There were so many zombies outside the kitchen door that they tried to lure them to the back half of the cabin.

And Fu An'an's room is right in the middle of the cabin!

When he watched the hot music playing on his mobile phone not too far from his room, summoning a group of untidy, unkempt zombies who were ready to 857 at any time, Fu An'an couldn't tell how fucked up he was.

Her psychological quality in the past 19 years has grown by leaps and bounds in just one month.

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The twentieth day of survival in the sea, two o'clock in the morning

Fu An'an was taking a short break when he suddenly felt a faint noise above his head.

Fu Anan sat up at once, picked up the kitchen knife placed at the head of the bed, and looked fiercely at the top of his head.

Click-

The ventilation ducts are opened.

Fu An'an took a step back, and the palm of the kitchen knife began to sweat.

The next moment, the head above was exposed first-

It's a living person, and it's an acquaintance! Even the flower can't carve well, and the kitchen master who relies on luck and hue to become the chef.

Master Fu glanced at the kitchen knife in Fu An'an's hand, flipped it lightly, and landed on Fu An'an's bed almost without a sound. Kitchen Master Fu looked around, then looked at Fu An'an, and asked in a low voice, "Is there food and water?" ”

Fu An'an took out a packet of bread that was about to expire, as well as a bottle of mineral water.

Master Fu took it and opened the bread. The demeanor looks elegant and good-looking, in fact, he eats bread and drinks the whole bottle of mineral water in half a minute.

"Thank you." Master Fu was as cold as ever, and began to survey the surroundings.

Then he took out the extra sheets from the closet, tied them to a long cloth rope, and stood on the sofa and tied one of them to the upper right corner of the door.

"Here's a hand." Master Fu stood in front of the wardrobe and whispered to Fu An'an, "Protect these edges and corners, don't let them bump and make a sound." ”

As he spoke, Master Fu rolled up his sleeves and revealed his strong arms.

Dressed thin and stripped with flesh, it may be like him.

The strength is still great, and one person picks up the wardrobe and uses the things in the room to set up a stronger defense line at the door again, which looks more secure.

I feel that this master chef Fu can do anything except carving.

"Master Fu." Fu An'an leaned over and asked, "Are you from the kitchen?" ”

"Fu Yizhi." The man said lightly, bowing his head and wiping the guy pinned to his waist, "The crew has infighting, a small number of people have taken over the kitchen, the supplies are controlled by them, and all those who resist them will be killed and thrown out to feed the zombies." ”

"Can't you even beat them with a gun?"

Fu Anan looked at the pistol that had been wiped bright, and silently put away his kitchen knife.

How can a cook have a gun?

"That's all there is out there...... Can you shoot? Fu Yizhi put the pistol on the table, picked up the apple that Fu An'an had placed on the table, and nibbled on it.

Fu An'an frowned slightly, and when he saw that he was not ready to leave, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"This ventilation pipe leads in all directions, where are you going?"

"That's it."

"What? No. Fu An'an said without thinking, "I don't have enough food here, Master Fu, you better go to other rooms and have a look." ”

"In the last ten days of the survival game, the difficulty will get higher and harder." Fu Yizhi said lightly.

Fu Anan was stunned for a moment, and immediately pretended to be stupid, "What survival game?" I don't understand. ”