Worried all the way, there was a thrilling success back to the hotel.

It's just that when I returned to the gate, there was a zombie hanging on the door number above, and the upper and lower parts of the zombie were connected by vertebrae, which I didn't notice at first, but when I entered the door, the lower half of my body fell directly in front of my eyes.

I almost suffered a cardiac arrest, and my backhand was a knife.

Looking down from the top floor, the devastation reveals the gore of blood.

The Presidential Suite has a dark passage to the left of the staircase that leads to the rooftop, and a small door to the back that provides the easiest way to reach the ground.

Because this is the exclusive personal passage of the presidential suite, it goes straight to the first floor, and unless I have to, I will not easily leave this place and go straight to the square, where zombies of all sizes are gathered.

According to my judgment, this staircase is particularly safe without my breath, and when I come back this time, I choose to come up from this place.

Maybe it's because of this action, the staircase has begun to smell of me, so if there are some zombies entangled there, it's still a bit troublesome to go down.

The must-have in a five-star hotel is a solar power reserve, which is also the basis for my survival for a year, fortunately, I downloaded several hard disk movies and TV series and novels before the end, so in this environment, I still haven't had a nervous breakdown.

Occasionally take a look at the zombie escape reference in the movie, the phrase that art comes from life is not fake, but it's a pity that every time I see the end, the protagonist of the movie can't escape death in the end, and the future is too desperate and gloomy, so I refuse to watch it again.

The memory of being locked up inside the food station is etched in my mind, and if I had been more sensitive to the danger outside, I might not have fallen to that point, or maybe I could have run a little faster......

This unwilling thought made me conclude a truth, I am too weak.

I need to make myself a little stronger, and this strength is not dependent on external existence.

By analogy, even if I have the most advanced firearms in my hand, I can't hide the weakness of my physique, and it's useless to run fast zombies if I can't hold a gun.

Standing in front of the mirror, I am a white chicken, except for my eyeballs, which are considered to be good, there is no place to exert force on my body.

I started exercising, and there was no shortage of equipment in the room, but every time I got off the treadmill, I was sweating profusely, like I had lost half my life.

As long as there aren't some weird zombies hanging around in front of the security door, I don't have to worry too much about my life.

As the week passed, the effect of the exercise was not significant, which made me a little discouraged, but also strengthened the idea that I would continue to exercise.

I also went downstairs several times during this period, and from time to time some bombers flew in the sky, and at this moment, I hid myself tightly, and according to my intuition, if anyone appeared at this time, it was definitely not a good person.

Driving a tattered sports car, all covered in pitch black blood, the white body was hidden by these black marks, and the car was pulled aside as usual, I didn't choose to use the elevator to go upstairs, because it was full of zombies who had gone crazy in the elevator.

In fact, this hotel is completely self-sufficient, and if I don't have any land to farm, maybe I'll build a post-apocalyptic place here.

Walking up the stairs with a knife, sometimes I would see crowded zombies on the floors downstairs, and the moment they rushed towards me like crazy, I got stuck on the second floor.

There are some zombies who can't walk, this is a phenomenon that I have observed in the past few days, it is incredible, there are some zombies who keep repeating the action of hitting the wall before, as if he will keep repeating that action if there is nothing around that can attract his attention.

In fact, after meeting that girl zombie, I became extremely curious about the behavior of these weird zombies now.

Unfortunately, there is no laboratory in the hotel, and there are no corresponding chemical tools, but after I observed a zombie that I had determined that it would never attack me, it was completely confirmed that in this world, these zombies have begun to diverge in different directions.

Aware of this unusual phenomenon, I clenched my phone, acutely aware of the world, and began to sift through it further without me even knowing it.

I'm not sure if this screening is good or bad, but after a long year of waiting, I seem to have seen some kind of turnaround.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Darwin's theory of evolution is most in line with the principle of survival of the fittest in this world, and if you screen according to the first echelon, I guess it is the first one to be kicked out of the ecosystem.

Pushing the neutralized attack zombie aside, I began to explore the inside of the hotel, because I had been in and out many times, and the food station had become dangerous, so I shifted my mind to the inside of the hotel.

I was on the top floor of the hotel, the Presidential Suite, followed by the next class of luxury, and on the tenth floor, every time I passed, I could hear some angry roars, and the floor was full of white limbs, not like human, but more like spiders.

The last time I went upstairs, I noticed that the staircase was covered with some white spider silk, which could be broken with a strong pull, and it didn't do anything other than a little stickiness.

But this time it was different, and as I was about to go upstairs as usual, several cocoons entangled in spider silk appeared at the top of the stairs.

The dense insect cocoons were blocked next to it, and there was a faint squeaking sound from inside, like mice and insects, which made my back chill when I heard it.

At the same time, my hand holding the stairs seemed to be paralyzed by something, and I couldn't move at all, and I reflexively wanted to run as soon as I wanted to, and the first step I took tripped me directly.

It turned out that at some point, my calves were wrapped up in circles of spider silk, and the sound of falling to the ground was extremely deep in this quiet corridor.

"it!"

With my hands on the ground, I desperately tried to tear the spider silk apart, but as soon as I touched the spider silk, my hands kept shaking like Parkinson's.

A huge shadow hung over my head, and I looked up in disbelief, and I was almost scared to death by what I saw.

"Damn!"