Woke up from the nightmare again, Zhao Qiang couldn't remember how many nightmares this was. Only from the day of the disaster, Zhao Qiang has never slept peacefully.

The nightmare is as vivid as if it were a real thing, and his wife, besieged by zombies, is torn to pieces in despair, and there is nothing he can do about it. Even after waking up, the pain in his chest made Zhao Qiang have some difficulty breathing.

Half a month ago, Zhao Qiang was kicked out of the house by his sad father-in-law because of a lie to the whole family because of work problems, and since then he has been in two different cities with his wife. For this reason, Zhao Qiang lives in the pain of separating from his beloved wife every day, but at this time, disaster happened.

December 22, 2012, 14:08.

There was also a job fair at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and in order to be able to find a job, Zhao Qiang rarely paid attention to his appearance. Just as he bent down to tie his shoelaces, a strong white light pierced the sky, and even though it was early afternoon, it was still so dazzling.

The skin of the people who have been directly illuminated by the light begins to fester, fall off, and new skin grows under the festering skin, and then the same begins to fester, and the pain of the cycle causes the affected people to fall down one by one, until they struggle to die in pain.

Countless people died in the disaster, but there are still countless people who were not affected by the disaster, and governments and militaries responded immediately by initiating investigations into the incident and treating the dead and wounded.

However, death does not mean the end of all disasters, it is just the beginning.

Countless dead people were piled up in the square near where they were killed, and because of the sheer number of them, many of them were not even put into body bags in time, and were just casually discarded. The soldiers took over the city's security and aftermath work as soon as possible, and many ordinary citizens also spontaneously took to the streets, silently assisting the soldiers in cleaning up the remains of the victims. There was a deep sadness on the faces of many people, and from time to time there were a few cries of anguish in the streets, as anxious family members had found their loved ones among the victims.

Just as people were busy counting and decorating the bodies of the victims, the biggest disaster finally broke out.

In an inconspicuous corner, two gray-haired old men were struggling to carry the body of a victim towards the gathering point, with deep sorrow written on their faces. Suddenly, the victim's hands began to twitch unconsciously, and his eyes opened violently. The old man who found this strange state was frightened, because in China, this situation is called corpse fraud.

The man who had struck the corpse sat up from the stretcher suddenly, and the frightened old man had already thrown the stretcher on the ground, and the events beyond their imagination made them sit on the ground with horror written in their eyes. After the corpse man sat up, he kept writhing on the ground in a very uncoordinated manner, as if he could not control the cold body. Slowly, it struggled to its feet, its dead fish-like eyes looking around, as if listening to something.

Suddenly there were screams in the distance, and a few scattered gunshots. These sudden sounds immediately stimulated the man who was cheating on the side, and then it found the two old men on the ground who had completely fainted. A low roar immediately erupted in its throat, and it stretched out its hands and slowly pounced on the old man......

At the time of the disaster, Zhao Qiang was hustered in a cramped rental room, numbing his nerves with cigarettes and alcohol. He was very disgusted by the Mayan prophecy, because the new house he bought in Changsha was handed over in these days, and once the end of the world came, his property was lost. After finding out that the disaster happened, Zhao Qiang's first thought was his wife who was far away in Changsha, so he did not participate in the local rescue in Yueyang and chose to pack up and rush back to Changsha to meet his beloved wife.

On the phone, I learned that everything was fine on my wife's side, and my wife Peng Sha was at work when the disaster occurred. After the accident, the company immediately announced a holiday, so Peng Sha was able to return to her residence as soon as possible, fortunately avoiding the outbreak of the second round of disasters.

Resident Evil! In Zhao Qiang's mind, only this word could describe this disaster. Looking out of the windows of the rental house, there were people running around and zombies raging everywhere, and the occasional sporadic gunfire soon ended with screams.

In China, the soldiers who came to the disaster did not carry any weapons, and the victims who were rescued by them were the largest, so when the second disaster broke out, these unarmed soldiers became the first dinner for countless zombies.

The sporadic gunfire came from the local police and SWAT, but the police did not dare to shoot at the zombies, after all, those guys seemed to be ordinary people, and the police's duty was to protect the people and not slaughter these unarmed ordinary people. Tragedy inevitably happened, and countless people who participated in the rescue were tragically reduced to the food that these zombies used to feed their stomachs.

And the reason why this disaster is called Resident Evil is because like the previous games and movies, all the people who were bitten by zombies ended up being the same kind of zombies and began to look for fresh raw meat.

The TV intermittently repeated the "Speech to the Citizens" of a senior government official:

Please close the doors and windows, do not go out, and wait for rescue...... Please avoid contact with the body and the person who was bitten...... Deal with them...... Attack their heads...... We've got the situation under control......

