A tall and thin wild dog, who could no longer distinguish the color of the fur on his body, had mostly fallen off, and his exposed skin had pus, one white and one black, which looked very infiltrating. In a narrow alley, it burrowed half of its body into the garbage can that was dumped on the ground, and kept using its claws to turn out the foul-smelling garbage that had been stored in it for a long time. The wild dog had milky white mucus hanging in its mouth, kept sticking out its tongue, and searched for a long time without finding a piece to eat.

Suddenly, the wild dog prick up its ears alertly, emerge from the garbage can, stare at an iron gate by the alley for a few seconds, and run away with a whining sound.

In the alley, there was only garbage all over the ground, and the low roar of zombies could be faintly heard in the distance. The iron door finally opened after a toss, and first a simple spear more than a meter long stretched out from it, and then someone poked his head out and cautiously looked around.

There are relatively few zombies in this area in the past few days, perhaps because there are not many materials left in this area after being looted several times, and those survivors have also moved to other places. Once all the people are gone, and the zombies have no food, they will slowly leave. The law of activity of corpses is not understandable to humans. A creature that doesn't have intelligence and doesn't usually play cards according to common sense. Although there are not too many obstacles along the way, every step of the way must be meticulous to the extreme.

Several people came out of the iron gate one after another, and the leaders were Jianhai, Mao Liang, then Zhang Zhao, Wang Wu and Wang Ying. Each of them carried a backpack on their backs, but looking at the shriveled appearance of the backpack, they didn't have much to gain from this trip.

It has been three days since he came to the base, although he and Li Zijing are like a family, and the food in the base is temporarily sufficient, Zhang Zhao feels that if his group of people just reach out to get supplies and do not work, they will definitely be boycotted by others for a long time. Since everyone has a division of labor, and there is a return for paying, so why should you sit back and enjoy it?

Since Guo Rong and some other people were injured and had some difficulty in moving, the task of going out to search for supplies fell on Zhang Zhao and the others, who were only slightly injured. There are two teams of people who went out today, one team is the base members headed by Cheng Peng, a total of ten people, driving a big car and going to a distant place. Their task is heavier, not only to find some supplies, but also to observe the terrain farther away.

Zhang Zhao's team, there are only five people, and they are not far from the base, about five or six kilometers, and they plan to go out today, and they will be content if they can find the rations of these people who have come all the way. But it's been out for most of the day, and everyone's backpack is not even a third full. This area has probably been rummaged by the members of the base a few times, not to mention that the zombie virus has broken out for several months, and those food-related stores have long been robbed by others without even breadcrumbs.

The source of food is mainly vacuum-packed food in supermarkets and small stores, such as bread and instant noodles, which can be stored for a long time. Among them, it is necessary to eliminate those that are moldy due to leakage or have a short shelf life. This is the kind of food that no one dares to eat. Earlier, at the top of the shelves of a small shop outside a small community, half a box of ham sausages was found, but when the box was taken down, there was a foul smell, and the half box of expired ham sausages was overgrown with white moving maggots. Zhang Zhao was naturally afraid of this kind of boneless and soft stuff, so he threw the whole box to the door in fright, and retched against the wall next to him for a while.

Food is scarce, and there has been a situation that was originally expected, after all, the number of survivors officially mentioned is only an estimate, and it is completely impossible to really calculate the camp of humans and zombies according to the proportion. In the past few hours, they have found about a dozen stores, and the results of the battle are only the amount of a meal for the poor five people, according to Jianhai's words, this wave of losses has been a big loss.

After walking for a long time, Zhang Zhao became more and more uneasy, and the surrounding environment always felt that something was wrong. Originally, in such a densely populated place, the number of zombies could not be so small, and those zombies who were wandering alone, as if they got up at four o'clock in the morning to go to the park for morning exercises, walked slowly, ignoring strangers.

Xiangcheng is not big, but in a city of the same size, the population is considered to be at the upper middle level, and even if those zombies may have fled to other places, it seems unlikely that it will be like this. There are very few corpses on the ground, and most of the torn bones are left over from the first outbreak of the zombie virus.

"Don't you think it's a little weird?" Zhang Zhao finally couldn't help but ask.

"What, what did you find?" Wang Ying asked.

Zhang Zhao shook his head and said, "That's not true, it's just that I feel a little uneasy." "If it's like before, there are groups of zombies on the road, it's a normal situation.

