In the early morning, Song Fei woke up to Zhou Lu and Qiao Siqi's patterned snoring. The two people snore in diametrically opposite ways, one is short and powerful, the other is long and long, the two are intertwined, as if a shepherd boy playing the flute arouses the cattle to rise up, full of ancient flavor.
He touched the phone next to the pillow to check the time. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched his arms out of the quilt, the cold air that had been planned for a long time rushed in at the right time.
Song Fei shivered under the quilt, and the cold light from the phone screen illuminated his red nose.
Beijing time, five o'clock.
It was still dark outside, and there was no sign of dawn. Song Fei was suddenly very glad that he failed the first choice of the college entrance examination. It was an institution of higher learning located in the three northeastern provinces. It was said that in November every year, the instructors could lead the students to make ice sculptures on the playground.
"Are you awake?" Qi Yan's low voice came from beside his ear.
The two beds were next to each other, sleeping head to head, but the distance was actually very close.
"Um."
Song Fei put down the phone, the glaring white light disappeared, 440 returned to the moonlight, and the whole world seemed to be at peace.
Soft and quiet.
Since the tide of corpses broke out, Song Fei does not remember such a moment, there is no strange howling of the wind through the crack of the door, no heavy footsteps swaying in the corridor of mutants, it's like God suddenly pressed the pause button, so that the only one who can still perceive him He and Qi Yan stole a moment of peace.
"What are you thinking?" Qi Yan asked.
Song Fei actually didn't think about anything, but when Qi Yan asked, he always searched his guts to find something: "I was thinking, if all this hadn't happened, I should be spying on the screen in the group, thinking about who would be pleasing to the eye for Christmas."
"Who do you think is pleasing to the eye in the group?" Qi Yan's voice was very natural, like buddies chatting.
Song Fei tried his best to recall the hard photos posted by his friends in the group, passing by like a revolving lantern one by one, and couldn't help being fascinated: "Deng Jian in the Department of Physical Education is simply amazing, his muscles, his lines..."
Qi Yan: "He pretended to be a straight man and had sex with GF."
Song Fei: "Li Zhaoxi from the School of Economics and Management, wearing those gold-rimmed glasses, is properly abstinent..."
Qi Yan: "He has a teacher-student relationship with someone their school recruited to teach finance this year."
Song Fei: "Wu Zilang from the School of Chemistry..."
Qi Yan: "Mother."
Song Fei: "Guan Xiaochen from the Computer Academy..."
Qi Yan: "Cannon King."
Song Fei: "Jiao Bo from the Academy of Biological Sciences..."
Qi Yan: "You're chasing me."
Song Fei: "Didn't you say you blocked all the groups!"
Qi Yan: "After resuming being single, I opened again."
Song Fei: "... get up!"
From ancient times to the present, happy times have passed by like a fleeting horse. The shepherd boy and the cow suddenly sat up, looked around, and their faces were full of bewilderment.
"What happened?" Qiao Siqi spent the first two days in a sense of chaos mixed with movies and reality. Whether he was panicked or afraid, he had no sense of reality, and occasionally even had a hint of excitement. But from seeing his classmates killing each other yesterday, to the chain jump at night, he can no longer regard everything that happened in front of him as a game or a movie. This is the cold reality. He may Game Over at any time, and there is absolutely no chance to repeat come once.
It is said that careful thinking is extremely frightening, and now Qiao Siqi is in this state of thinking and fearing at the same time.
In contrast, Zhou Lv was more calm. He looked out the window, then at Song Fei, and said inexplicably, "What time the hell is it?"
Song Fei shivered and jumped off the bed, covered himself with a long black down jacket, and finally felt a little warmth: "The plan of a day is in the morning."
Zhou Yiyi collapsed, and people also said that it was in the morning, not in the early morning.
At six o'clock in a daze, the dormitory called.
Qiao Siqi took a kettle of cold water, plugged it in quickly, turned on the electricity, and while waiting for the water to boil, he sighed: "We are the only brothers who can live so delicately in the last days."
Boil hot water, brush your teeth and wash your face. Afterwards, the four early birds divided up the remaining instant noodles, and no one dared to touch the apples, for fear that after breakfast they would become useless again.
After stuffing the stomach, the only food reserves left are half a box of chocolates and a pack of shrimp crackers.
Looking at the huge chocolate gift box and the incongruously delicate contents that can be counted with one hand, Zhou Yilu felt it was a pity: "Anyway, I eat chocolate, so I would like to stock up on some Snickers bars, and buy these fancy ones. What's the use."
Song Fei sighed weakly: "Brother, I didn't buy that one for myself to eat, it was for my sister."
"Who is it?" Zhou Lv looked at the chocolate, then at the musical instruments on the wall, somehow connected them together, "The one who plays the guitar?"
Song Fei was surprised that Zhou Lv's guess was right, but after thinking about it, whether it's learning guitar or chocolate, they're all for flirting with girls. The motives are exactly the same, so there's nothing difficult to guess. Ren Zhe, the most hungry classmate in 440, from freshman to sophomore, almost recognized half of the girls in the history school as girls, but he didn't get a girlfriend.
