If you want to get the food here, you have to listen to yourself, maybe you can rely on this restaurant, set up a small force, and then grow step by step, didn't all those previous movies and TV series play like this? As long as you have the goods, you can become the one who is in charge of everything.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel better again, and he felt that the end times were really a good opportunity for him to turn his life around. Although his previous status and income were much higher than many people, there were still many people who could stand in front of him and point fingers at him, but he could only endure it silently. But now, all this is completely different, the damn law has completely lost its executor in the last days, as long as he has the material and ability, then why worry about not becoming the person at the top of the pyramid?

He suddenly remembered the man before, he had been missing for a long time, and he also knew that there was food in this floor, wasn't he tempted at all? Or did he find a better place?

Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still, loosened the belt of his trousers that was almost broken, put on his dirty coat again, and began to walk downstairs of the hotel.

At this time, his walking posture was surprisingly the same as before eating, before he was so hungry that he was weak and unable to stand steadily, but now he was too hungry to stand, he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and now he just wanted to sleep well. But thinking that the man might have found more supplies, he couldn't rest in peace.

If the man left the hotel with the supplies, it would be an incomparably huge loss for him, and he had now subconsciously regarded the supplies owned by the hotel as his own.

There were a lot of zombie corpses at the entrance of each floor, but he didn't meet a single person, he knew that it was the off-season, but there were not only a few people in the whole hotel, right? These zombies piled up at the entrance of the building are still relatively intact, and they can be seen at a glance that they are hotel staff.

He now became more and more suspicious that these zombies were killed by the man he had met before. But looking at the wounds on the heads of these corpses, without exception, they were all injured by sharp weapons, and they were not at all caused by someone with his ability.

If you don't have the ability, you can kill so many zombies, so how terrifying is this man's strength? He planned to maintain a friendly relationship with a man until he figured out the details of the man. It would be better if he could find a way to get a man to work for him. He didn't intend to succumb to others, he felt that there weren't too many people with abilities like him.

He walked to the first floor of the hotel at this time, and he looked out with his brain, there were only a small number of zombies wandering in the hall, and with his current ability, there was no problem in destroying these zombies.

As soon as he walked into the hall, he attracted the attention of the zombies, and he stood there watching the zombies getting closer and closer, condensed fireballs in his hands, just waiting for them to come to the place where he could hit 100%.

The original flame did not have such a powerful power, and the corpses that were pushed into the crematorium needed some light diesel and something like that as fuel, and the tissues of the human flesh would be burned out, but the skeleton was basically intact. So before they were put into the urn, the big bones were artificially smashed.

But at this time, the fireball he emitted can directly cover those zombies who have little clothes left in their bodies, and they can be burned so that they fall directly to the ground, and their bodies will begin to become a dry corpse as if all the water has been drained, and then the white bones will slowly be exposed, and they will directly lose the ability to continue to attack humans.

He quickly disposed of the few zombies left in the hotel lobby, and the feeling of being unable to stand was quickly relieved, and he tightened his belt again.

He walked around the hotel lobby, but found nothing new. Originally, the service desk in the middle of the lobby was messy, and when he saw the landline that fell to the ground, he finally understood what it was that answered his phone before.

He looked at the shattered glass shards at the entrance of the hotel, and was a little timid and did not dare to move forward.

He could clearly see that something had squeezed out of the hotel before, smashing the glass door of the hotel, and what could do this was definitely not a zombie group, it was definitely a huge group of zombies. The existence of such a danger is something he is unwilling to provoke now.

Although the weather was fine today, the sun was shining, and even the temperature was much warmer than the previous day, he quickly decided not to go out and take the plunge.

What if the restaurant on the fifth floor was occupied by someone else while he was out on an adventure? Now the materials are the most important, and if you can't find anything when you go out, isn't it a waste of time?

"It hurts, it hurts..."As soon as Xiao Lu woke up, she felt that her brain was about to burst.

She has always maintained the habit of going to bed early and waking up early, and she also pays attention to her diet, so it stands to reason that her body should not have such symptoms.

She looked at the time, 11:30.

"Oh my God, I slept until noon?" She didn't care about the pain in her head, and sat up from the bed at once.

"No, I'm in class at 14 p.m.," she muttered as she sat there, quickly relieved, and lay back on her bed again.

She lay down for a while, but got out of bed, although it was still early, but if she had to cook and eat by herself, it was time to get up now.

She usually eats in the school cafeteria most of the time, but in the morning when she doesn't have to go to class, she cooks something to eat in her bachelor dormitory. There is no gas in the dormitory, so it's okay to get something to eat with electricity.

She lives on the fifth floor of the faculty dormitory, with a one-bedroom apartment, and the decoration of the house is very simple, and she bought some small decorative items from the Internet to completely decorate this seemingly small space into the way she wants.

She didn't bother to cook some laborious meals, so she cooked the noodles directly and slipped the half of the kohlrabi left at home into thin strips and threw it in. There is also a small jar of meat sauce that my father gave me last time, which is very suitable for mixing noodles and eating.

The noodles were quickly cooked, and they were full of greens, plus a few spoonfuls of meat sauce, stirred a few times, tasted, and felt that the taste couldn't be better.

She quickly sensed that something was wrong, the place where she lived was a faculty apartment closest to the cafeteria, and it was usually noisy outside at this time, never so quiet, and there seemed to be some unfamiliar sounds outside.