There were too many zombies outside the kitchen door, so they used the same old trick again, trying to lure the zombies to the back half of the cabin.
Fu Anan’s room was right in the middle of the cabin!
Fu Anan felt so fucked up inside when he saw the hot music playing from the cell phone not far from his room, summoning a group of ragged, unkempt zombies who were ready to do anything at any time.
Her mental quality over the past 19 years has grown by leaps and bounds in just one month.
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Day 20 of Sailing Survival, 2 a.m.
Fu Anan was taking a short break when he suddenly felt a slight sound above his head.
Fu Anan sat up suddenly, picked up the kitchen knife on the bedside, and looked upward with a fierce look.
Snap—
The ventilation ducts were opened.
Fu Anan took a step back, and the palm holding the kitchen knife began to sweat.
The next moment, the head of the person above appeared first—
A living person, and an acquaintance! A chef who can't even carve a flower properly, relying on luck and looks to become a chef.
Master Fu glanced at the kitchen knife in Fu Anan's hand, flipped his body lightly, and landed on Fu Anan's bed almost without a sound. Master Fu in the kitchen looked around, then looked at Fu Anan and asked in a low voice, "Is there any food and water?"
Fu Anan took out a pack of bread that was about to expire and a bottle of mineral water.
Master Fu took it and unwrapped the bread. His behavior looked elegant and handsome, but he actually finished the bread and drank the whole bottle of mineral water in half a minute.
"Thank you." Master Fu was as aloof as ever and began to survey the surroundings.
Then he took out some extra sheets from the closet, tied them into a long cloth rope, stood on the sofa and tied one end to the upper right corner of the door.
"Come and give me a hand." Master Fu stood in front of the wardrobe and whispered to Fu Anan, "Protect these edges and corners, don't let them bump and make noises."
The saying "looking thin when dressed and having muscular body when undressed" may refer to him.
He was very strong and picked up the wardrobe by himself. He used the things in the room to build a stronger defense line at the door, which made the room look safer.
It feels like this chef can do everything except carving.
"Master Fu." Fu Anan leaned over and asked, "Did you come from the kitchen?"
"Fu Yizhi." The man said calmly, lowering his head to pull out the tool on his waist and wipe it, "There was an internal conflict among the crew. A small group of people took over the kitchen and controlled the supplies. Anyone who resisted them will be killed and thrown out to feed the zombies."
"Can't you defeat them even if you have a gun?"
Fu Anan looked at the pistol that had been polished to a shine and silently put away his kitchen knife.
How could a cook have a gun
"These ones outside... Can we shoot?" Fu Yizhi put the pistol on the table, picked up the apple that Fu Anan had placed on the table and started eating it.
Fu Anan frowned slightly, and seeing that he didn't look like he was going to leave, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"This ventilation duct leads everywhere. Where are you going?"
"Here it is."
"What? No." Fu Anan said without thinking, "I don't have enough food here. Master Fu, you should go to other rooms."
"In the last ten days of the survival game, the difficulty will increase." Fu Yizhi said lightly.
Fu Anan was stunned and immediately played dumb, "What survival game? I don't understand."
(End of this chapter)