The outside world was still chaotic, with screams of terror everywhere that soon came to an abrupt end. Standing at the window and looking at everything that happened outside, Zhao Qiang found that he couldn't get out.

The neighborhood was full of wandering zombies, and those who survived were hiding in their homes and were afraid to move, but even so, the screams continued one after another. With each scream, countless wandering zombies will rush towards the source of the sound, until the next scream sounds.

Zhao Qiang took out his mobile phone again and dialed the number that could no longer be familiar, and on the other side of the phone, it was his longing wife, Peng Sha.

"Baby, are you alright?" The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and Zhao Qiang tried hard to make his voice sound less scared.

There was only crying on the other end of the "......" phone, which was an answer to Zhao Qiang's question.

"Don't be afraid, baby." The stone in Zhao Qiang's heart fell to the ground, "Listen to me, from now on, no matter who it is, don't open the door until I come back, remember, don't open the door." ”

"Strong, I'm afraid." Pensa dragged out her tears, apparently frightened by what was happening outside.

It took a long time for Zhao Qiang to calm his wife down and get the information he wanted to know. The grain stored at home in Changsha is only enough for his wife to last half a month or less, because his wife's work hours are irregular, Zhao Qiang once prepared two boxes of instant noodles at home, and the 100 catties of rice that were wholesaled back from Gaoqiao half a month ago I believe that his wife can also get through this extraordinary period.

Zhao Qiang sat on the bed, thinking about his next move. Changsha and Yueyang are not far apart, and in the past, it was less than 30 minutes away by high-speed rail, but in the current situation, public transportation is obviously unrealistic. ", I need a car." Zhao Qiang rubbed his face fiercely, "At the same time, you also need a driver!" Zhao Qiang has not forgotten the reality that he can't drive.

There are a lot of cars parked in the community, but Zhao Qiang can't drive, let alone steal cars.

When Zhao Qiang was about to fall into despair, the gunfire outside began to intensify.

A certain unit of the Guangzhou Military Region stationed in the Yueyang area received an order, and thousands of officers and men marched into the Yueyang city area in full gear. After receiving the order to fire at will, the soldiers began to open fire on the zombies that kept pouring in the streets. The Type 95 rifle used by individual soldiers, the 7.62mm machine gun mounted on the armored vehicle spewed red tongues of fire, and the powerful fire instantly tore apart the wall of flesh formed by the zombies.

At the gate of Zhao Qiang's community, dozens of soldiers jumped out of the truck. In the face of hundreds of zombies inside and outside the community, this group of fighters quickly resolved the battle, and the firepower provided by dozens of 95 quickly beat these zombies to pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Soon, a simple fortification was built at the gate of the community, leaving a team of about a dozen people to resist the zombies from outside the community, and the other fighters divided into several teams and entered the community.

Each squad has a fighter with a portable megaphone on the radio, and the way they distinguish between normal and zombie is to shout at everyone who tries to get close, and shoot anyone who doesn't answer and moves slowly.

When a small group of soldiers finally came to Zhao Qiang's downstairs, a call for support suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on the shoulder of a non-commissioned officer, and the situation at the gate was urgent. The fighters began to turn around and rush towards the gate.

Zhao Qiang didn't hesitate, picked up the only axe that could be called a weapon at hand and rushed out.

"What person" A soldier found Zhao Qiang who suddenly rushed out, and quickly turned his gun and aimed it at this uninvited guest.

"Don't shoot!" Zhao Qiang shouted, lest the warrior would not be able to control his fingers, and at the same time quickly approached those warriors, "I'm not infected!" ”

Hearing the movement here, several soldiers gathered around, found the axe in Zhao Qiang's hand, and shouted nervously: "Put down your weapons and raise your hands to your head!" ”

Zhao Qiang obediently threw away the axe in his hand, raised his hands high and put them in a place where the soldiers could see, and shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I have no malice!" ”

Seeing that the people who came were quite cooperative, several fighters finally relaxed their vigilance. "Is there anyone else?" A soldier held up the frightened Zhao Qiang. "No, I'm alone." Zhao Qiang swallowed. "Okay, you follow us closely, and you're in front of us." The soldier clenched his gun and turned around and ran towards the entrance of the community.

When I came to the door of the community, I found that the situation was close to getting out of control. Countless zombies piled up at the entrance of the community, trying to break through the main road guarded by the soldiers, not the wall of the community and the previous improvised fortifications, the defense line at the gate had already been broken through by the zombies. The dozen or so soldiers who were originally guarding the door had already run out of ammunition and died, and it wasn't for the soldiers in the community who returned to defense immediately, and barely suppressed the zombie group that broke into the community, and now the situation will be different.

In addition to the soldiers, there were more than a dozen survivors hiding in the corridor on the side, most of them elderly people with limited mobility. These old people were lucky to escape the outbreak of the disaster, but they did not understand why the people's army would shoot at the common people, many of them were still angrily scolding the soldiers who were responsible for protecting them for shooting at the people outside, while many more were frightened by what they saw, hiding in the corner and shivering.

