Due to visual limitations, Fu Anan could not see them.
But the sound of impact from the rear was clearly audible, and a minute later the riot ended with a few screams.
The result is self-evident. The entire cabin was filled with the stench of decay and blood.
Fu Anan lowered his head and wrote it down in his notebook
[Keep absolutely quiet, the door cannot withstand the attack of the zombies.]
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With the precedent of the unlucky guy in mind, all the survivors kept quiet and survived the eleventh day of the voyage safely.
The twelfth day of survival at sea passed safely.
The thirteenth day of the seafaring survival begins at about three in the morning.
There was a sound coming from another room.
"Catch him!"
"Oh my god, I got bit."
"Ah, help!"
Fu Anan suddenly sat up from the bed and leaned over the peephole to look out.
The door opposite opened by itself, and the person inside rushed out covered in blood, followed by his companion who had gone in with him two days ago.
But he has turned into a zombie.
The man rushed out and looked around, banging on the closed door.
But no one opened the door.
Fu Anan didn't dare to open the door.
The man who called for help had lost his ear and was bleeding profusely.
Immediately afterwards, he was knocked down by a yellow-haired zombie.
It was those who had been in hiding after being injured two days ago who began to fall ill.
Some rooms were occupied by people who were bitten two days ago. They started to fall ill one after another, and were either killed by the survivors in the room, or all the survivors in the room died at the mouths of the zombies.
From three o'clock in the morning to six or seven o'clock in the morning, it was definitely a long and dark time for the survivors in the entire cabin.
Fu Anan looked at the gate opposite. She remembered that the fat man opposite had been caught by zombies and there was no movement until now. Is he dead
Fu Anan stopped looking at the room opposite. He stood up, twisted his neck, and started his twice-daily exercise.
There are three sets of radio gymnastics for her to choose from every day.
I don't want to master martial arts, but I want to be able to run faster than zombies when I encounter danger.
Don't let your waist, legs and feet cramp after running for just a few steps. Your body is your capital for survival.
Fu Anan feels that in addition to being lucky, he also has many other advantages, such as paying attention to details and taking precautions.
Among all the survivors in the entire cabin, Fu Anan might be the most prepared.
After doing morning exercises, Fu Anan barely heated up the remaining food in the refrigerator and ate it. He opened the first page of his notebook and crossed out today's date. There were only seventeen days left before he could leave this ghost game.
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Just because Fu Anan can survive doesn’t mean others can do the same.
They were not as well prepared as Fu Anan, and there was not enough food and water in some crowded rooms.
Either starve to death or go out, through the corridor full of zombies, and find food in the kitchen.
Finally, a team started to take action.
Clang—
A throwing sound in the quiet corridor attracted the attention of the zombies outside the door.
The next moment, a powerful song sounded at the end of the corridor. A hurried sound rang out in the corridor, and all the zombies ran towards the corridor. Fu Anan watched the door across the hall open, and several people ran quickly towards the kitchen.
The ringing of the cell phone bought them a lot of time, and several people were successfully transferred.
Fu Anan looked at the zombies that were slow to catch up and then quieted down because they lost their target. He lowered his head and wrote in his notebook: [Hearing first]
With the first one, the survivors in the second and third rooms will move to the kitchen.
(End of this chapter)