It's a zombie!

She was horrified to see that the ugly and terrifying zombie with a half-rotten face had also discovered her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like a hungry beast seeing its prey, it stretched out its jet-black claws and grabbed her shoulders so hard that she had nowhere to run. And opened her lipsless mouth, and the blackened mutilated teeth, with a trace of viscous liquid hanging on them, bit at her neck like a wild beast...

"Ah~!" She couldn't help but scream, but her body couldn't break free.

His mouth was gagged, his body pressed into a warm embrace, and Legel's voice came: "Don't scream, it's a dream, you're dreaming!" ”

My heart settled down at once, and it turned out to be a dream. The horrific scenes were immediately gone, and in their place she was in the crook of Regel's arm, her mouth covered by his hand. She stopped struggling, breathing quickly from nervousness.

Regel felt her wake up, let go of the hand covering her mouth, and pulled her body over. His arm rested under her neck, and one hand gently pulled her sweat-soaked hair back: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

She let out a long breath and thanked softly, "Thank you, I didn't get into any trouble, did I?" ”

Gordon walked back from the window and whispered, "No." ”

"Good luck!" Locke muttered, then turned to his side and went back to sleep.

Cheng Qianxun felt scared and helpless, did not refuse Regel's embrace, leaned on his chest and asked softly, "Can we get out?" I'm scared! ”

"Actually, we're all afraid." Regel hugged her and comforted: "Who is not afraid of death? ”

"I still thought I was dreaming." Steve let out a long sigh: "If I knew I wouldn't participate in any activities, maybe now I'm still surrounded by beautiful women and champagne, not stinky zombies." ”

That's exactly what everyone thinks, and everything is like a dream now, a nightmare that never seems to end.

"I wonder if anyone will go out?" Sneijder couldn't help but ask.

"Someone's out!" In order to increase everyone's confidence, Cheng Qianxun replied: "Although people like to play tricks here, their words should be true. The Black-Winged Angel who led us has said that someone has succeeded. ”

"That's good!" Snead chuckled, "At least there's hope, it's up to who wins the jackpot." ”

"It's better to go to bed early, and I'll have to hurry tomorrow." Gordon went to the edge of the table and went to sleep.

Today I walked about 68 kilometers, because of the detour, I will reach the next house tomorrow, and I will not be able to reach the helicopter parking point 150 kilometers from the starting point until the day after tomorrow. There are zombies from time to time along the way, and it really requires plenty of physical strength to do it.

Cheng Qianxun didn't want to turn around and slept with his back to Legel. Having someone around you can really bring a strong sense of security. She needed this comfort, so like a kitten, she leaned into the arms of the proud Legel, and fell into a deep sleep again.

"Wake up!" Someone was tapping her on the shoulder.

Cheng Qianxun opened his eyes, and it was Sneijder who was squatting next to her with a smile and looking at her with a smile: "You slept so soundly, isn't Regel's arms very comfortable?" ”

Her face flushed slightly, which made Snead even happier and happier: "Hurry up, it's too late, the cans will be eaten up by our wolves." ”

The other men were sitting on the carpet with five or six open cans in the middle, eating.

She stretched, feeling very comfortable, and when she got up, she walked over and sat down, and began to eat.

Gordon took out the map, spread it out, and looked at it as he ate.

Rudolph pinched a thick slice of luncheon meat and ate, "Let's go along the river." It is better to see the boat, which is not marked on the map. Passing through the forest next to it, there is the river for about two kilometers, and for the next fifteen kilometers, there should be no rapids or waterfalls. ”

Gordon looked at it, and sure enough. I couldn't help but shake my head: "How did you do that?" You know, I'm going to be an agent too. ”

"Or don't be." Rudolph said leisurely: "You died to sacrifice your life for the country, and agents are people who have no state, no identity, no files, and do not exist whether they are dead or alive. ”

"But I heard that the agent's income is quite good, and the income of a year or even a month is worth my lifetime of calculating taxes for others." Locke still had a little envy.

Rudolph gave him a blank look: "Then it depends on whether you have a life to spend or not!" Ordinary people are more willing to shell out a little less tax. ”

Rudolph wasn't a good person to talk to, so Locke pursed his lips and stopped talking.

After eating, everyone lifted the curtains and peeked outside, and after seeing that there were no zombies, Gordon and Legel began to use tools to remove the wooden planks nailed to the door.

A couple of men sorted out what they were going to take away. Snead scolded: "There aren't enough bags." ”

Cheng Qianxun looked at it, picked up the decorative cloth spread on the ground, tore it vigorously, and explained: "Put the thing on it, and then tie it firmly on two opposite corners, and tie it on both sides of the body, it is a cloth package." ”

"Not bad!" Snead laughed: "In case of injury, you can also tear it open as a bandage." ”

So everyone put the things they needed on the torn cloth, tied them into a cloth wrap, and tied them to their bodies.

Cheng Qianxun saw that a piece of cloth was almost put away, and was about to pick it up, but Sneijder took the lead and said with a smile: "It's just such a little thing, you don't need a lady to do it at all." ”

Several men tied three wraps, around their waists or diagonally behind their backs.

"How many cans are left?" Gordon asked, fiddling with the door.

"About ten, just enough for one meal!" Rudolph replied.

Locke tied the cloth bag around his waist: "I also brought an oil lamp and sugar, some medical cotton and alcohol." ”

Sneijder came from the kitchen with a pot of things, "You'd better bring this too!" ”

"What?" Locke frowned and blamed when he saw it: "Why didn't you take it out earlier, we can fry it." ”

"Come on!" Snead took the frozen meat in the basin and began to fill it into the cloth: "Are you going to put some butter on it?" Then notify the group of zombies outside the house who are preparing to start the meal, someone is cooking a steak feast? ”

In the wild, the wind blows away all the smells, and a zombie with no brains will only spin around with the smell of the wind unless it is nearby.

Locke looked at the pieces of meat and swallowed: "It's the most sirloin steak, it seems that it was only eaten in the afternoon." I hope the outside temperature is still the same as yesterday, and the meat won't spoil until the afternoon. ”

"Don't do that!" Steve said disdainfully, "Your expression reminds me of those zombies who love fresh meat." ”

"Are you ready?" Removing the last plank, Gordon opened the door and looked out, then whispered to the man behind him.

Regel distributed the tools to several men, and put the rest in the tool bag and carried it on his shoulder: "Alright! ”

"We're heading west, three o'clock, and everyone is trying to stay next to each other and don't leave the team." Gordon reminded softly, then opened the door: "Go!" ”

So everyone, led by Gordon, carefully looked left and right, and walked out of the room.

As soon as they walked out of the house, everyone was extremely cautious, and they turned in a circle almost three hundred and sixty degrees to look around.

I saw a few zombies right away! They are not leaving, but leaning against or lying on the corner of the house, hiding from the sun as if they are resting and recuperating.