When He Zizhong and his car turned to the north gate of the base, the number of zombies gradually gathered from the city at the east gate became more and more. Several zombies with mutated strength actually pulled down the doors of several cars and directly caught the people inside!
The people who discovered this scene screamed and ran out of the car, rushing towards the East Gate regardless, and the outside of the East Gate Bridge instantly became a mess.
When He Zizhong and the others arrived at the north gate, after registration and vehicle disinfection, they arrived at the designated place to survive the night and wait for tomorrow to enter the city, when they suddenly heard the sound of cannons and machine guns coming from the east gate...
With the weak wind in the air, gunpowder smoke gradually spread in all directions. When they heard the smell of gunpowder smoke, everyone who was still complaining turned pale and closed their mouths, daring to say no more.
Most of the people who came directly to the North Gate were either people who had been informed before that the entrance was here, or people who went out to find supplies inside and outside the base. Most of them know some basic rules, and they have seen with their own eyes that people who want to forcibly enter the base without complying with the rules are directly shot and killed.
He Zizhong each carried a backpack, and the group was finally persuaded by Fang Hao to go into the space. At this time, the two were wearing windproof jackets, masks, sunglasses on their faces, and hats on their heads. Similar to other people who go out to do tasks in full armor, sitting in the designated "circle" waiting for the passage of time did not attract the attention of others.
Their location is exactly the area where the people returning from the mission will wait. Not far behind is the car that was forcibly sterilized by the staff. After the time is up, they can drive back to the base. Compared with those who just arrived at the base People who come to defect need a lot less formalities to enter the city.
The "loot" on the car has been collected by the newly registered staff according to the regulations, and now only about a quarter of the things are left - according to the regulations, only one-fifth of them should be collected. Materials, but the actual implementation... Everyone knows that they have already taken a lot of advantages if they can keep three-quarters of He Zizhong.
Most of what they carried in their car were canned military supplies, bedding, instant noodles, and a few tins of toilet paper that were about to expire. The people who received the supplies focused their attention on food and quilts, and only took a handful of toilet paper and walked away. Today's survivors are not very interested in such things.
He Zizhong sneered inwardly, waiting for the base to confirm that the plants in nature have died on a large scale and that it is difficult to produce toilet paper, there will be times when you cry.
The two arrived here at 3 or 4 o'clock this afternoon. After registration, it was exactly 4:30 when they entered the waiting area. They need to wait here until 4:30 tomorrow afternoon to enter the safe area smoothly.
He Zizhong put the backpack behind the two of them, and Fang Hao and Fang Hao pretended to dig it out, and found two small cloth bags slightly larger than the palm of his hand. This bag was brought back from nowhere when I collected supplies. At this time, it contained the rice balls that Fang Hao had made before.
The rice ball is wrapped with a layer of fresh-keeping bag, and the function of the small cloth bag is only to cut off the sight of others, so that they can't see what is inside.
Once again, he took out a heat preservation tank from the space, which contained the soy and pig's feet soup that had been boiled and packaged before. It was still Fang Hao's earlier masterpiece.
The soup is semi-warm, and even if there is still some aroma, it will not spread too far. The rice ball has been completely warmed up and will not emit an attractive aroma.
The two of them were leaning on the big, soft backpacks that were pretending to be soft. Each of the backpacks contained a big soft pillow for the two of them to use as pillows. Comes with a blanket, and life in the end times is really much more convenient after having space.
The people in the waiting area are not as frightened as the people in the quarantine area not far away from the new arrivals, but they are much more calm. Most of them sat in their respective areas, occasionally whispering a few words, and entering the safe area after the waiting time was over.
The two bowed their heads and ate dinner, drinking a sip of soup from time to time, and when their stomachs were 70 to 80 percent full, the direction of the entrance not far away suddenly became chaotic.
A person in the waiting area suddenly began to change. His skin gradually turned blue-gray, his fingernails became longer, his eyes were sticking out, and his throat made a "ho, ho" sound.
Before the screams of people in the same area, the sniper who was on duty on the city wall simply and neatly shot the zombie head.
The family of the man burst into tears and screamed at this time.
Most of the people in the waiting area watched with cold eyes. The people in the closer circles rioted for a while, and soon recovered their calm. A group of people wearing special protective clothing hurried out, followed by a few soldiers with guns on guard. A person walks up to the zombie to confirm that the zombie is completely dead, raises his hand and gestures back: "Move away."
Although the family members were heartbroken and sad, no one dared to stop them.
Another person in charge said to the people in the circle: "Re-record from now on, you need to wait another twenty-four hours."
A person in the circle immediately protested: "Why?!"
