me today?" Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed God .
The iron gun in his hand stabbed at the zombie, but unfortunately he was lying on the ground and couldn't use his strength, and the tip of the gun pierced the zombie's calf. Slightly blocking the zombie's progress, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to kneel on the ground with one knee, and stretched the iron gun between the zombie's calves to forcefully say goodbye. The zombie lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.
"Whoosh..." Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the gun head off the zombie's head.
During the time he killed the zombies, no second zombie came to the roof, Zhang Xiaoqiang was slightly relieved. He couldn't see his fingers on the top of the building, so he took out the lighter, trying to light it up to see what the zombies looked like, but unfortunately the wind upstairs was too strong, so the fire couldn't be lit anyway.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a hammer to hook out the zombie's chin and dragged it into the corridor. Close the wooden door leading to the roof, keeping the bone-piercing cold wind out of the door. He took out the lighter and lit it, and with the faint light, he could clearly see the face of the zombie.
This is a female zombie. Her face is dry, black and thin, and she can no longer see her original appearance. The clothes on her body have not been damaged. She is wearing a bright red down jacket with a novel style and bright colors, and a pair of frosted jeans underneath. Young." Zhang Xiaoqiang concluded.
Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the wall and came to the seventh floor, smashed the anti-theft door several times with a hammer, but there was no response. Feeling the wall and walking down, he is not afraid of zombies in the stairwell, he has been upstairs for so long, the zombies should have been attracted by him, the blood on his body is their navigation light.
When I got to the stairs on the fourth floor, I stepped on something soft, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything. Zhang Xiaoqiang was so frightened that the hairs all over his body stood on end, goosebumps popped up all over the place! Not being able to see frightened him, and this fear of the unknown surpassed his fear of d2.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took two steps back and sat on the stairs, caught by the stairs. He took out the lighter and took a photo of Xiaoqiang. A small milky white women's satchel lay quietly on the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the satchel and rummaged through it.
A key, a wallet, some foundation, lip gloss, mascara, and other cosmetics such as nail clippers and eyebrow pencils. He picked up the wallet and opened it. There was an ID card, a few bank cards, and several hundred yuan banknotes inside. On the ID card, a young and pretty young woman smiled, "Cao Xiuyun, May 12, 1984" This should be abandoned by the zombies killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang on the roof!
"She should live here, and one of the keys must be a house key." I'm a little lucky, at least I don't have to spend the night on the concrete floor.
"Crack..." He threw the lighter on the ground, burning too long and getting hot. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a bright key from his satchel again, went down to the fourth floor and tried the key, "No", and went to the third floor, "Not yet". "Could it be upstairs?" He returned to the fifth floor again, "click" the anti-theft door was opened, and he carefully entered the living room.
The living room is large, and the decoration is relatively simple. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a flashlight on the antique shelf at the entrance, tried it and it still works. Looking around with a flashlight, this family uses a structure of three bedrooms and one living room, a master bedroom, a study room, and a children's room.
On the small bed in the children's room lay the mummy of a little boy. The boy was about five or six years old. His body was skinny and his bones were lying on the bed with his fists fisted, like a mummy.
"It should have starved to death." Zhang Xiaoqiang walked out without looking again. There are too many tragedies in the last days, who knows if it will happen to me tomorrow? He didn't have the mood to be sentimental, he kept struggling for survival all day, "too tired." Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the master bedroom and lay down on the big Simmons bed and closed his eyes. That night he slept on someone else's bed, and a mummy lay next door, he didn't care.
The morning light hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids, he opened his eyes in a daze, as if he was still lying on his own bed, when he saw a strange living room, strange curtains, and strange quilts. He thought of sleeping in a stranger's house, of the mummy next door, of escaping death again and again yesterday.
Zhang Xiaoqiang got out of bed, his body felt faintly sore, and his stomach began to growl, reminding him to replenish energy. Walking to the kitchen, the ground is full of various snack packaging bags and yogurt bottles, standing in the kitchen is like standing on a garbage dump.
When I opened the refrigerator, all kinds of ingredients were neatly stacked, but most of them deteriorated because of too much time. There are still a lot of frozen meat and sausages in the frozen layer below. The power outage was not long, and the ice did not melt. Zhang Xiaoqiang also found a lot of rice flour, some corn flour, mung bean flour and other coarse grains in the closet in the kitchen.
"The child now! He's so sweet and well-bred. I'm as good at scrambled eggs and rice as he is." Zhang Xiaoqiang was amused at the little boy starving to death while guarding the rice and flour.
This family uses natural gas, but it didn't work after trying it, so the gas should be stopped. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked around the kitchen and found a small gas tank in the corner behind the cabinet, "good luck". Turn on the fire starter, "pop..." The blue flame ignited.
Made a great breakfast with various ingredients left in the fridge. Zhang Xiaoqiang ate a pot of rice and all the dishes that could feed seven or eight people. He patted his stomach and burped, "I've become an idiot?" It was unbelievable. Touching his forehead, the wound from yesterday's crash has healed.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took a bath with the bottled water in the living room, and changed into the clean clothes of the male owner of the household. Spread the flour in the kitchen into a loaf, cook all the sausage jelly, bag it up and put it in your backpack.
After packing up, he went out and went downstairs until he reached the first floor. They saw densely packed zombies outside the public anti-theft door, and the zombies smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's scent, and they stretched their arms into the gap between the fences and waved at him.
The zombies outside the iron gate were squeezed away one after another, revealing a tall figure. "d2" Zhang Xiaoqiang moaned and hummed two words.
"Boom..." The iron door was slightly deformed, and he turned and ran upstairs.