"Master Fu, I've actually always had an immature little idea." Fu Anan said as he obediently dragged the corpses to the door. His eyes drifted over the heads of the two corpses, trying his best not to look at the intestines and internal organs that flowed out after their stomachs were cut open.
Fu Yizhi: "Since it's immature, then don't say it."
Fu Anan: … Then I have to say it.
"I've counted the zombies outside, a total of 169. This number is indeed large, but not so large that we can't control it at all. If we can find a way to turn defense into offense... Is it possible to kill 20 zombies a day?"
"Good idea, go by yourself."
"I...you can't say that!" Fu Anan widened his eyes.
"If you can convince those guys in the kitchen to come out and fight together, then this plan will work."
As soon as Fu Yizhi finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of noise outside the door.
"Damn it, there are still people alive in this cabin! They have attracted all the zombies here!"
Fu Anan was startled when she heard the voice inside, and turned to look at Fu Yizhi, "You just threw a cell phone, right? Where did you throw it?"
"It was just thrown casually, and it seemed to be heading towards the kitchen." Fu Yizhi said lightly.
Fu Anan: ...There is no chance of alliance.
Fu Anan didn't dare to get too close to the door now. She sat in the room listening to the unusual movements in the kitchen until she heard the sound of running outside the door. After several screams, it was quiet outside the door again.
"Did you throw it on purpose?" Fu Anan looked at Fu Yizhi.
"The fourth rule of the survival game: This is an individual game. Don't form an alliance with anyone easily, and don't trust any outsiders." Fu Yizhi stood up, picked up the backpack beside him and put the two bottles of water next to him on.
Fu Anan looked at him like this and asked, "Are you leaving?"
"What else? Share a bed with you?" Fu Yizhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled contemptuously.
How does this person talk
Fu Yizhi looked at the instant noodles handed to him by Fu Anan and took it. "One last reminder. I suggest you don't be too kind."
She's not kind to everyone.
Fu Anan was about to retort, but there was no one in the room. Fu Anan glanced at the open vent and thought it was better to leave. At least she didn't need to be on guard against an outsider at all times.
Bang, bang—
The sound of zombies crashing came from outside again. Fu Anan looked at the zombie corpses lined up at the door. It was terrifying because the zombies were still evolving and they might break in at any time.
Day 23 of Sailing Survival
The zombies banged on the door three or four times. Fortunately, the smell of the zombie corpses at the door prevented them from persisting. However, this also caused Fu Anan to almost stay awake all night.
But compared to her, the smell of living people in the kitchen attracted zombies more. There was a crazy banging sound outside the kitchen almost every moment, and I don’t know how long the people inside can hold on.
But there was one thing Fu Anan was quite sure of at this moment—she had to leave the cabin!
After working as a waitress on the ship for a few days, she had a relatively good understanding of the structure of the entire freighter, so it should be no problem for her to avoid the zombies and get on the deck.
There was a sharp sound of nails hitting the door. Fu Anan frowned uncomfortably, stood up and began to prepare equipment for leaving.
First, I dismantled a table and wrapped the kitchen knife on it with tape. The half-meter-long handle and the large kitchen knife used for chopping bones gave people the feeling of an axe.
It felt pretty good, Fu Anan waved it and then put it aside.
After these days of consumption, two of the six spaces have been vacated. Fu Anan looked around the room and took everything he could use.
(End of this chapter)