The rain in this season often comes and goes quickly. After dawn, the rain has stopped.
Tang Miao looked for an opportunity to enter the space. This time, she was not drenched by the rain. Looking up, the weather was fine. He carried two baskets to pick up eggs. Now there are more than 100 eggs in the warehouse. While picking up eggs, he wondered if it was raining in the space for some reason? After all, it didn't rain for a long time before, why did it suddenly rain the first few times? After thinking for a long time, there is still no answer.
Aunt Chun and Tang Chun cooked a sumptuous breakfast with the vegetables Tang Yi and Tang San collected. After breakfast, a group of people drove six cars and left the villa in the West End. Tang Yi took the No. 3 car, and Tang San was in the No. 4 car.
Although the weather cleared, the sun was still not visible. The ground was wet, and the zombies had wet hair and wet clothes, staggering on the road, looking for food. The blood-stained road surface has been washed clean by the rain, but it still hasn't removed the bad smell in the air.
Tang Miao suddenly noticed a zombie flying towards a man who had sneaked out, biting the back of his neck, and was startled.
"What's wrong?" Although Tang Sihuang looked ahead, he still noticed something strange about him.
"It's nothing." Tang Miao's face turned pale. Is it his illusion? He felt that the zombie just now was much faster than the previous zombies, and it seemed very flexible.
He lay down by the window, with his face almost pressed against the glass, observing the zombies outside without blinking. He was secretly relieved that he didn't find any more fast zombies, but he still felt a little uneasy. After all, this is reality, not a novel. It is impossible for zombies to have so-called "evolution", right
There were fifty or sixty zombies within a hundred meters around, and the sound of cars attracted a lot. Several cars turned on their chainsaws and sprinted forward, all the way to the highway out of the city.
Tang Wen's voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie, with a solemn tone: "Sir, it's very bad! The road out of the city is blocked, and there is no possibility of driving through it. It's over."
Tang Miao's complexion changed, she picked up the binoculars hanging around her neck, leaned half of her body out of the car window, and clicked, "Daddy, the road is full of cars, crowded one by one like matchboxes." Domestic population Another manifestation of too much is too many cars. Probably because of the habit of traffic jams before the end of the world, everyone didn't think about this problem before.
"Put your head back!" Tang Sihuang only thought about it for two seconds before ordering, "All vehicles turn around, and car No. 6 opens the way, and find a suitable place to stop. It's over."
"Car No. 6 received. Finished." Zhang Wang replied.
Tang Miao was very depressed. She was about to leave the city, but the road was blocked, which only made people feel disturbed. It's like playing a game that is about to pass a level but is suddenly disconnected.
Car No. 6 was driven by Zhang Wang, and Xiong Tianhao was in charge of guarding and looking for a suitable place. He accidentally saw a person on the second floor by the roadside waving and shouting at the window.
"Sir, there are survivors on the second floor of the green building at nine o'clock. Over."
Tang Sihuang rolled down the car window, and with excellent hearing, he could hear the man shouting: "The road over there is not going to pass, we know the specific situation, do you want to go with us?"
"Tang Miao, ask him how many people." Tang Sihuang gradually approached the car to that side.
"Hey! How many of you are there?" Tang Miao raised his head and suddenly realized that he knew the person. He retracted his head and said to Tang Sihuang, "Daddy, he was the one who followed us that day."
Tang Sihuang was silent for a moment. The two of them have been delayed for almost a week and haven't left the city yet, so their strength must not be very good. He doesn't mind having a few more companions, but if it's just a hindrance, it's better not to have them.
A few zombies wandering around the building heard the sound and left. The man didn't dare to shout any more and made a "two" gesture.
"Ask him if it's safe there."
Tang Miao did so, and the man said "OK" again.
Tang Sihuang ordered: "All the cars come over and stop there. Finish."