I found that Zhao Qiang, the only young man, an officer with the rank of second lieutenant, walked over quickly.

"Little brother, do you know the current situation?" The second lieutenant obviously didn't want Zhao Qiang to be ignorant of the situation outside.

"I know, but is there anything I can do?" Zhao Qiang nodded, he didn't want to be the food in the mouths of those zombies, let alone one of them.

"Good, we need your help now." The second lieutenant patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder, turned his head and shouted at a soldier: "Xiao Li, bring a gun over and tell this kid how to use it!" ”

The soldier named Xiao Li agreed, and after firing two shots at the zombie at the door, he turned around and ran, and the second lieutenant officer quickly filled the void caused by Xiao Li's departure.

Xiao Li took out a Type 95 rifle from his back, handed it to Zhao Qiang, and at the same time told Zhao Qiang the basic use of the 95, loading, changing magazines, aiming, shooting, and then stuffed Zhao Qiang with a few magazines, and quickly returned to the defense line.

Zhao Qiang had been exposed to guns during military training in college, but there were only 81 and 3 bullets at that time, and after the other students finished three bullets in an instant, Zhao Qiang was still there to aim steadily, and gently pulled the trigger, so that the instructor at the time thought that this guy was born to play with guns.

This time, the firearm was upgraded, and the bullets changed from 3 to 3 magazines, but the target that Zhao Qiang needed to aim at changed from a target paper 100 meters away to a living person 10 meters away. Although Zhao Qiang thought that he was already nervous under the influence of film and television works and violent games, when the bloody scene really appeared in front of him, Zhao Qiang's stomach began to turn upside down.

Those are zombies. If I don't kill them, then I'll be eaten by them. It's just a dream, and it's okay to wake up. Zhao Qiang found countless excuses to comfort himself, but he held the gun, but his hands trembled violently, enduring the tumbling vomit in his stomach, and he had no intention of shooting.

The situation quickly took a turn for the worse, and the fighters' ammunition bottomed out. A base of ammunition looks so pitiful in the face of the surging zombie horde. Those zombies have no pain and are not afraid, they only have fresh flesh in front of them in their hearts, and everything else is not within their consideration. The noisy gunfire attracted all the zombies in the vicinity, and many zombies from a distance also followed the zombies who found the right direction towards the gunshots. The endless army of zombies had already surrounded the community, and many warriors had desperate looks on their faces.

After firing the last bullet, several young soldiers rushed into the zombie group with the last glorious bullet, and the shock wave generated by the explosion slightly delayed the attack of those zombies, giving the fighters behind a chance to breathe. But even so, countless zombies still rushed towards the remaining warriors one after another.

Experienced fighters know how to save bullets, and every accurate shot can always harvest the life of a zombie, but as the number of people gets smaller and smaller, the experienced veteran soldiers gradually can't bear it.

"Xiao Zhao, take those old people and retreat into the corridor. Fast! The short battle had already made everyone familiar with each other, so the veteran Zhang Tao gave Zhao Qiang an order.

Zhao Qiang knew his strength, and although he was barely able to shoot now, the feeling of tumbling in his stomach made him unable to aim calmly, let alone effectively kill. Zhao Qiang handed over the remaining magazine to the veteran, and beckoned a few old men who were already close to the battle line to retreat to the corridor.

It didn't take long for only 7 or 8 fighters left, and the others either pounced on the zombies with glorious bullets, or were torn to pieces by the surging zombies if they didn't change the ammunition in time, and even the previous second lieutenant, when he was bitten by the zombies, he couldn't get out of the rifle after using all the bullets, and in desperation, he pulled out his own gun and ended his life. The remaining soldiers were already exhausted and ran out of ammunition and food.

All the soldiers retreated into the corridor, Zhang Tao threw out his glorious bullet outside, relying on the explosion to delay the zombie for a few seconds, and slammed the security door at the corridor. Countless zombies didn't want to give up the fresh meat that was about to arrive, and frantically tore at the iron door that stood in front of them.

Zhao Qiang was afraid that the old people would not be able to stand this crazy scene, so he placed them in the stairwell on the second floor, and at this time he and the remaining few soldiers were waiting in horror for the last moment to come. The security door has been installed for many years, and the original products that cut corners are still in disrepair, and many fences have begun to break one after another because they can't withstand the tearing of the zombie horde.

Everyone silently checked their remaining ammunition, and several old soldiers secretly carefully withdrew a bullet from the chamber and held it in the palm of their hands. Zhao Qiang understood that those warriors didn't want to end up becoming those monsters, and that bullet must have been shot at his head in the end. And the old people upstairs can only resign themselves to fate.