Chapter VII Transfers

"The end of the world, damn it." Early in the morning, Guo Rong stood at the window, looking at the street outside like a garbage dump and sighed.

Zhang Zhao, who had just woken up, rubbed his misty eyes and scolded: "Pot, what kind of nerves do you have, you are not afraid of attracting zombies by making such a loud noise?" ”

Guo Rong held the cigarette in his hand, took a puff, and exhaled again, making enough of the pie, "Ah, I figured it out." It's already happening, and we can't stop it, but we can resist. Life is short, so why not take a quick walk.

Song Qing walked out with two breads and two bottles of mineral water in her hands, looked at Guo Rongshen's chattering appearance, and wondered, "What's the matter?" She handed the two of them bread and water, and the rest of the food had been eaten, and now only some bread and biscuits remained.

"I don't know, it's crazy to do this early in the morning." In order to save water, he hadn't washed his face and brushed his teeth for several days, so Zhang Zhao got bread and water and ate it directly.

Guo Rong sat down next to Zhang Zhao and smiled: "I'm not crazy, I'm just enlivening the atmosphere." During this time, everyone is like losing their souls, and this state is not good. ”

What Guo Rong said is not unreasonable, Song Qing and Han Yue, two lively girls, were almost silent after the end came. Li Yan, a neurotic woman, is also the same, she usually doesn't talk much, and when she speaks, she is a little messy. And he and Guo Rong, although they have not changed much, are obviously duller than before. To be honest, who has the heart to laugh when encountering these things.

After a hasty breakfast, Zhang Zhao called everyone together, he tied the long Tang knife to his back, and a dagger to his leg, and the Nepalese saber that killed a zombie yesterday was also fixed on his waist. This is Li Yan's work for half a day yesterday, making a device similar to an armed belt. Li Yan is a woman, manual work is indeed unusual. Let's just say that the strap of the Tang knife on the back has two straps, which can be carried like a backpack. The dagger on the leg can also be firmly stuck, and the main thing is that it is easy to disassemble.

Guo Rong wore long work pants, two belts modified from nowhere, and a cloth bag was sewn in the middle of the scabbard, which he could usually hold in his hand or straddle his back. Looking at the costumes of the two, only Song Qing and Han Yue were present, and they felt funny.

Zhang Zhao didn't bother to pay attention to them, looked at a few people and said, "We can't stay here anymore, there are a lot of zombies gathered in the community now, and these zombies are wandering aimlessly." It won't be long before it will come up from the ground, and when the time comes, our two doors will be low-grade sooner or later. ”

Last night, Zhang Zhao saw a zombie on the street by the moonlight, and he didn't know what was crazy, and he kept hitting the bus stop sign on the side of the road with his body. It was bumped for hours until all the advertising spaces on the stop sign were smashed. The behavior of these zombies is incomprehensible to the living. Maybe there are still a lot of living people in this area, and the zombies are starting to move.

Hearing this news, Han Yue was a little at a loss, "What can I do about this?" "She and Song Qing are both nursing students in the health school, and they are not afraid of seeing zombie corpses or anything, but they are most afraid of moving corpses. In her eyes, these zombies are actually the concept of moving corpses.

Zhang Zhao continued: "Yesterday I went to the hotel opposite to see it, and the only living person there was also gone, and it was empty. There was a lot of room there and we could have a relatively safe and comfortable environment. And then think of other ways. ”

Then Zhang Zhao summarized the things he thought of these days and told everyone, so as not to be overwhelmed when emergencies occurred. For example, don't act alone, rely on each other, everyone is a partner in a group, anyone who does something selfish will be expelled from the team. Talk less, communicate more with gestures, the sound will attract zombies, this is actually not difficult, when humans have no language, they do not rely on body language to communicate. When you encounter a large number of zombies, hide or run away. If you encounter a lone zombie, you will kill it, and if you encounter a zombie, you will be less dangerous. The most important thing is to keep a clear head and not shout in any situation.

After briefly telling some things, Zhang Zhao pulled out the short Tang knife in his hand, and with a flick in front of his eyes, a knife light flashed: "Each of you has weapons in your hands, and these weapons are extremely sharp." In the future, in addition to us being partners, the weapons in your hands are also partners, so you must keep them properly. When you encounter a zombie, attack his head, you can chop, stab, be sure to kill with one hit, don't entangle. If you can use a little force, the weapon in your hand can completely cut off the zombie's entire head. ”

The use of weapons is also part of the focus, and Zhang Zhao briefly said a few points about the characteristics of the zombies observed in the past few days. Zombies' skin and bones are weakened, and sharp and blunt objects can inflict damage on them. In addition, zombies move very slowly, unless you arouse their desires, and some zombies are about one-third the speed of ordinary sprints. The zombie that attacked Zhang Zhao a few days ago was very fast, maybe it had just been transformed. As for what zombies rely on to find prey, I don't understand too much now. What is known so far is that zombies are particularly sensitive to sound. And their eyes are clearly necrotic, and the olfactory aspect remains to be seen.

