In the afterglow of the setting sun, a van slowly drove into the cramped riverside garden community.

Slowly stopped at the door of Unit B of Building 26, obviously there will be no more aunts from the neighborhood committee with red armbands to accuse Han Xing of random parking.

In fact, when he thought of the zombie of the aunt of the neighborhood committee still walking forward slowly and banging on the car window, Han Xing couldn't help but sigh.

He got out of the car, opened the back door, picked up the basket of things he had "purchased" earlier, and headed upstairs.

The moment he opened the door, he seemed to see his daughter and smell the delicious aroma of the food his wife was cooking. But when he walked through the door, everything was still the same as when he left at noon, without a daughter and without a wife. None of them returned, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

When he was about to use the gas stove to cook himself a bowl of hot noodles, he realized that the gas stove was not working, not only did there be no gas, no running water, and no electricity.

There seemed to be a thunderbolt in Han Xing's mind, and he seemed to have underestimated the difficulty of this survival mission. Both lighting and cooking can be solved by making a fire, which means that he has to go find some wood, and it is definitely a bad idea to make a fire at home. It is not difficult to drink water, not only bottled mineral water is available in supermarkets, but most people, including their own homes, have water dispensers. It's not a problem to last a month.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Han Xing planned to give up the idea of looking for fuel, but when he thought about it, in fact, the wooden furniture of each house could be used as fuel.

So he came to the door of 501 next door and knocked on the door, although it seemed silly to do so, but he still had illusions about it, hoping that someone next door would open the door, even if he scolded him willingly.

However, the reality was that there was no reaction, so he had to continue to use the "human ram" tactic, took a step back, and then gathered all his strength and slammed it towards the door. But I found that in addition to the fact that my arm was particularly painful, the door did not move at all.

"The quality of this door is really good, I don't know where to buy it, I'd better go to buy one like this another day." He had no choice but to give up this idea and obediently go back to eat cold.

After eating some snacks on Coke and barely filling his stomach, Han Xing suddenly felt tired. So he went to his bed, but he felt that the faces of his wife and daughter lingered. "I wonder what happened to them?" After knowing that this was a trial space created by the infinite space, he vaguely felt that this trial space might just be a copy of the still life in the real world, looking at the appearance of the van that was obviously still unloading, maybe it was between 7 and 8 o'clock in the morning. "At least I haven't seen any of my acquaintances turn into zombies." He thought. Soon he fell into a deep sleep.

At some point, a sharp, piercing and creepy whistling sound reached the ears of the sleeping Han Xing through the crack in the window. He rolled over and then covered his ears with a pillow. Even so, the whistling sound pierced through the pillow and lingered in his ears. So Han Xing also roared impatiently and sat up.

He rubbed the eye thorns from the corners of his eyes with his hands, yawned, and shook his head as he grunted.

"That bastard was there at night!" The empty bed around him and the cold of the night seemed to remind him silently.

There was a sudden clarity in his mind.

"I'm already in the world of trials in infinite space." He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Leaving the bed, he went to the windowsill and pulled back the curtains that were blown by the night breeze. But I felt that there were some moving shadows on the already cramped path downstairs. Limited by the dense shade of the trees, it is difficult to see clearly.

He wiped his eyes unconsciously, for fear that it was a hallucination caused by sleepy eyes. When you look closely, it's a large group of zombies. Han Xing was puzzled, he could hardly see them during the day, but now why there seemed to be an extra army of zombies out of thin air.

Different from the wilting of the day, under the illumination of the moonlight, these zombies move more quickly, if the zombies in the day have the speed of a snail, and take three steps to shake, the zombies at night are like evolving to the level of a turtle, at least their pace is steady.

Soon Han Xing found the owner of the howling, a deformed zombie with slender limbs and a huge head, without a single hair on his bare head, in fact, he was a bit like an alien in European and American movies.

Don't look at his thin body, but he has a big voice, and his travel is very stylish, as if he is a king-level superstar who holds a concert in reality, and he is surrounded by zombies like the stars holding the moon. And with his unique "singing voice", more zombies are coming out of the building, joining the mighty zombie army, as if going to a carnival party.