"Don't scare yourself, isn't that good?" Wang Wu patted him on the shoulder and said. They are now located outside a newly built community. A zombie in uniform, in the narrow gate, kept touching the wall with his body, bumped in the same direction several times, and walked slowly in the other direction, repeating the same action. This zombie is also pitiful enough, it may be that when the zombie virus first broke out, he hid in the gate, I don't know under what circumstances, he was bitten on his body, and he never left until he turned into a corpse.

Outside the community, you can see a lot of advertising signs, what how much money can be used to buy a house, how much to pre-deposit, including the shops outside the community, are separated by a few hanging door advertisements. There is almost no oil and water to be fished in this kind of place, the occupancy rate itself is not high, the leasing of shops is not yet full, and the living facilities are more than one grade worse than those of the old community. With the high housing prices before the end of the day, in this city where every inch of land is expensive, most people just struggle for a small house all their lives. Nowadays, the houses in the neighborhood are full of crises, and no one wants to live in such a place. The survival consciousness of human beings is to stay away from zombies, not to live in the cracks of zombie groups.

Everyone was tired of walking, and they all sat on the steps to rest, like a few idle social prodigals. Zhang Zhao was wondering if he was too sensitive, and suddenly a dazzling light flashed in front of him. He immediately became alert, stood up and looked around. But there were zombies wandering in the distance, and there was nothing else. The desolate and gloomy environment is easy to make people have all kinds of doubts, especially a person like him who is good at fantasy.

But before he sat down, the light in front of him flashed quickly, and this time, Zhang Zhao quickly captured an open window on the floor across the street from the intersection.

"Team Zhang, is there a situation?" Mao Liang sat beside him, and when he saw that his expression was like this several times, he immediately asked.

"I guess there's someone on the floor across the street." Zhang Zhaodao. If it's just glass from a distance, shaking for some reason, and reflecting sunlight to this side, it should be longer or shorter and there will be a frequency. But the mirror that shook in the window had no frequency, except for the first two times, and the back shook twice, and the time between them was different. In other words, it is very likely that the person in that window did this on purpose to attract their attention.

"Survivors? Let's take a look, maybe there's something we need help with. Wang Ying stood up and said. The mirror of the window, which seems to have succeeded in getting their attention, did not appear.

Zhang Zhao wanted to speak and stopped, according to his thoughts, more things are better than less things, they came out just to find supplies, and they didn't want to get involved in other things. No matter who the other person is or what help they need, it has nothing to do with them. What's more, in this case, isn't it to meet in person, avoid the inevitable things, and go by yourself, isn't it asking for trouble.

Wang Ying's certain personality is really very suitable for the characters in TV series or novels, I have been mixed in society for so many years, I have never seen him like this, it is said to be selfless, but it is not quite, according to Guo Rong, he is stupid, and his brain sometimes does not turn around. Refusing to help others is not selfish, let alone at the end of the world, at least Zhang Zhao thinks so.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Wang Ying trotted up, and in desperation, Zhang Zhao could only put on his bag and follow him slowly. Jianhai and Mao Liang are still quite convinced by Wang Ying, after all, for such a long time, the behavior he has shown can be called a qualified leader. So what Wang Ying wants to do, these two basically have no disagreement. Wang Wu, who was tall and mighty and looked honest, followed next to Zhang Zhao, but his face was dignified.

There is only a small three-storey building across the street, next to the street greenery and the river, and other places are still under construction. The area of the small building is quite large, there are thirty or forty parking spaces in the parking lot in front of the door, and the light box on this European-style building, with a few artistic words written elegantly in English, looks like a private club and other places.

At this time, in the parking lot, there were also a few cars parked randomly on the passage, the doors were open, and there were a lot of coagulated blood stains on the seats, I dare not imagine that when the end came, the frightened expressions and heart-rending screams on the faces of those people. The door of the small building was closed, and Wang Wu couldn't open it even after trying to open it a few times, which shows that the door was locked from the inside, so there is still a great possibility that someone here survived.

Domestic doors are not like foreign ones, most of them are wooden doors, and generally the first door is made of anti-theft doors, and it is impossible to break it without tools. The reflected light from the mirror only flickered a few times and did not reappear, and Zhang Zhao speculated that the person seemed to have done it in a hurry, for fear of being discovered by someone. It is very likely that it is a distress signal, because the average survivor hides in a safe building, and does not want to be discovered by others, this is not the beginning of the apocalypse, experiencing the baptism of horror like purgatory, and experiencing the dark and expanding side of the human heart, no one will be so stupid.

Unable to knock on the door rashly, thinking about various possibilities repeatedly in his heart, Zhang Zhao frowned slightly.