He Zizhong looked in the direction Fang Hao indicated in surprise, and under the cover of the book in his hand, he saw a very familiar figure - not Xu Lili or who? !
Why did she come to city a now? You must know that the senior she came here with me after more than two months...
He Zizhong was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized that in their last life, they didn't dare to venture out at the beginning of the apocalypse, and when they had to go out, the outside became very terrifying. Almost every step was extremely difficult, the time wasted on the road, and the time wasted to avoid zombies was astonishing, and it was two and a half months after the apocalypse when we arrived in City A.
Now, her own rebirth has also affected Xu Lili's actions, and it is not surprising that she is here now.
After thinking about this, He Zizhong calmed down a lot. He reached out and took out the sunglasses, masks, and hats that he had used yesterday from his backpack, and then he sat up.
Fang Hao also quickly put on his hat, sunglasses and other things, and looked at He Zizhong hesitantly: "Zizhong... We don't need to say hello to her, right?" He didn't like this woman. The last time he saw her, Xu Lili It really didn't make a good impression on him. If it weren't for the worry that He Zizhong might take into account his relatives, he might not be at ease with her. At this moment, Fang Hao would simply pretend that he had never seen her and not mention it.
"Don't pay attention to her." His eyes swept over those people, and He Zizhong made sure that his "good" aunt and uncle were not there, guessing that they still did not escape the fate of becoming zombies.
In her previous life, after Xu Lili had a fever, she had called her home, but no one answered, and she couldn't contact her family until the next morning. Now, judging from Xu Lili's current situation of being alone, it is very likely that her aunt and uncle also had a fever the night before the end of the world, but their fever did not inspire supernatural powers, but mutated like other ordinary people. Zombies can't escape this apocalypse.
As for contacting Xu Lili? Sorry, he really wasn't in that mood. No one knows better than himself what character and character this woman is. For the sake of relatives, I won't go to trouble her now, but if she wants to plot against herself like her predecessors, she will never be polite.
After taking out the mouthwash and mineral water, and briefly cleaning up his personal hygiene, He Zizhong and Fang Hao had breakfast. While waiting for the passage of time, he listened to the conversations of the nearby people to get some news.
He Zizhong and their location were all people who lived in the base like them and went out to find supplies. Nowadays, most of the people who go out to find supplies will not go too far, and only dare to rummage in the houses and shops near the base. As a more prominent target, shops have become the primary targets for survivors to loot after the end of the world. Today, in relatively safe areas, such shops can no longer find anything useful. On the contrary, there may be good receipts in those dwellings.
For example, the team outside He Zizhong accidentally discovered a family in a residential area who used their home as a backup warehouse for a supermarket. The family seemed to have opened a supermarket in the community, and the extra goods that were usually imported were temporarily stored. In the small bedroom at home. Now that the end of the world has come, the small supermarket has been looted immediately, but all the supplies in their home have survived.
Listening to other people chatting about these gossip can relieve the boredom. He Zizhong has been wearing those sunglasses and Fang Hao has been discussing something in a low voice from time to time. He Zizhong and He Zizhong had never been in contact with each other very much, and the two cousins and sisters could see more than once or twice a year. Now that He Zizhong was deliberately covering his face, of course she couldn't recognize anyone.
He Zizhong and the others are not very eye-catching. There are still many people in the left-behind area wearing motorcycle helmets and gas masks.
In the quarantine area where the injured are located, several gunshots have been heard from time to time in the club since midnight yesterday. Even in the waiting area where He Zizhong and the others were, three people who mutated into zombies were found this morning, and they were shot and disposed of by the soldiers on duty.
When the two of them finally spent their time, went through the formalities with the person in charge and drove into the safe area, Fang Hao glanced at the person who transported the zombies for incineration not far away, and couldn't help but whispered to He Zizhong. : "Those ashes..."
He didn't need to be too straightforward, He Zizhong already understood what he meant, frowned and thought for a while: "Let's see the situation when we go back."
The number of crystal nuclei in the brains of the zombies burned in the base was a large number, and He Zizhong didn't want to just give up. It is still the early days of the apocalypse. Once the people at the upper levels of the base discover the existence of crystal nuclei and realize that these things are likely to be of great value, then the place where the ashes of the zombies are buried will become a treasure. Now that the treasure has not yet been discovered, it is a lie to say that you are not interested.