Han Xing picked up the pistol and aimed at the zombie and fired a shot, but he obviously overestimated his marksmanship, and the bullet hit a moving zombie, and the zombie fell in response, but it didn't take long for him to stagger to his feet and continue to advance with the large army. He didn't even manage to blow his head out, and Han Xing knew that it was just in vain. I had to quickly squat down, hoping that I was not discovered.

"It's a pity, this must be an elite-level or even dominant-level zombie. It's a pity that if I rush out now, I can't let them eat them alive with my small size, and my pistol has limited accuracy and range, if only I had a sniper rifle or a few grenades or bazookas or anything like that. Han Xing couldn't help but feel melancholy as he watched a large wave of survival points gradually disappear. I am glad that my family lives on the 5th floor.

Han Xing couldn't help but wonder where to get more weapons, when suddenly, there was a chaotic and dull knocking sound at the gate. Obviously, his actions still attracted the attention of the corpses. He tiptoed to the door, and through the cat's eye, he saw a large group of "visitors", several of whom were tapping the door with their hands at random. And there are many more pouring in from the staircase, squeezing the approaching zombies towards the door.

He wished it was Halloween, and that there were just some funny kids outside the door who had come to play tricks on Trick Or Treat, but looking at their distorted faces and low, bloodthirsty howls, it was clear that they couldn't pass away with sugar and chocolate. And the worst thing they can do is definitely not to graffiti on the doors and windows of their own homes.

Before he could think about it, there was an overwhelmed sound from the door, which had already been slightly deformed. He hurriedly brought the refrigerator to block the door, and brought the table behind the refrigerator, but judging from the sound from outside, it must not be able to support it for long.

"Am I going to die here like this?" He couldn't help but feel a pang of despair and regret. I am deeply ashamed of my stupidity. Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, he remembered that the balcony of his house seemed to be only two meters wide from the balcony next door.

Picking up the flashlight, he came to the balcony, opened the window, he put the flashlight in his mouth, climbed to the windowsill again, stretched out one hand to grab his own anti-theft window, one foot stepped on the air conditioner, he was not sure if this could support his weight, he hurriedly grabbed the anti-theft window and stood on the air conditioner, and stretched out his foot to the windowsill of the next house, one hand tried to open the window, but the window was obviously locked.

There was a loud bang, and the zombie had apparently broken through the gate and entered his home, and he had no way out. Suddenly, he looked at the flashlight he was holding in his mouth, and had a plan, this flashlight was not an ordinary flashlight, but a police flashlight he asked a friend to get, with a metal texture and a black coating. He picked up the flashlight and slammed it on the window glass, which shattered to the ground, and he immediately jumped into the balcony of the house next door.

Although there are a few wounds on his hand from being pierced by glass slag, it is better than being gnawed into a stick by the zombie next door. Seeing the zombies next door howling at him, but he was helpless about himself, Han Xing was proud for a while.

He picked up his pistol and shot him in the head at the zombie who was roaring at him, only five meters apart, and frankly missed the distance to be funny. He drew the gourd in the same way and killed the other 4 zombies. He completed his second task (7/10).

Han Xing treated the wound with iodine and band-aids that he found next door. There was another knock of zombies outside the door, and it was clear that they didn't intend to give up.

He had to check the door, only to find that it was the 501 house that was so thick that even he couldn't break through it with all his might. From the outside, this door is no different from a normal security door, but from the inside, you will find that its thickness and material are very different from ordinary doors. ，

Regardless of the futilely slapping zombies, he searched the room. The most of the books here are lined up on one side of the wall, which looks like a small library. He instinctively had a strange feeling, and he guessed that it might be the private retreat of some persecuted magnanimous man, or maybe the location of the Golden House. But it didn't have much to do with him, as long as it was a safe place in his opinion.

In view of the disturbance of the "King of Rock and Roll", he did not sleep well, but looking at the white belly of the fish in the east, he knew that it was already dawn, so he picked up a book to pass the time.

It's not so much about reading a book, it's about looking at a book and thinking, and the book always stays on the first page. "Where can I get more and better weapons? Pregnant. He suddenly had an idea.

In the mighty group of zombies a few kilometers away, the big-headed zombie who looked like a superstar flashed a vicious light in his eyes and shot in the direction of the riverside garden.