At the same moment, Francis didn't see that she was bitten by a zombie at this time, her skin was gray and there was a heavy murderous aura. The muscles in his body began to change rapidly.

She leaped hard and lunged at Francis. At this time, Francis's friend James killed the zombie.

"James, we just saw you shoot him." Francis rubbed his head suspiciously.

"He's a zombie, idiot." James turned and walked away, "I hate to say the same thing, this infection is not as simple as common influenza. "A few of Francis's drinking buddies just now gathered around.

"It's a big hoax, it's not a flu, it's all a federal attempt to hide from us, first of all, they want to destroy us, they have satellites and cell phones, all trying to control us," James said again.

James quietly led Francis to look out the door, and the people on the street were walking in a daze! And that evil gaze.

"You see, this is a living zombie apocalypse! You see! Forget your rational bottom line! It's the plague, you tell me, who's crazy now! ”

"Hehe, you're still crazy, James. But you're right, if it's all zombies out there, the important thing is that we're not zombies. Francis didn't look nervous at all.

"At least zombies don't put us in jail because they can't think with their brains and can't do anything, like a bunch of idiots!! And that means we can live freely and do what we want! Francis headed upstairs.

"If that group of idiots out there wants to kill us, we can't sit still, we have to fight back. Take this jukebox and come with me! Francis ordered.

Francis stepped onto the rooftop terrace on the top floor, carrying a large bag of weapons and said, "Listen, everybody!" Grab your arms and beer, it's going to be a warm-up game, we've got a lot of fun, where's my jukebox?! ”

"Here it is. Dude, you can at least tell us why we are carrying this thing up the stairs on the second floor, it's dead. The two came up with jukeboxes.

"It's because," Francis also had a playful murderous look in his eyes.

"You can't go to a party without music!" Francis took a sip of wine. At this time, the zombies below noticed them.

"Oh my God. There are at least a thousand monsters gathered here! One of the people next to him was amazed.

"Heh, then kill them one by one!" Francis picked up the gun

“999！” The four of them stood on the rooftop and slaughtered wildly.

“998！”

“997！” Francis smiled with death.

"Don't tell me even you have to call in sick, Pete." A man stands on the top floor of a computer company and makes a phone call.

"No. Luis, I'm not sick, but I'm not going out. A hoarse voice came from the other end of the line.

"For God's sake," Louis begged the other end of the line.

"Listen. Louis. The man interrupted his plea, "I don't mean to offend you, but under normal circumstances, this has gotten us through a lot of difficulties. ”

"Pete." Louis was speechless.

"But this time it was different, and I assured God that the glass of water must be 100 and a half percent right, and something terrible is happening outside."

"Get back to work, Pete." Louis still pleaded.

"No, Luis, the stakes are high now! The infected people are dead! I'm not going to play with my life to maintain the database of Franklin Brothers, and give it a bullshit database! ”

"Pete. You won't be infected when you come back, and only a few people in the company are working now, maybe you stay at home and be more susceptible to infection? "Louis kept pleading.

"Not in any way! Open the window and look, it's like the damn end of the world! ”

"Okay, let's think about it, what if not?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean if this flu is just a false alarm, if the infection will subside in a week, and everyone is making a fuss aimlessly, what does it help, now it's just you and I staying at our posts."

Luis continued: "Do you know what we need to face now? ”

"Infection" "It's work!" Come back, trust me, everything will be fine. The "Di Di Di" call hung up. "Really," Louis frowned. Louis looked at the phone and walked into the bathroom.

Louis saw a CEDA sign on the door. Washing your hands frequently can save your life, and some people are helpless to get more and more headed.

"Gaha" Louis was trying to think about things, and then his eyes looked at the phone.

"Oh, damn it." Louis said helplessly. "Why is this server broken again? Obviously it was just fixed. What a."

There was a knock on the door. "There's somebody, dude." Louis said helplessly.

"Hey! I told you that there are people here, and you can't find a second place if you knock on it. ”

"Bang dong bang" is still knocking outside.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? Can't you calm me down and let me finish thinking? Louis was going crazy, "Can't you just calm down and wait for me to finish first?" Soon, just give me a minute! Wait"

In the gap under the door, a pair of feet in leather shoes appeared. Knocking stopped outside the door.

"Are you alright?" Louis said suspiciously. "Whoa—" came a strange sound outside the door.

As soon as Louis opened the door, he saw a hideous face. Zombie. "Yikes!" The zombies start attacking Louis and press his hand against the door of the toilet cubicle!

"Oh no!"

"Ah!!h

"Please, no" Louis fended off the zombies' attacks.

At this moment, the zombie's mouth stretched out towards Louis's neck, and the bloody mouth opened with a "whoosh", and Louis hurriedly used his elbow to make a move, and the zombie bit on it.

"Let your damn hands go !!" Louis kicked the zombie in the face with his left foot, but the zombie still grabbed his red tie. The zombie's teeth were knocked out. The zombie grabbed Louis by the neck and gnawed hard at Louis's hand. The fight between one man and one corpse broke the sewage pipes and leaked out, and Louis pulled up the tin box containing toilet paper and smashed it at the zombie's head.

"Ahh His eyes were full of horror.

The brains were sprinkled all over the ground, and the sewage flowed all over the ground.

"Whew," Louis gasped.

Louis walked out of the bathroom, and the office was already cluttered. There are traces of a fight.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were shattered, the wind blew the paper around, and so did Louis's tie, and he had to believe what Pete said

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window lies a staff member whose wrist has been bitten through, and he must have been smashed in the fight.

Louis walked over to the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the shattered city, and he finally understood that his job would not come back, that Pete would never come back to work, and that the world was over.

I looked at the wound on my hand, and the blood was still flowing. Louis closed his eyes, in pain. (To be continued.) )