"It's just that there are zombies in your companions." After saying that, the man glanced coldly at the people around him, "If there are zombies in the same waiting area in the same waiting area, the people in the circle will It is necessary to clear the time and start over to recalculate the waiting time.”
"But we haven't had contact with that person?! Can we not wait with them?" One person pointed to the few people who were hugging and crying. The zombies who just died were obviously their family members and friends. The rest of the people were just companions along the way, and it was not worth it to be burdened by them to recalculate the waiting time.
"Okay, ask the staff to re-register, change circles, etc., but those who change circles in the middle still have to re-time." After the man finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the base.
In the end, those people were still clamoring to change the circle, for fear that some of the crowd would turn into zombies and hurt themselves, a staff member went over to register and reassigned a circle to them.
Fang Hao watched from a distance and saw that those people had left the original circle, while the previous bereaved people were leaning against each other and huddled in the corner of the original circle - away from the place where the zombies died. I couldn't tell what it was like for a while in my heart, so I could only sigh secretly.
A blanket was covering him, and He Zizhong's soft voice came from his ear: "Go to sleep."
"Night tonight..."
He Zizhong thought for a moment, nodded and said, "You go to bed first, I'll call you in the middle of the night." All the people in the circle will arrange their own people on duty. There is not a lot of things to come, it is better to be careful.
Fang Hao nodded, put the blanket on He Zizhong's lap, and said, "Don't forget to call me in the middle of the night, and don't allow yourself to stay overnight."
He Zizhong's hand got into the blanket and held his hand, smiled and lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Unfortunately, I can't practice tonight."
Fang Hao blushed, closed his eyes and put his pillow on his lap, ready to fall asleep.
He Zizhong quietly leaned on the two large backpacks, his eyes swept over his car and the people in the nearby circles and circles from time to time. It's been a long time since I spent the night in this environment. Ever since the space was created, my life with Fang Hao in the apocalypse can be described as leisurely and resentful. To have such a peach blossom-like portable space in these precarious days, I really don't know. The blessings that I have cultivated in my lifetime.
His fingers gently stroked the chin of Fang Haorou, who was already asleep. To have such a person by his side is also a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes...
While feeling emotional, I vaguely heard voices coming from far away. Turning his head to look at the entrance in the distance, he saw a group of people walking in one after another. Most of them looked apprehensive and nervous, and their clothes were somewhat messy, and many of them had colored clothes on their bodies.
Although the waiting area of the base also allows people with injuries to enter, but cannot be with ordinary people. The wounded had a place where the wounded stayed, and unlike the uninjured, they had to wait at least thirty hours to get into the base—and have their wounds checked by a professional for mutations.
If someone's wound is bloody, pus, or even smells bad, even after 30 hours of waiting, they can't go in.
He Zizhong looked around suspiciously for a while, and only when some people came to the waiting area and entered the designated waiting circle did they know their identities—these were the people who had been blocked by zombies at the east entrance. Many of them were accidentally injured when they abandoned the car and escaped for their lives. Those who ran too slowly got into the stomachs of zombies, or were assimilated by zombies into new zombies; those who ran faster were rescued by the military. Reluctantly made it all the way here to prepare to enter the base.
He Zizhong glanced at the crowd and stopped paying attention. It was too dark to see the appearance of those people, and the distance was relatively far, and it was impossible to hear those people's voices about the latest situation.
At about two in the morning, the two of them changed shifts. He Zizhong rested comfortably on Fang Hao's lap, smiling and watching him rubbing his eyes in a daze.
"Go to sleep, I'll call you tomorrow morning." Fang Hao yawned again, and turned to look at his car - it's fine, it doesn't seem to be a problem. When he looked down at He Zizhong again, he was pulled over and bent down, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Go to sleep." He looked around in a panic, but fortunately, it was pitch black here and no one could see what the two of them had just done.
He Zizhong laughed in a low voice, the sound of the vibration in his chest made Fang Hao blushed and was about to burst into flames: "Okay, I'll go to bed first." The child was still worried about being seen, and he didn't know that it would be a while later. No one will care about ethics and order.
Don't talk about homosexuality, people can face it calmly even if they see someone shooting a gun in the street.
The weather was still gray in the early morning, but the change in light still woke He Zizhong from his deep sleep, opened his eyes, and saw Fang Hao, who was reading a book, looking down at him.
"Awake? Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry, what time is it?"
"It's more than eight o'clock." Fang Hao suddenly glanced in a certain direction, covered half of his face with a book, and whispered, "Zizhong, that one over there... Do you think it's your cousin?"
cousin? Xu Lili