("")
Zhang Xiaoqiang came back to his senses, the half pack of instant noodles he had just eaten seemed to have been digested, the feeling of hunger became stronger, he forced himself not to look at the few packs of instant noodles left on the desk, just poured down a glass of water and poured it into his stomach, I hope to be full of water. Since the crisis, I wake up every day for half a month without thinking about it. Is my life a dream? I have finished eating noodles, eggs, and three bags of instant noodles. This is still two days away. One and a half packs per meal, one and a half packs per day, I used to eat two packs and add two fried eggs to a meal, and the rice didn’t dare to move out to find food to eat dry rice, otherwise I wouldn’t have the energy to run, watching the slowly deflate Stomach, I used to want to lose weight but couldn’t lose it no matter what, now I’ve lost at least 5 catties, it’s funny when I think about it, and I feel like crying. It's because I can't let go of my worries. I have nothing to do in the past half a month, thinking about the past, thinking about the scene where my parents were reunited with their families, thinking about my teacher and classmate when I was studying, Ling'er, who made my heart beat for the first time, and thinking about the time when I was in school. The naughty little girl who drew a turtle on his back, and his colleagues and friends who used to work, and even Miss Badong who bought breakfast at the street corner. The younger sister's phone has been unable to get through to the landline, and there is no one to answer it. I think it's bad luck, but I don't give up and always hope for a miracle.
The zombies downstairs outside the window are still wandering around, and occasionally acquaintances who live nearby can be seen among them. The street is full of broken glass, torn clothes, scattered bones, all kinds of garbage, and far away Burnt-out buses. A feeling of desolation is always entangled in my heart, thinking that I also become a zombie wandering around, thinking that the food will be exhausted, I will be starved to death, thinking that my relatives and friends will become zombies and eat me alive, the sadness turns into despair . Numbly, he went to the kitchen to pick up the kitchen knife, slowly put the blade on his neck, closed his eyes, and squeezed the handle of the knife tightly, until his wrist hurt from too much force, and he still couldn't stop scratching. He put down the kitchen knife and leaned against his head. Sliding against the wall and sitting on the ground, tears kept coming out. He was afraid of death, and he dared not commit suicide.
He hated himself for being useless, studying for being useless, not even daring to commit suicide when he was not good at work, and his mood gradually calmed down. He also thought that 90% of the people would become mourners. He was still alive and 6.3 billion people were infected. Is he all right? Is it God’s arrangement? After thinking about things for a while, I feel better again. I looked at the Tianwang watch in my hand and it was already past 10 am. If I want to avoid being starved to death, I must go out to find food. Zombies fight to the death, he came to the front hall and opened the curtains, carefully tore a small piece of newspaper pasted half a month ago on the glass window, and looked outside, the small vegetable garden in the middle of the platform was lined with rows of green Chinese cabbages. His saliva was drooling, and he looked away from the cabbage and looked around carefully. There were not many zombies on the platform. The two families opposite his house said that the walls of the platform were connected to the shed and the door was opened on the balcony. Now that the gate is open, there are several zombies coming in and out of each of the two houses. There is a zombie going up and down the stairs on the platform. There are 7 zombies in total. There are 6 zombies on the opposite side of the stairs. It takes three minutes to walk from the opposite side. His goal is the platform. Chinese cabbage in the middle.
It is definitely not enough to deal with zombies with bare hands. You have to prepare weapons. There is nothing ready-made at home. I found various tools left by his father before. The first thing that caught my eye was an eight-pound hammer. I lifted it and tried it. The strength is not enough, it is okay to play three or five times, then I can't stand it anymore, I continue to search, pull out a hammer, try the weight and weight, go to the kitchen and take a tin pot cover as a shield, and practice a few times in the living room to find it. Looking for a feeling, I was ready to go when I felt that it was almost done, but I was a little hesitant when I got to the door. "Opened the door and went out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang planned to kill the zombies at the stairs first, it was too close to the vegetable garden, so he had to spend a minute to get as much cabbage as possible before the zombies on the opposite side approached. Leather gloves, and ran to the stairs quickly before the zombies showed their heads. A zombie was walking up. It smelled his scent and rushed towards him with claws and claws. This was the first time he saw a zombie up close. The zombie's face was gray His eyes were turned white, his mouth was wide open enough to fit a fist in, and his black teeth all looked like miniature triangular spatulas. A strong smell of corpses hit his face, and he wanted to vomit in a fit of nausea. The zombies had already pounced on his pot shield, shocking him to step back. The feeling of fighting before came back, and he pushed the shield towards As soon as the left gave way to the right foot, he lifted it out and hit his chest, and the zombie rolled down the stairs. Before he had time to think about it, he ran to the vegetable garden and put down his weapon, took out the snakeskin pocket, grabbed cabbages with soil and put them in the pocket. Out of the corner of his eyes, the zombie on the opposite side was walking towards him step by step. Fast, fast, he put the cabbage into his pocket without stopping, and forked his hands into the black soil fiercely to bring out the cabbage. , I can't feel the mud and vegetable juice splashing into my eyes, I just want to pick a few more, this is food, it is hope! The zombies are not far away from him. It’s time to go. He grabs his pocket with one hand and a weapon in the other and runs to the house desperately. When he sees the entrance of the corridor, he speeds up his pace. He steps into the entrance of the corridor and runs towards the door of the house. go.
Suddenly the iron door on the opposite side of the house opened, and the zombie that his neighbor had turned into rushed towards him with a strong smell of corpse. The sharp claws were less than 10 centimeters away from his eyes, and a chill went all the way up from the tailbone Through his forehead, he wanted to yell, but he couldn't make a sound. There were only two words in his mind:
"It's over"
As soon as his legs softened and he sat on the ground, the shield in his hand flew out, and the zombie flew into the air. His mind went blank, and his feet kicked on the zombie's calf. The zombie's center of gravity fell to him, and he rolled On the side, the hammer in his hand desperately smashed on the zombie's body again and again. When he came back to his senses, the upper body of the zombie had been smashed to pieces by him, and the black blood was flying everywhere, and the strong corpse smell was suffocating. His head is about to explode.
The zombies on the opposite side of the platform were only about ten meters away from him. Three strong ones walked in front, and three old ladies mutated and slowly followed behind. They became very excited when they smelled his scent. It was inevitable, he jumped up from the ground, he didn't even have time to retract his shield and entered the house with his pockets in hand.
After locking the anti-theft door, he leaned on the iron door and let out a deep breath. The blood of the zombies splashed on his body made him unbearable, and he hurried into the toilet to change his clothes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the cabbages in his pocket and neatly stacked them on the floor tiles, a total of 11 cabbages weighing more than 20 kilograms.
The zombies outside were scratching at the iron gate, but for the first time, Zhang Xiaoqiang had confidence in his survival.