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There's always a stem for you.

This knife is sharper than you can imagine, and it is estimated that it is the boss's outstanding work. It may also be that the students of the armed department exchanged the price of not being able to fall in love for four years.

The other one on its side heard the movement, turned sluggishly, and pounced on it with teeth and claws. I hurriedly slashed its knee and stabbed it in the back of my back. The most frightening scene appeared, his head turned 180°! Showing white teeth.

It's like a beast in the forest, doing whatever it takes to survive.

I had a momentary doubt, are they really dead?

However, there is no room for so much thought. The left hand changed from defensive to offensive, pierced straight into his forehead, and stabbed it deeply, only to feel that the left hand was out of force.

Knocking out the severed hand that touched the waist, a whirlwind side kick, and a kick in the abdomen of a zombie, which should have been the softest and most vulnerable place. Because of the excessive force, and the corpse itself was already a mass of sour rotten flesh, it was actually passed into it with one foot, like a finger inserted into a rotten banana.

I was so sick that I was so sick.

The intestines were rotten and running all over the ground, and the stomach was like a broken skin drum, and a broken spine could be seen in an empty hole, so it was not easy to stand like this.

Sure enough, his feet were still standing, and his upper body looked like a broken sugar cane, with some fibers left, and he fell behind him.

Is...... The flesh is not stopped, but the battle is endless.....

Would a normal human being persist in wanting to drink blood when the lower half of the body has been detached? The eyes were already two hollows, and the hair was like dry straw. What a species that makes people feel unsympathetic.

Not so long ago, though, they may have been the same creatures as I am on the planet right now.

But for now, I'll call you a bird.

"Bird, what's going on with the boss?" I glanced around warily and whispered. The data shows that there are thirty of them, and it is impossible to pass them so easily, it must be bloody.

Several gunshots cut through the silence, and the ground suddenly began to shake violently. What's going on?!

The bird was silent for a long time, and I stopped where I was, neatly disposing of the head that had fallen to crawl on the ground. Slowly draw his weapon, not letting the gray, gelatinous substance flow out. I wonder if this thing will pollute the land.

There was the sound of footsteps behind me, and I reflexively flashed away from where I was standing. The glass shattered, and the screams and heat waves from bullets sliced through my ears almost burned my ears.

The living are always more terrible than the dead.

I've always felt that living in a world full of zombies may not be as difficult as living in a modern society full of living people.

This zombie is not scary, but I'm afraid that zombies are cultured, right?

Roll on the spot and get out of range. It's really not good to run around, the chance of survival should be relatively high, but my sister is the one who carries the arsenal with her. reacted quickly and fired a volley of bullets in the direction where they were coming.

The safety code says that if you encounter a manic female gangster, choose to shoot immediately. Because women often choose to resist first and then think in critical situations. And male gangsters often don't pull the trigger.

Just like me, I feel like the walls are crumbling. Because, the number of bullets in the rifle is counted in hundreds.

The two zombies that were originally intended to be cleaned up with a long knife have become meat sauce and are pasted on the wall, waiting for the air to dry into meat sauce.

Suddenly there was silence, there was no sound in the headset, not even the rustle of poor signal, it was as quiet as death.

The ground shook violently, and the earthquake? My first reaction was that the outside of the house was all flat land, and it was absolutely safe to stay outside.

However, does the longitudinal and transverse surface waves of an earthquake affect electromagnetic waves? Jokes

The sky-high flames flew up from behind the mountain, like a phoenix bathed in fire. A huge cloud bloomed in the firelight. The ground shook even more, the stones seemed to fly, the trees seemed to bend down, the wind suddenly became lively, and I subconsciously held my breath and lay on the ground.

A momentary difference in air pressure can affect dozens of kilometers away.

The ground seemed to be torn apart, cracked into pieces. It's like a huge wound. Ma Xiaosong, pig's head..... I looked at the direction of the light, muttered, and suddenly remembered.

I've always wondered what those guys are going to say about tonight. I still don't think it's necessary to explain at all.

The United States may have already done such a thing. But there is no definite news yet. But maybe it is, otherwise they wouldn't have been so bold as to use nuclear weapons first. Is it that human beings are creating more and more things to destroy themselves?

It's like cloning with robotics.

The more you know, the more chilling it becomes.

Wave after wave of earthquakes, aftershocks do not stop. The light of the fire that gradually fell in the west was like the sun that was about to set. Dying, dying, dying.

Soon this place will be occupied by radioactive elements, and then the radiation index will soar. And then all kinds of mutations, and then here is either a paradise for mutated humans or a hell for ordinary people. Probably, there won't be any humans here for a long time.

But why do such a thing in such an important city? I always feel that there is some desire to cover up, but destruction is a real existence.

"Rustle—every time—" rang in the headphones. I quickly adjusted my position and slowly stood up from the ground, first to see what was going on around me.

"Bird, please answer if you hear me."

"Birds! Please answer if you hear it. "I repeated it twice, a little anxious.

"Little Yellow Bird, don't scare me, I know you never like to be scary."

"Xiao Nan..... I think you have to see clearly before shooting in the future....." Xiao Yueyue's muffled voice came, "Left front, two steps ......"

I saw only a pool of flesh and blood, and the face was blurred, like a mouthful of xylitol spit out by God, a rose-flavored one.

It was as if I had forgotten for a moment how I was breathing, and tears fell down my eyes and dripped onto my boots. Melt away the dust. "Huh-"

There is a feeling called hopelessness that wells up in the brain. There is an urge to bury the world. There is a string in my heart, as if it has been ruthlessly broken. The harsh echo kept recalling.

"Ahem, turn right in two steps......" Xiao Yueyue said she couldn't understand this kind of behavior of interrupting the call. The little yellow bird was stunned and collapsed on the ....."

"What-?!" I was dumbfounded, grass, mud horses......