Junk Rat

Chapter 13: Learn to survive

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I took the crossbow and the arrow, and said solemnly, "Cheng Yongbo, this thing is powerful, so you have to assure me that you can't use the crossbow against me at any time." Don't know the severity and hurt me by mistake.

Cheng Yongbo nodded vigorously, and said seriously: "Brother Xiaoqiang, I promise!"

I pulled up the bowstring and stuck the crossbow arrow in the launch slot, teaching Cheng Yongbo how to use it.

Cheng Yongbo raised his crossbow bow and buckled his fingers at a row of containers more than ten meters away. With a thud, the crossbow arrow was nailed to the container, and the arrow's tail couldn't help but tremble.

He stuck his tongue out: "Yeah, what a mighty power!"

Seeing a dozen crossbow arrows on the arrow chest, there were about three or four hundred in total, and there was a leather quiver next to it, so I grabbed a large number of crossbow arrows and stuffed them into the leather quiver and hung them on Cheng Yongbo's shoulders.

I thought that this child was not afraid of tigers when he was born with a calf.

My thoughts seem to be a bit selfish and inhuman. After all, Cheng Yongbo will have to face slaughter at a young age, and the people of the Heart of Our Lady must feel unbearable. However, he has learned the skills, which is also a strong blessing for his own survival in the future.

In any case, the cold apocalypse will not be more kind to him just because he is a child, he has to learn to protect himself.

Cheng Yongbo's face became excited from the excitement, and said: "Brother Xiaoqiang, I will use it, let's go out and kill the zombies!"

I smiled slightly: "Speaking of being able to use it, it's still a long way away, but there are a lot of crossbow arrows, and you can take them back and use them again. You are not afraid of wasting it, so you can slowly hone your head in actual combat.

Cheng Yongbo was overjoyed. The actual combat was much more exciting than the boring training. He grabbed a lot of crossbow arrows. The two still went downstairs from the fire escape, preparing to come down from the seventh floor and kill the living dead on the sixth floor one by one.

The fire-proof corridor was quiet, and no zombies came in.

Through observations during this period of time, I found that the IQ of the living dead is very worrying. They don't see a door, they think of being able to push the door in, unless there is some movement behind the door.

Also, if the zombie sees me passing through the corridor through the window glass of the shopping mall, it will only pounce on the window glass, er, er, yelling to catch me, instead of going around the door.

attack.

To sum up with an improper sentence, the world of zombies is all that they can see.

When the two arrived on the seventh floor, there was also a zombie on the corridor on the seventh floor. When they saw Cheng Yongbo and I walk out of the fire door, they screamed with excitement and strode over.

Cheng Yongbo aimed at the crossbow bow, and with a swish, the crossbow arrow flew over the zombie's head, at least three feet high.

He smiled embarrassingly, drew up the bowstring with difficulty, took aim carefully, and another arrow was still missed. Cheng Yongbo saw the zombies getting closer and closer, and he was panicked. , More at a loss, jumped behind me in one step.

I raised the crossbow, killed the zombies, and brought Cheng Yongbo over: "What to hide? Can you hide?"

Cheng Yongbo's face blushed, he walked to the edge of the corridor, lay down on the ground, and aimed at the zombies on the sixth floor. This child has a sense of arrogance.

There were more zombies in the corridors and terraces on the sixth floor than before, about 80 or 90.

It should be the sunlight from the skylight of the dome, which brought out the zombies who had been chasing us earlier.

I also got down next to Cheng Yongbo, shooting a steel ball to destroy the zombies, and at the same time teaching a trick to bravely fighting.

There is a personal companion, although it is only a child, and he cannot be expected to help much, but the feeling of loneliness is greatly reduced after all.

Steel balls and crossbow arrows continued to fly down, and the number of corpses on the sixth floor became less and less. After noon, there were still ten or twenty.

Both of them were hungry. I greeted Cheng Yongbo. They climbed back a few steps, got up and walked to the door of the mall. I pulled out a wooden stick and walked in.

In order to prevent the zombies who came up accidentally from entering the mall, I put sticks on the gates of the mall. When the zombies came up, they could only go up in the corridors and terraces for easy destruction.

The shelves in the mall were full of food. I took two packs of cakes and two bottles of eight-treasure porridge, and sat on the ground to eat slowly.

Cheng Yongbo opened a box of biscuits, ate two of them, discarded them, and reopened the package to take two bites, and then threw them on the ground. Without much effort, there are various snack boxes all over the floor.

But in this mall, apart from me and Cheng Yongbo, I am afraid that in the future

It's also rare to have another living person patronize it, and it doesn't matter if it is wasted.

To fill our stomachs, we changed our angle, and saw that there were more than 20 more zombies on the sixth floor, all of which came out of the mall.

From time to time, zombies came to the circular corridor, and the light in the mall was getting dim and dimmer, and they could no longer see clearly, before returning to a mall office on the eighth floor.

During this time, I spent the night here at night. The office has two inside and outside rooms, and the outside room is equipped with anti-theft doors. The environment is much safer.

The fly in the ointment is that both offices have no windows. Once the security door is closed, the office is as dark as a tomb.

I lit the candle, put the crossbow on the table, and said to Cheng Yongbo, "There are couches in both the inside and outside. Which one do you want to sleep in."

Cheng Yongbo's eyes flashed brightly, and he was a little puzzled: "Oh, Brother Xiaoqiang, you have a lot of supplies."

Several tables in the office are filled with food I brought from the mall, snacks and biscuits, beverages of mineral water, natural rice and instant noodles.

This seems to be a superfluous act. Walking out of the office is all within easy reach, but since you call yourself a mouse, you should have emergency rations in the rat's nest at all times. Who can guarantee that one day you won't be blocked by the corpses in the office

I set up a pot in the corner of the wall, added mineral water, and lit a dozen candles to boil the water.

Cheng Yongbo added his lips: "What do you have for dinner?"

I tore open a box of natural rice: "I'll eat this, choose what you want to eat."

Cheng Yongbo's eyes suddenly reddened and he choked up: "I was at the mom's snack bar and didn't dare to make a fire. I just grabbed the uncooked rice and stuffed it into my mouth. Now... Now... "

I smiled and said, "What's wrong with eating raw rice? You have to learn from mice. In order to survive, you can eat anything."

Cheng Yongbo picked up a box of self-heating rice, somewhat disapproving: "I don't learn from rats, it's sneaky."

I smiled and thought of the mouse that bit his hind leg just to survive. Suddenly I felt a little sad. Do we really have to learn from mice so that humans have the hope of living? Qiang laughed and said:

"The mouse comes and goes without a trace, and has a strong survivability. What's wrong with it?"

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