Song Fei felt pure joy when looking back at his roommate's tragic love journey, and naturally raised the corners of his mouth.
It's just that the happiness is too short-lived.
As soon as the corner of his mouth raised, he immediately lowered it, followed by the panic that he had been suppressing these days.
For the past few days, Song Fei has been forcing himself not to think about Wang Qingyuan, Xiangyang and Ren Zhe, who are his closest partners in this school. If something happens to them, Song Fei feels that he cannot bear it at all. So as soon as he thought about it uncontrollably, he immediately told himself that the three of them must be safe hiding in the library now, just like himself, trying to survive in the desperate situation.
Suddenly, he was tapped twice on the shoulder.
Song Fei turned his head and met Qi Yan's gentle face.
"You are all alive and well, and they must be fine."
Song Fei knew that Qi Yan wanted to comfort him, but he really didn't want to appreciate it at all.
When there was finally a glimmer of light in the sky, four passionate men who were ready to fight gathered in front of Zhou Lv's masterpiece - the floor plan of Fenduoduo supermarket.
"This is the main entrance, the sales area comes in, the administrative office and staff lounge are at the back, and the warehouse stocking area and the back door are at the bottom." Zhou Lv's drawing is rough, but after his explanation, he can see it clearly Chu Ming understands clearly.
Song Fei's knowledge of Fenduoduo is the main entrance, shelves, and cash register, but he has no idea that the inside is so rich.
"The sales area is full of zombies, if you enter, you will die," Qiao Siqi saw clearly when he ran back to the dormitory, "Why don't we enter the warehouse directly through the back door?"
"The warehouse may not be safe either," Zhou Yiyi shook his head, "And I'm mainly worried that the back door might not be open. If we run over and find it's not open, and then go back to the front door, we'll be even more passive."
Song Fei understood: "It's better to go in through the open front door, close the door and beat the dog!"
Monday nods.
Qiao Siqi sounded like a fairy tale: "It's full of zombies, whoever closes the door will beat whoever!"
Qi Yan asked, "How do you close the door?"
"The supermarket uses floor-to-floor doors. There is no latch, only a floor lock. But we don't have a key, and we can't lock it. We can only use something to pin the stainless steel handle from the inside."
Song Fei interrupted and asked, "Can't you tie it up?"
Zhou Yilu: "Of course it's better. Pinning a mop or broom is easy to break."
Song Fei trotted towards his thermos, took out the bicycle chain lock from behind the thermos, and waved his hand: "How about this?"
Zhou Lu and Qi Yan looked at each other—
"Perfect."
Qiao Siqi felt that the three brothers were dreaming: "Can you wake up, closing the door can block the zombies outside, but we are locked with the zombies inside, and then? Take the Shaqima on the shelf Threatening them not to act rashly?"
Song Fei glanced at him: "Do you have a better way?"
Josh was speechless. If there are only zombies in the supermarket, you can find a leg and foot as bait to lure the zombies out, and then return to the safe supermarket first in the follow-up rush like a snake formation. Once the door is locked, it's done. But now there are zombies inside and outside the supermarket, and it would be too long for the bait to run around the world.
The kettle has turned into spray.
Song Fei came over to take out the power that was so hot that it was about to cut off, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "John, if we can't even deal with a mutant in the supermarket, there may be a school, a city, or even a whole world behind, how dare you go there?" Think about it?"
"You've already led me to think long enough." Josikey angrily took Song Fei's claw off his shoulder, "Also, I'm Johns."
Within ten minutes before and after the battle planning, 440 fell into an awkward silence. As youths of the motherland who were born in the spring breeze and grew up under the red flag, they learn from Lei Feng, green and plant trees, condolences to orphans and widows, and heroic tomb-sweeping. There are a hundred ways to make the red scarf on their chests more colorful, but they certainly do not include fighting in groups.
Since childhood, the teacher has been telling everyone that if you can BB, don't do it.
"Forget it, leave it to fate," Zhou Lv immediately said, "I'll make a scabbard, don't turn around and hurt yourself."
If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools.
Qi Yan: "I'm going to sharpen the knife."
Qiao Siqi: "I'm going to study my knife again, Nima has too many functions, it's dazzling."
Song Fei: "I'm going...to fan the fan?"
In a blink of an eye, it was half past seven, the night receded and the day came out.
I was very satisfied with the scabbard I had wrapped with several textbook covers + adhesive tape. Zhou Yilu pulled out the knife and retracted it, feeling the wind and lightning, and asked Song Fei who was leaning on the fan on the balcony door: "How is the weather, suitable for breaking out of the encirclement?" Do not?"
Song Fei put away his fan with a clatter, looking as imposing as Lord Qianlong who was visiting privately in a micro-clothes, and nodded to his partner: "It's quite suitable."
Zhou Yilu stood up excitedly, wanting to open the door and go to the balcony to soak up the first ray of sunlight in the morning.
However, as soon as his hand touched the door frame, he flinched.
Outside, the clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist, and the fairy air is floating.
—Day 4 of Zombie Siege, Haze.