The forum crashed and Fu Anan had to turn on the TV.
The press conference inside was reporting this incident. The official media called these monster-like people zombies. They were the crisis brought about by the ship that departed from Country N and disappeared for three months.
Once bitten, these people will die within a minute. The virus is looking for its prey, so it must be shot in the head to kill it completely. At present, Licheng has suspended airport takeoffs, subways, trains and other transportation. Villages and towns close to here have also begun to evacuate. The nearest army has rushed to set up roadblocks to completely isolate Licheng.
According to the broadcast announcement, there is a rescue station on the road out of the city, which is specifically used to pick up survivors escaping from the city.
Fu Anan looked at the notice carefully, and now it was roughly divided into two situations.
The first one: Stay at home and wait for rescue.
The second option: run away and you will be safe once you leave the city.
Which one to choose
Fu Anan turned around and looked at the things in her room.
There were large barrels of tap water.
A bag of rice.
And then... a refrigerator filled to the brim with vegetable leaves.
The kind without any gaps at all!
If you unfold the map of Licheng again, you will find that to get from the harbor area to the exit of the city, you need to pass through the city center and three other districts. The distance is visibly far.
She didn't know how to drive and the road was so long, so Fu Anan chose to stay without hesitation.
She once again checked her supplies and found a few packs of snacks that the gangsters had "given" her from the sofa and bedside. With careful planning, she could barely hold on for more than 20 days.
Thinking of this, she looked at the water dispenser again.
She had just gotten this water a few days ago and had drunk less than one-fifth of it.
After only half a day, the neighborhood and even the entire street became quiet.
With the wrong example set by the apartment building opposite, everyone spoke and acted very quietly. One could even hear the sound of papers being blown by the strong wind outside, scraping against the ground.
Further ahead, the sounds of explosions, gunshots, screams, and sirens continued to be heard, attracting a large number of zombies with extremely damaged bodies to stagger forward.
With every step he took, a large piece of black, rotten flesh fell off his body.
As the wind blew, the stench of decay began to spread.
The people upstairs didn't even dare to vomit, for fear that making the slightest noise would attract thousands or tens of thousands of zombies.
It was not until six o'clock in the afternoon that the tens of thousands of zombies left. The road outside was full of blood and corpses, and there was no living person outside.
Finally, someone looked around, and the tightly drawn curtains quietly opened, revealing a group of frightened faces behind them.
There were still people alive in the apartment building that was broken into by zombies. He took out a pen and paper and wrote in big words on it, [Help! There are zombies outside my door!]
Many people looked worried, but no one could help him.
All we could tell him was to keep quiet and wait until the police came to rescue him.
Of course, there are some bolder people. In the apartment building on the left, a boy who looks about 16 or 17 years old is holding a card written with a marker.
[I am going to leave the city. Is there anyone willing to run with me? There are troops there. We will be safe there.]
Good night everyone~
(End of this chapter)