Chapter 113: Rush Out of the Hospital!

The door was opened, and the group rushed into the passage. Leon picked up a baseball bat and beat a walking corpse in a bondage suit back to his hospital room.

On the right side of the hallway, there is a push-bed, on which a walking corpse is fastened, its body is gnawed and mutilated, and its head is shaking all the time.

"Big head, what are you going to do? The walking dead are dangerous, you should follow everyone! ”

The big head walked towards it, ignoring Leon's dissuasion, grabbed the head of the walking corpse, and used brute force to pull the head off in an instant, looking at everyone.

"Well, maybe it's not dangerous." Leon convinced himself, the corners of his mouth twitching.

As the group continued to move forward, the walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with shocking bloodstains, and there were many handprints left on the walls by patients as they struggled.

A walking corpse wearing an electrotherapy helmet and a hospital gown spotted Leon and the others and roared towards them. Everyone stepped back, with Lyurion alone in front.

"Nima, say that you will be born and die!"

Leon smiled helplessly and watched the walking corpse walk towards him. Since everyone chose him, he was not embarrassed to back down, but rose to the challenge.

As the walking corpse waved and grabbed at him, Leon quickly crouched down, grabbed the plug attached to his helmet, and shoved it into the wall socket.

Leon stepped back a meter, and after the wire was connected, the electrotherapy helmet instantly emitted electric light, and the powerful current damaged the line, and the walking corpse was convulsed by electricity.

After a burst of firelight, the head of the walking corpse was scorched, and one fell backwards, emitting a pungent smell of familiarity, and everyone covered their noses.

"Dude, you're darker than Teddy now!"

Looking at the smoking heads of the walking corpses, Leon quipped. While watching, a walking corpse in a wheelchair with a bare head rushed out of the ward.

Its brain, which seemed to still have a little consciousness, remembered how to use the wheelchair, and quickly slid the tires with its hands in an attempt to knock Leon to his feet.

Watching it slide the tires and look like they were all gone, Leon swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked up a pair of crutches next to him, and waited for it to come.

In a dash, the walking corpse drove from the other end of the corridor as fast as it could. I once thought that it was really condescending not to participate in a wheelchair 100-meter race!

The momentum was like a wild horse on the loose, and at that time, I still seemed to hear the sound of horses and sports cars galloping past......

"Lie down !!"

With a shout, I propped up the crutches on the ground the moment it rushed over, and the wheelchair was cushioned, and flew straight down the crutches.

Everyone lay down, watched the wheelchair fly overhead, and looked back together until the walking corpse smashed headlong through the ceiling and got stuck in the crack on the top floor.

The wheelchair rolled on its side and fell apart. One tire was still spinning, the other was knocked off, rolled in a circle, and finally came to a stop behind me.

The timid brother stretched out his hand, pushed the frame of his glasses, straightened the glasses that had never been straightened a little, and gave me a thumbs up.

Uh-huh!!

Hearing a familiar voice, I jerked my head back and glanced at the door. It was found that the walking corpses who rushed upstairs had all chased after them.

Throwing away the crutches, the group continued to run forward, sprinting towards the exit, and we were almost successful!

Rounding the corridor, they came to the last passage, and just around the corner, Leon suddenly stopped, and there was a large group of walking corpses in front of him.

The walking corpses consisted of hospital doctors, a few nurses, and a few patients. They were covered in blood, splattered when bitten.

And in the rear, there is also a group of walking corpses surrounding, and there is only one way in front of them, and that is to move forward! The walking corpse of the policeman with the gun was also behind him.

Glancing around, next to the aisle, there were several tumbling oxygen cylinders, not far from Leon, and the corners of Leon's mouth suddenly rose when he saw it.

"Guys, who wants to see the fireworks show?"

Leon said with a smile, Dongzi understood his thoughts, but still felt that it was dangerous, and shook his head at Leon, who hid his fear with a smile.

Without time to think about it, Leon told everyone to retreat into the ward, locked the door, and then ran to the rear alone, attracting the police to chase him.

The fingers of the police walking corpse, still in the trigger buckle, may be shot at any time, he is risking his life to attract the police walking corpse to beat him.

With the police walking corpse, Leon led him to the oxygen cylinder, and without hurry, he took it around the corner step by step, slowly retreating.

Leon draws with his hand, keeps hooking his index finger, and makes the action of pulling the trigger with his hand. Trick it into imitating itself and evoke its remaining memories of shooting.

Retreating to the oxygen tank, Leon picked one up and continued to attract it to follow him. The walking corpse clumsily raised his hand and raised the gun.

At the moment when the walking corpse was about to shoot and pull the trigger, Leon threw the oxygen cylinder out, and was hugged by a walking corpse behind him and picked it up in his arms.

The walking corpse looked confused, and didn't know what he was doing. Don't know where you are? Don't know what time it is? I didn't know I was about to burp!

Quickly slamming open a door, Leon rolled under the hospital bed the moment it fired, and then exploded. There was an explosion, and a burst of fire lit up the aisle.

Following the police walking corpse, the walking corpse with the same bewildered face, there was a fire in the pupils, and they were all unlucky to receive a boxed lunch, and all of them were blown away.

The man in the flower skirt, who left the door ajar and hid to peek at the "fireworks show", was blasted out of an exploding head and made a fashionable hairstyle for free.

After quieting down, everyone opened the door and walked out of the wards on both sides, their eyes wide in shock, looking at the scene in the aisle, with a blank expression.

The walking corpses just now were blown up everywhere, and the man in the flower skirt seemed to be a lot clearer by the bombardment just now, and asked himself where he is now?

Forgetting that everyone around him looked at himself with strange eyes, he touched his hair arrogantly, saying that this hairstyle suits him very well, very cool!

"Dr. Lin, welcome back!"

Picking up the man in the flower skirt, the work card that had fallen on the ground, I read his name on it, smiled and gave it back to him, and he politely nodded and took it.

Pushing open the door in front of us, we walked out of the room, the sun shining on everyone's body, breathing in the air that I had not seen for a long time, and I felt comfortable.

Standing on the lawn and seeing the car with a red cross painted on the opposite side, I put my arm around Dongzi's shoulders and said, "Let's go home"!

At sunset, on a bus, several people in hospital gowns decided to travel together. The driver was a man in a flower skirt who had just returned to normal.

"What happened during this time, why I don't remember at all, my head hurts."

"You've been captured by aliens, and they've done a little experiment, and they found out that your brain is empty, so they put you back and decided to choose someone else!"

"Then the next one, it must be you."

Sitting in the co-pilot, the timid brother chatted with the man in the flower skirt. The hair-loss girl held the doll, held the photo given to her by Dongzi, and looked at the ......

The car drove away.