One thousand meters is enough.
To put it bluntly, zombies are just corpses. They can't swim, and their bodies are stiff, so it's hard for them to float here. Even if one or two really floated here, it's not enough evidence.
They spent the last two days of their seafaring survival in an inflatable boat.
There were sufficient supplies, water and other resources. Except for the need for two people to take turns guarding, the last two days of survival were the easiest of the following twenty days.
Fu Anan bit into another apple and threw the core into the sea with a snap.
Suddenly, there was a "beep" sound in my ears, and a familiar font appeared in front of me -
[You have survived for 30 days and successfully completed this round of "Sailing Carnival". You will receive 10 points and become a contestant.]
What
Fu Anan was just about to ask Fu Yizhi next to her when suddenly a white light appeared in front of her eyes.
When she woke up again, the sea was no longer there. She was already in the supermarket where she worked part-time.
Fu Anan looked at her left wrist, which was empty. Her face was smooth, with no signs of being scratched by the iron.
So was it really a dream? But the game was too real.
"An An, someone's delivering goods outside. Go over and record it." The manager's voice came, waking Fu An An up.
Fu Anan rubbed his forehead and walked out with heavy steps.
The afternoon sun was very strong, hot and stuffy, and Fu Anan felt drowsy from the sun.
A girl in a yellow skirt walked by and bumped into the cargo boxes piled on the ground. Fu Anan subconsciously turned around and suddenly found that this person looked familiar.
"Sun...Cai Yan?"
The girl in the yellow skirt paused, turned slowly, looked at Fu Anan, her eyes empty and lifeless, and then continued walking forward.
As if guided by something, Sun Caiyan stopped at the intersection ahead. The next moment, a speeding truck drove through the intersection, and there was a violent crash. The front of the truck was full of blood, and under the wheels were crushed limbs. Her head was stuck in the gap in front of the vehicle, and her blood was mixed with white slurry.
Fu Anan's mind went blank at this moment, looking at Sun Caiyan's shattered body, watching the police and the ambulance move the body away and clean up the scene. She was confused and didn't know how she got back to the rental house.
After returning to the rental house, Fu Anan began to search the Internet for information about survival games.
Fu Anan took a deep breath, so everything that happened just now was just a coincidence, right
But this is too much of a coincidence.
Fu Anan tossed and turned in bed.
Suddenly the whole room went dark, as if I were in another world, with familiar words floating in the air.
[Congratulations on your success in the first round of the game challenge. The second round of the game will start at 9:10 am three days later.]
It appeared again.
There is a string of small words below this line of words.
[Name: Fu Anan
No.: 211136
Level: 1
Points: 10]
Ten seconds later, the words disappeared, and Fu Anan felt a burning pain on his wrist, and a string of numbers C211136 appeared on it.
“Beep!”
The phone next to me rang, and an app was automatically loaded on it. A pure black icon with the two words "survival" written below it.
Fu Anan clicked on it and it looked like an ordinary forum social networking site.
At the top is a string of numbers that keeps changing—
21066, 20037, 19980, 21068, 19802…
Fu Anan observed for a while and found that the number was constantly fluctuating around 20,000.
What do these numbers mean
(End of this chapter)