In Beijing in September, the sun is still like fire, a few weak cicadas are heard from time to time in the lush woods in the suburbs, a gust of wind blows, the yellow sand is all over the sky, and on the road between the forests, a Grand Cherokee full of dust has long been unable to see the original color.

The windows of the Grand Cherokee were open, and the car stereo was playing BonJovi's "It'smylife," which was deafening. The driver's silver reflective toad glasses didn't mind the choking dust, his gray-yellow hair fluttering in the wind, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down the direction of the wind, leaving marks on the dusty face.

A Type 97 automatic rifle was placed haphazardly on the bridge, several tape-wrapped magazines were scattered on the passenger seat, and the floor of the cab was littered with bullet casings, beating rhythmically with the bumps of the vehicle.

"Bang!" The Grand Cherokee shook violently, and a ragged zombie was knocked on the hood, staring at the dead gray eyes, opening its mouth, and waving in vain in the direction of the cab with its hands stretched out like dead branches.

"Squeak!" The tires of the Grand Cherokee rubbed violently against the ground, making a sharp brake sound, and the zombie on the hood flew more than ten meters away due to the action of inertia.

"Ugh." The zombie roared, and its already heavily rotten body was smashed into two, but even so, it still crawled in the direction of the Grand Cherokee.

A pair of heavy military boots appeared in front of its turbid eyes, and in an instant, they stepped heavily on its head, and with a "snap", ** burst, the black-brown brain tissue mixed with dirt, splashed far away, and the zombie twitched twice and then completely quieted down.

The military boots rubbed on the yellow earth, the fat man took off his sunglasses, took out a cigarette, lit it silently, and looked into the distance.

It took Zhao Qiang nearly a month to reach Beijing from Changsha, and along the way, zombies were raging everywhere, and survivors were teetering on the brink of survival and destruction. The zombies hunted scattered survivors everywhere, and many large survivor camps also did similar things, fighting without stopping for a moment.

Wuhan, Zhengzhou, Shijiazhuang, all the cities along the way have become a paradise for zombies, the more prosperous the area, the more zombies there are, the only thing that makes Zhao Qiang feel hopeful is that through the high-power receivable power station on the vehicle, Zhao Qiang can receive all kinds of communications from time to time.

This is the first time in Zhao Qiang's life to travel by car, along the highway all the way north, no toll booths, no speeding fines, no endless traffic, driving the Grand Cherokee picked up from the side of the road, galloping on the black asphalt road.

Zhao Qiang did not think about giving up the move to the north, in the eyes of ordinary people, leaving the protection of the large army, the journey to find the antidote alone is no different from suicide.

The vast majority of the survivors have left the city center with the highest concentration of zombies, and have taken refuge in the sparsely populated countryside, one after another, either rudimentary or perfect, groups of three or five or hundreds of people camps are scattered in all corners, good people, bad people, there is no obvious line.

In Zhao Qiang's heart, this world doesn't seem to have changed much, it used to be a world of individual cannibalism, and it is still like this now, the only difference is that this world is more real and bloody. In the past, most people put on military uniforms, shouldered guns, and stepped on the battlefield without hesitation for the benefit of a few, but now, there is only one reason left for war - to live.

In the eyes of the zombies, Zhao Qiang is a large piece of active fresh meat, a sumptuous dinner party, and they can't resist the desire for fresh meat at any time; In the eyes of many ill-intentioned people, Zhao Qiang is a mobile supply depot, with guns, ammunition, food, everything, just a bullet, or a small dagger, can be exchanged for rich returns; In the eyes of the near-hopeless survivors, this chubby lone ranger gives them hope and makes them understand that those zombies are not invincible.

Dealing with bloodthirsty zombies, Zhao Qiang's measures are simple and crude, most of the time, in order to save ammunition, two heavy and sharp stainless steel hand axes will turn into wildly dancing scythes in the hands of the god of death, harvesting those souls that should have belonged to it in the first place.

Most of the time, there is not much difference between the ill-intentioned and the desperate survivors, some are extremely vicious, some are obscene, some are mixed and wait for death, but no matter what, they cannot hide their despair. Every time Zhao Qiang appeared, he almost fought his way out of the zombie group, and the dark red stainless steel hand axe was filled with a murderous aura that could not be dissolved.

Most people will be shocked by this breath, become a desperate survivor in Zhao Qiang's eyes, and finally get an unexpected fortune, only a few crazy people who have been desperate to the point of collapse, will use all kinds of means, hoping to turn this fat man who doesn't look so difficult to deal with and the materials he carries with him without the consent of the victim, when he finally understands that those seemingly precious bullets are so worthless, at least for the dead, Those bullets really have no value.

North! North! Even if there are many difficulties along the way, it still can't stop Zhao Qiang's footsteps to the north. At the feet of the Son of Heaven, the land of the first good, not to mention the existence of a temporary government that can send rescue teams outside, perhaps, everything will be different.

With a "bang", the car door slammed shut, and Zhao Qiang habitually turned on the radio station and carefully adjusted the frequency of the radio.

……

"Yun Peng, how is today?"

"Just for the sake of the pure water distribution station, this killed two wise men!" The airwaves were filled with sporadic gunshots, and the man known as Yun Peng laughed and scolded: "Haodong, you kid should pay back the case of beer you owe me, right?" ”

"Isn't it just a case of beer? As for what you talk about all day long? Haodong muttered: "Today, buddy buy one get one free, just got a carriage of roast duck from Quanjude, and our brothers will get drunk at night!" ”

"Your uncle, it's been more than half a fucking year, and I haven't seen a single bird, where the hell did you get the roast duck?" There was some surprise in Yun Peng's tone.

"Your uncle! Don't you know that there is a technology in this world called vacuum packaging! Haodong said disdainfully: "Okay, don't talk about it, the zombies of the dog day also want to eat roast duck, Lao Tzu is working!" ”

……

"Beijing, I'm coming!" The corners of Zhao Qiang's mouth raised slightly, and the Cherokee let out a cheerful roar, stirring up dust again.

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