The little boy took my hand and said, "Can you play with me?" ”

"Then can you get rid of the people behind you first?" After I finished speaking, I shuddered, and motioned to the foreigner children to look at the living dead behind me.

The child's first reaction when he saw the living dead behind him was to lose the reed stalk in his hand and run away. I didn't run far and came back again, holding my hand and running together. "What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

"You're afraid of them?" I asked out of breath as I ran.

"Aren't you going to shoot?" The child looked at me suspiciously.

"But, you ......" I almost told me that I knew he wasn't human, in case he killed someone." You've been pulling me to run, where are you going? ”

"Don't you run, waiting to be eaten by those zombies?"

"Zombies?" It turns out that those are the legendary zombies, and they are all the living dead anyway.

I followed the child and kept running forward, the walls on both sides were several people high, we ran about four or five hundred meters, and there was a ditch similar to a stream in the middle, we crossed over, and ran forward for a long time, and suddenly found that we could not continue to move forward, a dead end.

My goodness.

How is this going to be?

The living dead behind us are getting closer and closer, their movements stiff and slow. I wanted to climb up to the eaves, but I couldn't climb up after several attempts, I don't know what's wrong, my hands and feet are shaking, and I can't use any strength.

There was a window about 1.8 meters above the ground on the wall, and the child passed through the window, and I only noticed it after the child passed. This is a sealed window, and children are not naturally able to get by.

I put the butterfly knife in my mouth and freed my hands to climb the wall. I've tried several times and still haven't succeeded. The child was holding a reed stalk across the window and blowing the bubbles in his hand, leisurely, and I was anxious to catch fire. I took a few steps back, ran a short run, and jumped up to see the kid playing with the bubbles in his hand by the window. Suddenly, I landed again, and simply squatted on the ground, and I really didn't have the strength to toss.

The butterfly flail is a very good treasure. It's a pity that sometimes it works in my hands, sometimes it doesn't work, and I don't know when it will really play a key role. Usually I use it ten times, and I succeed once or twice, and in this kind of probability, I really don't know the bottom in my heart.

The living dead stopped only about five meters from me. There was only one living dead man who stepped forward. Is this going heads-up?

I tightly tied the butterfly knife in my hand, gesturing, sometimes holding it with one hand, blocking it in front of me, sometimes changing hands to hold it, and suddenly holding it with both hands, for a while I didn't know how to hold it, and the knife was in front of me and changed a lot of postures, which always felt inappropriate.

"Don't come here." After I finished yelling. The zombie of the living dead still keeps coming towards me, hey. Forget that they are not Chinese and do not understand Chinese. I know that learning is important, and I can't hold my feet when I want to.

It's a pity that it's not a dream, if it's a dream, tell it to stop, and it will stop.

There is a language communication barrier, what is the problem?

There was a dilapidated stool in the corner, and I stepped on the stool, standing on tiptoe and looking at the child across the window, he tilted his head and blew into the sky, and the bubbles flew in the air for a while, and the 'wave' disappeared into the air and scattered in the air.

I tapped the window hard, and it was sealed.

Suddenly I felt that something was entangled in my clothes, and I looked back to see that the living dead was standing at my feet, his hands constantly grabbing my clothes. "Ah......" I closed my eyes and took the butterfly throwing knife and slashed it indiscriminately, and it really worked, I straightened my clothes with a weak heart, and strengthened my courage.

The living dead was a little farther away from me, and I jerked against the edge of the window, sat down, and then quickly gathered all my feet and squatted down on the edge of the window, which was fortunately wider, but fortunately I was not fat.

The rest of the living dead saw that something was wrong, and all of them came over.

Nearly a dozen or so living dead men were baring their teeth and claws at my feet. The height of 1.8 meters is okay for me who is more than 16 meters tall, but there are a few relatively tall people of the living dead who are already about 1.8 meters, and with their hands, they can directly touch my feet.

Seeing that they are right at my feet, they are about to pounce on me in the next second. At this moment, I can't help but be afraid.

I held the butterfly knife and gestured towards the living dead, they had tasted the power of the butterfly knife, and they didn't dare to mess around for a while, and in the panic I removed the wood from the mesh window behind me one by one, and stabbed it towards the living dead, and finally the window was almost removed.

He poked his head out of the window and saw a ditch about one and a half meters wide, and there were a bunch of dead people floating on the stagnant water, the smell of blood, the stench of decay, the corpses were already swollen, rotten, and stinky, and the clothes of those corpses were crawling with fat maggots, and the maggots stretched out and shrunk their bodies to drill back and forth on those rotten and unseemly corpses.

Even more disgusting was that the maggots crawled up and into the nostrils of the corpses, some out of the ears and some out of the corners of the eyes...... There are also flies, cockroaches, and rats coming to grab food.

The child's feet were still covered with gooey flesh and pus. He played with the reed stalk bubbles in his hand, and at the same time stepped and jumped back and forth on the ground to catch the bubbles flying in the sky.

I was so sick that I couldn't stand it.

Turning back, the hands of the living dead were already at my feet. "Mom......" I kept stomping my feet, screaming in fright, and my face turned white with fright. It is far more terrifying than the situation of 'the wolf before the tiger and the tiger'.

Accidentally, the butterfly flail was thrown out, and with a semi-circular arc, the butterfly flail sealed the throat of one of the living dead, and then the butterfly flail returned to my hand. Oh, and I managed to do the butterfly flail without even noticing.

The living dead are obviously more fierce than just now, maybe they were just pretending to be tigers and pretending to be pretentious, and they didn't really want to do anything, but now they probably won't stop there.

Suddenly it felt like I was sinking a few centimeters, like an earthquake, a swamp. I looked down, and the living dead had knocked down the wall under my feet, and so the wall began to shrink, and I was one step closer to the ground and one step closer to the living dead as the wall fell.

Oh my god.

It's scary than eating it straight. 【】(To be continued.) )