It's just that this matter can't be rushed, He Zizhong still needs to think about how to act so that it will not attract attention and will not be suspected afterward. Now all he needs to do is - drive, go home, shower, rest.
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With a "boom", the people around him fell down with a "pop". Dai Jun looked at Wu Shao, who was always showing off his strength and looked like the boss of the sky and his second child, and an inexplicable refreshing feeling rose in his heart. That feeling made him involuntarily get a layer of goosebumps, but And it seems to be more addictive than the feeling of those drugs.
Among the eight people in the group, there were only three "playthings" like myself. Those two were caught by zombies when they were running for their lives last night, and they couldn't get out of the convoy at all. The five powerful young masters have fairly good physical strength and skills. Except for one unlucky one who was tripped by an obstacle and failed to keep up with the team, the rest of them escaped smoothly.
They followed the crowd, desperately heading towards the base gate. Along the way, people turned into zombies and attacked the people around them one after another. In the end, only myself and the other two escaped here.
In the middle of the night, after registration, two of the three suddenly mutated again while they were waiting! And now, in the end, this person also turned into a zombie and was shot dead by the guards over there!
Dai Jun bit his lower lip tightly, and his right hand held his left arm tightly. Although he was also injured, the wound was scraped from a piece of iron halfway along the way. As long as he can endure these thirty-six hours without mutation, he will be able to enter the security base with the materials they have memorized along the way!
Those water, dry food, and the gun carried by the person who just died beside him are now his own!
Dai Jun stretched out his hand, wanting to take down the pistol he had always coveted, along with the bullets, before the person carrying the corpse came over. Before his hand could reach the fallen corpse, he suddenly heard a gunshot. The bullet seemed to grazed his scalp and exploded right behind him! His hands trembled and he stopped. Several staff members in protective suits had already walked over and bent over to move the body. He was about to say that he wanted to take something when one of them looked at the last person who died in the "circle" next to him and told his companions. They said, "No. 3021 is completely empty."
"Oh, there's a lot more in there?"
"Isn't it? Hurry up and collect one piece, be careful, don't get dirty, and the things that the zombies have touched must be disinfected before they can be divided."
"It's still the best harvest in our No. 3 area. This batch of clubs is often destroyed." The people who come here are all wounded. If they accidentally get infected with the blood of zombies, they will be infected, so they often disappear. Those things and materials after they were completely destroyed, no one asked about them, they naturally belonged to them.
Dai Jun's face was pale, and the whole person shrank in the corner and did not dare to move. His eyes kept scanning nervously at the people who were also waiting here, watching them with blood on their bodies and bandages on their faces. His appearance seemed to have vaguely guessed the meaning of these staff's words.
Could it be that even those who are not directly injured by these zombies can easily become zombies as long as they have wounds on their bodies? ! !
The management staff in this area will not deliberately remind these injured people to be careful not to get the blood of zombies. Therefore, the mortality and mutation rates in this region are the highest among all regions.
"The harvest is good, but the danger is also great... There is another one over there that is going to die. You are ready to go and collect the corpse." He said with another "bang", and the man who was convulsed from being too nervous just fell to the ground. , can't get up again.
Until his death, his expression was still the same as that of ordinary people. Unfortunately, this kind of accidental injury and misjudgment of sporadic sacrifices are within the allowable range. After all, it is impossible for the base to wait for all the zombies to start attacking nearby people before shooting. Killing, they have to take precautions before they happen, and there will inevitably be accidental injuries before they happen. They can only blame him for being unlucky, otherwise, why would he suddenly get sick in the waiting area
Dai Jun bit his lip, not daring to say a word or move. His waiting time was extended again because of the mutation of his companions, but it was better than turning into a zombie and getting a headshot by these people!
He doesn't want to die, even if he gets these things, if he will become a zombie, he might as well just starve for two days!
Thinking about it, he carefully wrapped his wound under the white gauze, and wrapped it twice again with clean clothes that had not touched the blood of the zombies - his wound is not big, he will definitely survive, he will definitely be able to survive. Get over it!