In the corridor, the fat man and I carefully checked and found that there were no zombies for the time being, and the fat man walked leisurely to the door of a household.

"Fatty, what lockpicking skills do you know?" Looking at the door in front of me, I asked suspiciously.

I've known the fat man for at least five years, and I've never found out that he can pick locks.

"No!" Under my puzzled gaze, the fat man spread his hands and said calmly.

Hearing the fat man say this, my eyes widened suddenly, "Then how do we get in?" This is a solid wooden door, and the two of us can't open the door! ”

"If you can't pick the lock, you can smash the lock!" The fat man said, rounding the large wrench in his hand and slamming it towards the doorknob lock.

With a bang, the entire doorknob was smashed off, and even the iron that was protecting the lock cylinder fell off.

"Chubby, you fucking pit me!" I was dumbfounded, thinking that I had known that I had come out with a screwdriver, and that he would bring all the zombies if he smashed it like this.

Bang bang bang...... After a few more strokes, the fat man kicked the door lock with all his strength, "Bang! "The whole door flew out.

I was almost so shocked that my eyes fell to the ground, the fat man turned around and raised his eyebrows at me, and said with a smug face: "This kind of wooden broken door, as long as the door lock is broken, I can remove the entire door, plus their door here is in disrepair, forcibly breaking it is not a problem at all." ”

"Don't be scared, your movement just now is a bit big, maybe it will attract zombies, we take the food and quickly retreat."

"I'll go in first and see, there are still zombies that have slipped through the net!" The fat man carefully walked into the room with a wrench, and then there was a dull sound of fighting inside. I leaned against the door, carefully watching the sides of the hallway in case a zombie came.

After about three minutes, the fat man came out again, made an OK gesture to me, and I staggered up and followed the fat man into the room.

The room is not big, even smaller than the house we lived in before, it is a one-bedroom living room, there is a zombie with a broken head lying on the sofa in the living room, which should be done by a fat man, and on the left side of the living room is the kitchen, which is stacked with a lot of spices. Our goal is the kitchen, and we don't go to the rest of the bedroom for the time being, so it would be a big loss if another zombie comes out and gets scratched.

I went into the kitchen and opened a household double-door refrigerator, which was full of all kinds of food, vegetables, cooked food, lots of milk yogurt, and even my favorite, Sprite Coke, had a dozen bottles.

"Fatty, hurry up, there's a lot of food in the refrigerator!"

I picked up a bottle of Coke and drank it, and in the blink of an eye, a bottle was low. As the cold liquid fell down the esophagus into the abdomen, the stimulus of carbonated gas came from the tongue, and the cells of the body seemed to be moistened with water, and the originally sluggish spirit was suddenly invigorated.

The fat man was already drooling at the zombies with hunger, and as soon as he heard my surprise call, he tried his best to support his body and got up, and walked to the door of the refrigerator step by step, and his head was directly stuck in.

Sausages, chicken feet, all kinds of fatty food were sent into the mouth by the fat man, the yogurt was sprinkled all over the body, the face was round, and the mouth was full without a slit, but he tilted his head and poured the yogurt from the corner of his mouth, and the appearance of eating was more terrible than zombies eating people!

I patted the fat man on the shoulder and swept around the room with a sausage in one hand.

There was only a gap in the bedroom door, and I tilted my head sideways, my face leaning against the door, my eyes rolling back and forth in the gap. After a moment of careful observation, he made sure that there were no zombies, so he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

This bedroom is not large, about a dozen square meters, and the furnishings are extremely simple. A single bed with washed white sheets, a set of pillows and quilts, and a black outdoor hiking bag sit quietly in the corner.

A wardrobe, I pushed it open and found that it was full of outdoor clothes, my eyes lit up in vain, I took out a black jacket and compared it on my body, the size was just right, I changed into a jacket and I beckoned the fat man to pick a suitable piece of clothing for himself, he was wearing that red coat It was too eye-catching, walking on the street in the eyes of the zombies was simply a piece of moving braised pork.

The fat man rummaged through the wardrobe and found a pair of pants with the largest size XXXL, and barely put them on, no longer having to wear meat silk pantyhose to wander around the world, as for other sizes of clothes, they wore the same as the fat man.

The fat man and I moved all the food back to the previous room, tossed for an afternoon, and the material and food statistics are as follows: about 50 catties of rice, about 20 catties of pork, two dozen eggs, a little cooked food of all kinds of packaging, a little bit of all kinds of vegetables, two ham sausages, a box of yogurt, soy sauce cooking wine and other seasonings are not counted, two bottles of hardcover Hengshui Laobai dry liquor, two packs of cigarettes, 16 bottles of various drinks, three barrels of bottled water, a number of various medicines, and a number of other daily necessities.

Looking at the piles of supplies, the two of us decided to treat ourselves, first boiled a pot of water on the induction cooker with bottled water, and took a luxurious bath, which was also the first bath after the arrival of the apocalypse, and changed into clean clothes refreshed, poured out the black and gray muddy bath water, and came to the kitchen. I cooked it myself, and the fat man worked on the side, a plate of cold cucumbers, a bowl of braised pork, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of ham sausages, and two large bowls of fragrant rice.

The fat man was already drooling from gluttony, and the big fat hand didn't wash it, grabbed a piece of braised pork on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, and his mouth was full of oil, I took out a bottle of "Hengshui Lao Baigan" and poured a full cup for myself, and filled it to the fat man.

After drinking a glass of liquor unconsciously, the gloom in my heart made me want to drink, picked up the liquor bottle of "Hengshui Lao Baigan" and poured it into the cup, half a glass of liquor went down again, drunk and confused: "Little fatty, in the future, your temper should be more restrained, the people in the end of the world are sinister, otherwise you will suffer a big loss, you can save some food in the room and hold on for more than half a month, waiting for the rescue of the military, remember to live well." ”

"Old paste! You're fucking drinking too much, aren't you? How can I talk some nonsense, what do I want to live well, you want to go to heaven? The fat man drank all the liquor in the cup and said with a full burp.

For the first time, I didn't argue with the fat man, and with a calm smile on my face, I quietly looked at the fat man.

When the fat man saw that I didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly, and sighed in his heart, and had a bad guess, and let out a loud sound! The fat man stood up and stretched out his hands to me tremblingly and said, "Old paste! You... You ......"

I smiled miserably and nodded slightly, rolled up the sleeve on my left arm, and a black tooth mark was revealed. Although the tooth mark is not very large, there is already black blood oozing from the area around the tooth mark.

"No......" A roar full of frustration and anger echoed in the room!

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