86_86900 Qingdai was awakened by a loud noise.

Because the floor is high, only the roof and the sky are facing outside the window, and the curtains are not closed on the Qingdai window, so that the sky is already bright. I don't know if it's morning or noon, but it's the weekend anyway, and I'm ready to get enough sleep.

Qing Dai ignored the loud noise outside the door, I don't know who is decorating or what, just knock on my door, anyway, in this coastal city that belongs to migrant workers, there is no neighborhood relationship at all.

But I seem to be a little hungry.

After tossing and turning for a while, I decided to get up and eat something.

As soon as she left the room, Qingdai finally felt wrong.

There was still a loud noise outside the door, and there was a foul smell.

Looking at the other rooms, the doors were locked. The girls who share the house are on a business trip, and the ones who go home are not at home for the time being.

The stench seemed to be coming from outside.

The air in the coastal city is good, and the smell of food comes and goes only when it's time to eat, and it's refreshing at other times. Now the stench is so strong that it looks like a septic tank has been opened.

Qing Dai walked to the balcony and looked out, I didn't think I would find anything, but after just taking a look, I was stupid.

Originally, in addition to the flower bed, there was a courtyard in the parking apron, which was bloodstained, and there were several rigid figures shaking, as if looking for something.

Qing Dai still needs to be looked closely, and those figures seem to have discovered something, and they all look up here.

The height of the sixth floor is not a problem at all, both sides can see clearly.

Qing Dai was already holding her breath. The figure below is clearly not a living person, but the appearance of a zombie in the movie: pale, rotten, and the breath of death.

In such a "public attention", Qingdai retreated into the living room step by step.

Slumped on the sofa, Qing Dai didn't know what to do. The stench around me is clearly from this movie creature, and I don't know how many of them can be so strong.

pinched himself ruthlessly and found that this qiē was not a dream, so real, so shocking.

After being stunned for I don't know how long, Qingdai touched her mobile phone and found that the phone was out of power, and the house had been powered off.

No, it's only been a day's work, how can it change so much, the blood stains outside, the stench, and the mobile phone that has been on standby for many days, and the power outage if it is not an earthquake, should be something that will happen for a long time.

Qing Dai rushed into the room and flipped to an old Nokia phone.

Originally, it was an obsolete mobile phone, but because of the high volume and long standby, Qingdai still used it as a backup alarm clock and put it on her bedside table, charged it well, and usually turned it off.

Wait until the familiar boot music sounds, Qingdai sees the time displayed on the phone: , 14:20.

When she went to bed, it was eight days ago.

In other words, Qing Dai slept for seven whole days.

In seven days, God created the world.

In seven days, the world of Qingdai was turned upside down.

Qingdai was dazed, holding the still flickering Nokia, as if holding the peaceful time that would never return.

I don't know when the loud noise outside the door stopped.

Qing Dai felt her stomach protest.

Even if the world has changed, eating is still a top priority.

I went to the kitchen in a daze to check it, the refrigerator was shut down, the temperature in the coastal city in May was comparable to early summer, all the food was scrapped, the water was cut off, the electricity was cut off, and the gas was cut off.

A qiē life resources seem to have stopped.

Qing Dai looked at the large number of snack cakes and instant noodles that she had hoarded for her home, as well as some drinks and mineral water, and wondered if she wanted to thank Taobao sellers for all kinds of discount promotions, so that she bought a lot of them in a daze, and she was worried, and now it has become a life-saving thing.

After eating something simply, Qingdai didn't know why she didn't starve to death for seven days, as if she just slept for a day, and after eating an ordinary meal, she lost her appetite when she smelled the stench.

The shutdown of all electrical appliances means that the computer and telephone networks are all paralyzed.

Qing Dai wondered what to do next. Regardless of what to do, the focus is on how to find a way out before the food is eaten.

There are monsters outside the door. This Qingdai has already guessed that those loud noises are not the work of the zombies.

For the specific habits of zombies, in addition to eating people, Qing Dai doesn't dare to refer to what she sees, whether it's better or worse, Qing Dai can't face it. The bloodstains on the outside have already shown that it must not be simple.

But Qingdai is not a weak person. Facing reality is the first step, solving problems requires intelligence, and intelligence requires risk.

How to get the most vitality when taking risks is the core of Qing Dai's current thinking.

There are only simple kitchen utensils in the kitchen, as a few migrant girls, cooking is actually dealing with the past, and a kitchen knife is the only qualified weapon.

But Qing Dai doesn't think that her physique, which usually sits in the office, can use a kitchen knife to defend herself in close combat.

Finally, Qing Dai picked up the mop next to the washing machine.

The mop is made of wood, which is stronger than the plastic one and has a longer length, giving the girl enough security.

Removing the strip of cloth on the mop, Qingdai danced the wooden stick a few times, feeling an inexplicable sense of intimacy. It's a pity that the room is too small, and Qingdai is not a practitioner, so she can't do any tricks at all.

But with the weapon in hand, it's still somewhat stronger.

There is a cat's eye at the door, and Qingdai has done psychological construction before looking out of the cat's eye.

The opposite door is in the style of an anti-theft net, which has been violently destroyed. A stump fell in the doorway......

Qing Dai was chilling.

The impact of death is something that no ordinary person can face quickly.

A stout, stiff body appeared in the doorway.

Qing Dai recognized it as the male owner next door, a man who loved his family according to the girl in the shared house, his pale face was expressionless at the moment, there was a sadness in the corners of his festering eyes, and in his mouth, there was a child's finger.

It seemed to be his child......

Qing Dai clenched the wooden stick in her hand and forced herself to look at it.

If you can't even face it, victory is vain.

Maybe the double security door couldn't stop the breath of a living person belonging to Qing Dai, and the stiff body finally turned to this side.

Step by step, step by step, approaching Qingdai's eyes.

Qing Dai finally couldn't take it anymore.

The empty and distorted face made Qing Dai pray that it was a nightmare.

Unfortunately not, even if it's a nightmare, it's just the beginning.

Qing Dai retreated from the cat's eye, held the wooden stick, shrunk to the sofa, trembling all over, unable to help herself.

What to do? Qing Dai asked herself. The terrible fact made her lose her initial courage.

If you can't get out, you'll either go mad, starve, or eventually break down and become a sacrifice to the dead.

None of this was what she wanted.

Qingdai is still young and still blooming in its best years.

Tears slipped down. Qing Dai cried silently.

Even when you are most vulnerable, you can't cry out loud, this is the end of the world.

The palms of the hands were a little wet, and it seemed that tears had fallen onto the wooden sticks and slid to the palms of the hands.

It was already dark, and it was about six o'clock in the evening.

There is no electricity, no neon, and all of them return to the original darkness.

* The sun leaves the sky, but also takes away the heat that belongs to the summer, the cool breeze is gentle, and the air from the sea also washes away the stench, and the air seems to be much more comfortable.

If it is an ordinary day, Qingdai will definitely send a WeChat message to this beautiful evening to express her praise.

But now looking at the boundless dark red sky, Qing Dai's heart is like the light outside, sinking into endless blackness little by little.

The sofa is very old, because it is a rented house, the furniture is the landlord's semi-abandoned old furniture, the TV is an antique-level style, and the leather on the sofa is even more shabby, and it cannot be covered up with beautiful cloth cushions. But a few girls still put a lot of pillows to make themselves more comfortable.

Qingdai hugged her favorite pink pig's head pillow, and fell into a dream exhausted