Qin Gong: "Where are we going next?" ”

"We are here that Zhang Chun is from this city, and we are going to take him home to have a look, and then go out of the city," Huang Congren blinked, "Where is Senior Sister?" ”

"I'm from the city, too."

"And where is your home?"

"Eastside Gardens."

"It doesn't seem to be far from Zhang Chun," Huang Congren pulled his throat, "Captain, captain, senior sister is also from this city, and her home is in Dongcheng Garden." ”

Qin Gong: "......"

There is no description of the original family, and she doesn't know if they are infected at the moment, or if they are safely hiding at home, or if they have fled the city.

The car quickly stopped outside a small area.

Zhou Chen said: "Don't all get out of the car, Xiaoren and I will accompany Zhang Chun over, and you will wait in the car." ”

Li Fan picked up the wooden sword: "I'll be with you too." ”

As soon as Chen Huan stood up, she pressed down before she could speak, and took the lead out of the car.

Zhou Chen and the three followed.

Qin Zhi leaned lazily on the chair, drinking milk, his eyes were a little dazed.

There was also this scene in the original plot, but not so early, when they came to this neighborhood, it had already been cleaned up by the team of another school.

Zhang Chun only found her sister, and her parents were unfortunately infected, and they both jumped off the building before the zombies, just to leave his sister in a temporarily safe house.

"What are you thinking?"

Li Xinglin took the milk from her hand, opened the car window and threw it out, and quickly closed it again.

Only then did she realize that the milk had been drained.

"Nothing."

"Do you still want to drink?"

“…… Want. ”

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was really not full.

He brought her another carton of milk.

The others were chatting in low voices, for fear that the noise would be too loud to attract the attention of the zombies.

They're all talking about family.

The conversation made her sleepy.

Just as her consciousness was gradually foggy and her eyes slowly closed, she was suddenly woken up.

"They're back, open the door!"

Qin Gong opened his eyes and stood up.

Huang Congren was the first to run over: "Quick, let's save the captain, there are too many zombies in the corridor, and the captain dragged the zombies behind alone in order to let us run away!" ”

With that, he got into the car, pulled a frame from under a seat, grabbed a handful of tennis balls, and ran out as he shoved it into his pocket.

Others picked up their tennis rackets and followed.

Chen Huan of the Archery Club is also on it.

Qin ran faster than anyone else.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Zhang Chun walking towards an unconscious woman, and Li Fan limped behind with a cold face with a broken wooden sword.

"Senior sister, you wait-"

Qin Gong didn't have time to wait.

She ran faster.

There is no such thing in the original plot, and a person stays behind to block the zombies...... I'm afraid it's not going to be a ration for zombies.

"Senior sister, slow down, ahhh

Huang Congren's voice was left behind by her.

She turned and walked into the stairs where Zhang Chun and the others came out.

"101, mark Zhou Chen's location."

101: "Roger, labeled." ”

……

Fifth floor stairway.

Qin Yi flipped through the scattered zombies he encountered along the way, and when he arrived, he happened to see that Zhou Chen's tennis ball had been exhausted, and the tennis racket had been deformed, and he was forced into a corner.

The zombies crowded forward, and for a moment they were stuck there.

Give him time to take out the approaching zombies.

But the crowding was only temporary, and the zombies in the front row kept approaching him.

He was drenched in cold sweat, panting rapidly, sweat soaked his clothes, and he was already a little overwhelmed.

A zombie suddenly flicked his claws and slapped away the deformed tennis racket in his hand.

Rao is as calm as Zhou Chen, and he couldn't help but scold "grass".

Is he going to pound these disgusting things with his fists?

Forget it, he was already powerless, and his only "weapon" was gone, so I'm afraid it's going to be cold.

At this moment, the zombie in the front row grabbed with sharp claws, and he just wanted to raise his leg to kick, but he twitched......

It's cold, it's cold......

When he was about to accept his fate, a long whistle sounded.