Putting the laptop on the seat, I picked up a book and flipped through it. Thinking of not in a hurry, I sat cross-legged on the suitcase and read in a low voice. Lightning was lying on my feet, lying quietly, as if It seems to understand.
As I was reading, I was slightly surprised when I heard the car's howling of a corpse, but the first reaction didn't think it was a big deal, but it was just a zombie, and I might encounter it everywhere.
Unexpectedly, I stood up and took a look. I was immediately taken aback. The zombies walked in a line from outside the car, in an endless stream. Then I looked at the front glass to see that there were crowds of people in the car and the number of corpses!
Obviously it came from swimming along the highway.
I immediately thought that there will not necessarily be zombies and ghosts who will get into the car. Of course, one or two zombies are not afraid, but if they start a swarm of corpses, it will be bad.
But the big fart on the long-distance sleeper car can be seen without a glance, but where do you hide
Feeling wise, I quickly picked up a sheet and hung the two ends on the window hooks on both sides, dividing the interior of the car into two parts, the front and the back.
The sheets were just hung up, and only the sound of footsteps was heard. There really was a zombie in the car.
I didn't dare to get out of the air, and lightly stroked the lightning with one hand, lest this guy couldn't figure out the situation, and suddenly a ghost howled.
But my worries were unnecessary. Lightning had clearly sensed the danger of the situation, and his two triangular ears stood up alertly, motionless, staring at the white bed sheet in front of him.
The bed sheet was a bit transparent, and the vague figure of the zombie walked step by step, and when he reached the bed sheet, he turned and walked back.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this living dead with no IQ probably used the sheets as a wall. Inadvertently swayed his hand and slapped the book on the small table to the floor.
bad! ! !
The zombie turned his head fiercely, roared uh, uh deep in his throat, and leaped forward again.
I couldn't hide this time. I picked up Yang Nu and ejected the weapon. When the zombie approached the curtain, it slammed out of the ground, only to hear the low roar of the zombie abruptly.
More and more zombies passed by. Fortunately, none of them came to the car. After a full three hours, the group of corpses gradually passed.
I hold an iron
Shovel and laptop went back with Lightning, and it took another hour to pile a slope under the shoulder of the road, remove the guardrail, and drive the troop carrier off the highway.
Between the two highways is a barren grassland, and the troop carrier drove by bumping. The road here is a bit shorter than the grassland, so I got on the road without any difficulty.
On the stone pier next to the highway, there is the word "S121" again. S stands for Provincial Highway, which is Provincial Highway 121.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. After driving along the 121 line all the way to the west, after about 30 kilometers, traffic jams began on the road.
But fortunately, the grass on both sides is basically flush with the road. At this time, I walk around the grass.
In the evening, seven or eighty restaurants popped up in two rows on the roadside, mostly three or four-story buildings. The signs were either "Meihuashan's first chicken hot pot" or "Meihuashan authentic chicken hot pot restaurant."
It seems that the chicken hot pot here is very famous.
I stepped on the brakes, and there was no zombie around in the deserted area. I think it was the road in front of the restaurant, and the former owner and diners didn’t know where the tour went.
"I can spend the night here tonight." I looked at the lightning, which turned its head to the side pretentiously.
I parked my car in front of a restaurant. This restaurant is not the largest, but it has the highest floor with five floors. I always think that the higher the floor, the safer the night.
I pulled on the handbrake and got out of the car with Lightning and walked into the restaurant. I saw the tables and chairs overturned, and there were several black stains on the ground, which should be solidified blood, and there were dust and dead leaves everywhere.
A cramped staircase leads upstairs, stepping on the steps, as if climbing a mountain, the second to fourth floors are all boxes, quietly silent.
On the fifth floor, there are a total of four rooms, two with locked doors, and the other two with doors ajar.
I walked into one of them and saw that it was a living room and the other was a bedroom. The windows were closed and the bedding was messy, giving off a musty smell.
It seems that the owner's family lives on the fifth floor.
Lightning and I returned to the living room, closed the door, and sat on the sofa for a while. The light outside the window dimmed.
In the darkness of twilight, suddenly heard a croaking cry came in, walked to the window and took a look, mid-air
A black cloud fell down and flew into the window of the building diagonally opposite. It turned out that the late crow had returned home.
The number of crows was at least two to three hundred, and they croaked for a while before they gradually stopped.
I thought to myself: "The houses that people live in have become bird nests, but since the crows use this as a nest, it means that there should be no night monsters nearby."
I went back to the sofa and took out two bags of survival food from my backpack, one for myself and one for lightning. Hastily filled his stomach, put the laptop on the coffee table.
When I rushed in the afternoon, the laptop was fully charged in the car.
I pressed the start button, and after booting, I found a music folder on the C drive.
So double-click to open, click on a song "Jasmine" played by erhu, let the melodious music float in the deserted room.
The curtain was not closed, and I did not turn on the small emergency lamp. The pristine sound of the erhu was delicate and tactful, and it was more unique and ethereal in the darkness, which calmed my heart.
I lighted a cigarette. This music made me forget the cold end of the world for a while. It was a song, and I clicked the loop to play. The second time I just raised my head and stood up with lightning.
I was taken aback, busy putting the laptop together, the music stopped abruptly, and I saw lightning bolts in my ears, as if listening to something.
I stepped on the cigarette butt, walked to the window, and looked down. The moon had just risen, the light was very dim, and there was nothing in the sky over the gray highway.
I whispered, "Lightning, are you too nervous? There is nothing below."
With that being said, I looked back and forth towards the highway again, and suddenly, three dark shadows were walking over from the west end.
I stared, and Anzan Lightning's ears were so sharp, and I saw the three black shadows walking straight, not like zombies or night demons.
Not long after, three dark shadows came to the front of the restaurant, and a man's voice said, "Hey, there is a trolley."
Another said: "Where is there no car? Can it be started? I'm exhausted, go upstairs!" His voice was hoarse, and he was also a man.
The third person did not speak and could not see whether it was a man or a woman.
I secretly called a fluke, they treated the troop carrier as a broken car abandoned everywhere.
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