Everyone carried a backpack, which contained a lighter, a flashlight, and some conventional medicines in addition to food and water. Anything else that doesn't matter is allowed. This made Song Qing and Han Yue feel distressed for a long time, and they were very reluctant to leave their home, and they had some emotions.

Zhang Zhao said that whoever wants to stay will stay, not reluctantly. The two of them reluctantly followed up. The apocalyptic world can't tolerate your hypocrisy, nor can you drag mud and water. In Zhang Zhao's view, the only thing he can do now is to try his best to survive.

Several people climbed through the window of Zhang Zhao's house and climbed along the rope to the underground platform. Zhang Zhao took the lead, and Guo Rong was behind. The three women lacked arm strength and took a lot of effort to get down to the platform. The actions of several people immediately attracted a large group of zombies underground. The group of corpses tilted their heads and stretched out their bloodstained hands, looking longing. There were a few hungry zombies, with thin bodies, hollow eye sockets, and a fangs almost exposed. When Li Yan saw this scene, she screamed again and again, and was scolded by Zhang Zhao to hold back her fear, but when she went down to the platform, her face was mixed with snot and tears. This woman was so timid, but fortunately, Song Qing and them helped her to enter the hotel.

The first and second floors of this star hotel are halls, restaurants, meeting rooms and other facilities. The third to fifth floors are the guest rooms, and there are about a hundred guest rooms, and a few people chose a few rooms that are closer to this utility room. Zhang Zhao thought so, if there was really any emergency, or the hotel was attacked by zombies, there was really no way to return to his home the same way. Everyone has newly realized a key point, where you are, you must leave yourself a way back.

Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong spent an afternoon checking all the rooms to make sure there were no zombies or anyone else. The two fleeing security guards didn't seem to have any reason to hide this, and every guest room was opened with a front desk key, and it was empty, so the two were relieved.

After eating some casually, everyone went back to their rooms. Zhang Zhao lay down for a while, and without any sleep, he turned off the lights in the room and observed the movement on the street through the window. The city's infrastructure is still relatively well-preserved, and the zombie virus outbreak has been going on for 20 days, and there is still plenty of electricity. Looking around, although it was pitch black, Zhang Zhao believed that there must be many survivors like himself.

The corpses have also receded a lot, and these unintelligent creatures prefer to hide in dark corners. After a few days of observation, it was found that the zombies seemed to be in the daytime, and their state would be weakened, whether it was hearing, vision, or movement, it was not as good as at night. As long as you don't provoke him, even if you pass by more than ten meters away, they won't bother to run to you. At night, it was different, Zhang Zhao did a test, just now he threw a cup on the street downstairs, and after a crisp sound, dozens of zombies slowly gathered.

Staying in this place is not a long-term solution, you have to find a way to go to a safer place. Now there is still some food storage, which can be used to observe the habits of zombies so that they will not be unable to cope with future crises.

I looked at my watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and there was hardly any movement in the whole area. A lively city, after the outbreak of the zombie virus, gradually became a dead city. I have watched countless related movies and television, doomsday American dramas, but what I encountered in reality is more cruel than that of film and television works. Because they are human beings, human beings who have lost their technology and race will become the weakest kind of creatures on the earth.

Zhang Zhao leaned on the edge of the bed, next to him were a few cans of beer found in the security room, and on his lap was the short Tang knife. The light of the lamp seemed weak in the empty room. Zhang Zhao took a sip of beer and slowly pulled the Tang knife out of its scabbard. There was a clean and neat sound of unsheathing, and a half-cut blade glowing with cold light appeared in front of him. The zombie movies I have seen before are all set in foreign countries, and almost many people can have thermal weapons. And what you have experienced is reality, now it is cruel, in addition to running when you encounter zombies, you can only fight in close quarters to fight for survival.

Close quarters and ugliness are zombie fights, and even if you are a person with special skills, it is difficult to accept psychologically in a short period of time. Zombies are brutal, ugly, and dirty. He won't stop with you, he'll do whatever it takes to make you his mouth. If you attack him, you will be splashed with black blood and filth. He attacks you, even a small scratch is fatal. If you don't want to be transformed into a zombie, you can only die.

Zhang Zhao drank a bottle of beer and didn't dare to drink more, for fear that he would not be sober after drinking too much. Next door, Guo Rong fell asleep, and his low snoring continued. Zhang Zhao smiled bitterly, only the pot can have such a mentality, but it is also quite good to be able to sleep peacefully, no one knows how many chances there will be to sleep peacefully in the future.