I was overjoyed this time, lost a crossbow, but got countless weapons.
Quickly picked up the weapon.
I put my weapon in my back and climbed upstairs along the walking corridor.
Climbed more than 30 steps and came to a hall, where the corpses were all over the floor, there were both civil servants and civilians, and the floor was covered with dried blood.
Seeing this bloody scene, I couldn't help muttering to myself: "The terrain of the Pearl Tower is dangerous. The soldiers have sophisticated weapons. No matter how powerful the zombies are, they can't rush up."
Shaking his head: "Such combat power, alas!" As he sighed, he was about to go upstairs again.
"Boy, what do you know?"
Suddenly someone spoke, and I was so frightened that I turned around and saw a person sitting tremblingly in the pile of dead people.
"Are you still alive?" I rushed forward quickly, my heart shook.
"Do you also know what fighting power is?" The young scholar stared at me. Although his blood-stained face could not see what he was like, his tone was full of contempt.
I don't care if he speaks rudely, but I'm just worried that he will still be alive, and tremblingly said: "You... Is there any rescue for your injury?"
The young scholar ignored him and said, "I'll tell you what fighting power is. Fighting power is not about dangerous terrain or sophisticated weapons, but the trust between comrades in arms. You can give him your back without worrying about it." He said. Weak, but these few words spoke loudly.
"What do you mean?" I asked puzzledly.
The young scholar sighed: "If the comrades around you will turn into cannibal demons at any time, how can there be trust and no trust, what else can you talk about fighting power?"
I nodded, and if I realized something, I said softly: "I'll bandage your wound first." Put down my backpack and look for cotton wool.
"No need, I insisted until now, I want someone to send this for me, to the Shuangcheng District!"
The young scholar struggled to take out an envelope, and I picked it up with both hands.
He suddenly flinched, "This is a secret, you can't open it!"
"I promise not to open it, but the Shuangcheng District..." I sighed, "I'm afraid..."
"I'm afraid how?" The young scholar said with difficulty, "If the Twin Cities Division... is gone, no, they must still stick to it."
I nodded: "Well, I will go and see."
There was a relief in the young scholar's gaze. He had supported him with perseverance until now, and he was indeed on the verge of death. A stone fell in his heart, and his body fell to the ground and sacrificed.
There was a sorrow in my heart. He was so young, after he had gone through his life, he pounced on it, put the envelope away, and continued upstairs.
The young scholar died in a blink of an eye. I haven't had time to ask, what's the situation above? Did he do the sound I heard last night, or was it someone else
I stepped up the stairs and climbed a few tens of meters higher, passing the three-story platform, but apart from the corpse and a few zombies, I didn't see a single person.
After killing these zombies, I panted and climbed to the two-hundred-meter-high central sphere, a revolving restaurant in front of me.
A strong high-altitude wind blew me, and I fought a cold war smartly. There was not much high-strength tempered glass around, and the strong wind rushed in.
"There are survivors!" My face was stunned, and I walked in with the blood stains, passing the kitchen, the blood stains entered a door, I opened the small door, and there was a dark interior corridor in front of me. The area of the central sphere is not small, and there are places out of sunlight.
I took out the headlight and pressed the switch. The light was already very weak, so I replaced it with a pair of high-power batteries, still blindfolded, and walked into the corridor.
After a dozen steps, a black figure came towards me and screamed, making my ears buzzing in this corridor with excellent sound-converging effects.
Although the possibility of knowing that this hair is Alice is almost zero, my heart is still slightly
Flicked. My heart is like fifteen buckets fetching water, rushing to and fro, hoping to find Alice, but hoping not to find it.
At this moment, a scream came suddenly. Someone yelled "God, help me!" in English. The voice was sharp, the voice of a foreign female.
My whole body was shaken, and my heart was shocked. Couldn't it be Alice? Under the panic, he couldn't distinguish, and he quickly rushed to the depths of the darkness. After turning a bend, the voice became clearer and came out from a gate.
I stretched my head and looked in the door, and I saw a long-haired figure sitting on a tall food box, surrounded by a dozen zombies under his feet. The food box was four or five stories tall, and the man was sitting on it, crumbling. , Life and death are hanging by a thread.
I stretched out my hand to catch her and drew behind me. Suddenly I tripped under my feet, and both of them fell to the sky at the same time.
The rest of the zombies surrounded on three sides, and the two hurriedly moved back. Suddenly, my hands were cold, soft and greasy, as if touching a human face. In panic, my feet kicked back vigorously and slammed. The back of his head slammed firmly against the wall.
This was too forceful, and his head buzzed, but he didn't know the pain at this time, so he hurriedly took out the weapon from the back of his waist.
Hush! I exhaled and saw that although the foreign woman beside me was also fair and beautiful, with blond hair, it was not Alice. Look at her appearance, she looked like twenty-four-five.
"Thank, thanksyouverymuch..." the foreign woman whispered a series of English, but the speed was too fast, I only heard "Thank you very much" clearly, and the back was confused.
"Do you speak Chinese? What happened here? Are there any people alive?"
The foreign woman looked at me steadily with a blank face, needless to say, she does not speak Chinese.
I pointed to myself: "My name is Zhan Xiaoqiang."
The foreign woman also pointed to her nose: "Mynameisaijinna."
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