Some of the zombies were far away from him, and he couldn't tell if they didn't have cores on their heads. If he didn't have any, he could take advantage of the fact that the corridor door could be locked, open the door on one side, and stand at the door frame to deal with the zombies that came one after another. But if there are zombies among them that have evolved corpse cores, then this gate may not be very useful.

Looking at the time, it was already 9 o'clock, and although according to the experience of the previous life, no one could wake up now, but I didn't know if all this would change because of his rebirth.

He couldn't wait, his original target was the zombies on the street below, and if he hesitated here, he might have missed the opportunity to wake up so early.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked into the corridor, there was no danger for the time being, and once again cast his eyes into the hall in front of him.

The zombies roamed aimlessly, bumping into the dining tables and benches inside, but they were far apart, some were only about ten meters away from him, and some were nearly 50 meters away from him. He had already observed these zombies facing him clearly, but there were still many zombies moving with their backs to him all the time.

There are no living people in the whole hall anymore, and even if someone faints here, they have been devoured by these species that have preemptively survived, and they have inevitably become one of them.

With a "bang", a vase placed at the entrance of the building was thrown out directly by him, and smashed it on the body of a zombie closest to him, directly smashing the zombie's head.

He immediately tensed his hands and stood behind the half-open door, and when the zombies showed their heads, he slashed them with his axe.

The zombies walked a little slowly, and it took them a while to reach the gate where he was hiding in just a few dozen meters. The fragments of the vase were scattered on the ground closest to him, and if he could hear the splinters shatter, he could tell that the zombies had come close to him.

He didn't feel the slightest tiredness now, and he swung his axe to directly deal with these zombies who only came out of the half of the door, and there was no accident, these zombies did not have corpse cores, just some low-grade ordinary zombies.

There are a lot of zombies in this pile, and the aisle where he is directly filled, and the corpses of many zombies are rolled downstairs directly, and there is no corpse core anyway, so he doesn't bother to care.

After killing these zombies, his forehead was covered with sweat, he directly found a clean staircase and sat down, took out the mineral water in the space and drank it in a big gulp, this morning his clothes were soaked and dry and wet, and now they were stuck to his body like a layer of paper shells, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He thought that there should be a lot of food to eat in this restaurant now, so he moved away from the zombies crowded at the door of the restaurant, and went into the restaurant to collect a lot of scraping, but he didn't take everything with him. What he prioritized in the space were some perishable fruits and vegetables, and he packed a small half of the things that were easy to store, and he still planned to leave the rest to the other people in this hotel. As long as they have the courage to step out of their rooms, they will not starve to death at the beginning of the last days.

Look at the time, it's almost noon, if you calculate according to the income, it is more cost-effective to go downstairs now. But if you don't clean up these zombies in the floor, those who wake up tomorrow will immediately face the zombies, and many people may die because of this.

Although many people will become evolutionaries or abilities, they will still feel caught off guard when facing zombies for the first time, and they will not be able to react to kill at the first time, but will let the zombies seize the opportunity and give them a fatal blow.

Although it is impossible for him to save all of them, as a fellow species, it is acceptable for him to provide them with some convenience within his ability.

After surviving for so many years in the last days, he knows very well that human beings are the most important resource in the last days. Humans are inherently very creative creatures, and no matter what the resource, humans have a way to find alternatives. But human beings themselves cannot, and in the last eight years, human beings are like an inexplicable curse, not a single newborn is born, but many human beings die every day. The zombie hordes are constantly becoming more and stronger, and it is more difficult for humans to live. So he knows very well that if humans want to survive, they can only huddle together for warmth.

While he was drinking water on the stairs, there were many zombies standing in the corridor below looking at him, looking extremely fanatical, like some celebrity meeting, if only they looked more normal.

They may have heard the sound from upstairs, and rushed out of the corridor like crazy, the place that was suitable for the two of them to pass through, but at this time there were several zombies who wanted to come out, they didn't feel pain, they only knew that they were desperately squeezing out. Many of them were crushed, some of their flesh sticking to their companions, some to walls and gates.

He put the empty mineral water bottle directly into the space, and once again painted the scoop of the gourd, relying on the terrain advantage, still standing at the stairs that they couldn't grasp with both hands, and condescendingly slashed at the heads of the zombies who were screaming with teeth and claws.

He didn't rein in his movement this time, and the zombies that were originally hidden in the house were also boiling at this time, frantically banging on the door, but with their strength at this time, it was absolutely impossible to knock open the door, this was a five-star hotel, not comparable to the door of the small broken hotel outside.

While he was killing zombies, he was also listening carefully to the movements in each room, although theoretically no one would wake up at this point in time, but there had already been an accident about him, and it was inevitable that there would be no other accidents.

He picked up his pace, and by noon he was finally in the lobby of the hotel.

He looked into the lobby for a long time, although there were a lot of pools of blood in the lobby, it seemed that it had dried up for a long time, and no trace of any zombies was found.

Even if he didn't see the zombie in his eyes, he didn't act rashly, he leaned against the wall and walked slowly towards the door of the hotel, the axe in his hand was tightly gripped, without a trace of relaxation.

Before he reached the gate, he saw a group of zombies outside, which seemed to be much more than the zombies he had eliminated in the hotel combined.