Jiang Sen suddenly discovered that the sequelae of rebirth was that this era was completely different from the future he was in.

In the early days of this catastrophe, humanity has not yet lost its most basic morality, and they still believe in each other. Interests can move people's hearts, but they are not enough to become the key to judging good and evil, and right and wrong, beauty and ugliness have not passed away.

Soon, there will never be another person who will bravely rush to the dense zombies for a stranger they have never met.

Now, the weak, thin girl is roaring at the zombies like a madman.

She's stupid - what's the use of an assault rifle's small bullet that can't hit a zombie's head at all?

She's stupid - that person's life and death are your business? I actually drove in like this and jumped out desperately.

She is beautiful - her beautiful long hair is tied into a ponytail, the beads of sweat on her white face reflect the light of the sun, and her perfect figure, with violent guns, has a unique beauty.

However, this is the last days, survival is the most important, kindness is the meaning of weakness, and beauty is the meaning of red face and trouble.

In the future world, there should be no kindness, everyone follows this interest, and no one will ever abandon the interest and use kindness to highlight the glory of the so-called human nature.

But why, why is Wang Muyan's kindness so easy to soften people's hearts? In the last days, soft-heartedness will not survive!

Jiang Sen felt that his thinking was a little heavy, adding too many things that he had never considered and had never thought about at all, morality always hurts, these strange thinking consciousness was not disgusting, but it touched the softest position in his heart, making him feel that his body was trembling slightly.

Not because of fear, not because of cold, but moving.

"This stupid girl didn't even say hello, she did it so recklessly."

Jiang Sen shook his head and muttered to himself, he took off his assault rifle, pulled out the magazine and quickly checked it, pushed the car door, and strode towards the nearest zombie.

Zhang Derun never dreamed that someone would really help.

When he left the room, he was very careful not to make the slightest sound. This was not overly cautious, he had seen ———— two refugees who had been surrounded by hearing-sensitive zombies because they were talking too loudly, gnawing at only a pile of bones, and both of them were tall Americans.

He searched everywhere for food, came down from Building 6 where he was, and rushed to Building 5 in front of him, knowing that there was a small convenience store there, and his target was the food in the convenience store.

It took him less than half an hour from leaving the room to filling his backpack at the convenience of the room. However, when he returned, the entrance to the stairs leading upstairs was already crowded with zombies. In the closed room, the cry of my son, who had just turned six months old, was also heard.

Adults can go hungry, but babies don't understand this.

Zhang Derun, a father, howled with all his might, killing every zombie violently. He tried his best to lure the corpses away from the door, but it had little effect———— zombies had no ability to think and judge, and at this moment, the delicious smell of babies was irresistible to them.

"Bang!" , a gunshot rang out, and Zhang Derun felt very lucky. I'm not alone. Through the thick anti-riot helmet, he couldn't see Wang Muyan's face, but he could tell from her figure and movements that this was a woman, and it should also be a Chinese woman. This made him no longer despair, and he also swelled out more and more intense killing intent towards zombies.

There are too many zombies gathered in front of the entrance of the corridor. At least hundreds.

The rough gunfire and the distinctly feminine shouting caused the corpses that could not break through the door to turn around and attack the provocateurs.

The outer group of corpses had turned, and more than a dozen zombies swarmed out of the unit door. They followed very closely, and the distance between them and Zhang Derun and Wang Muyan was getting closer and closer.

These infected people obviously don't know what the pain is, the protruding doorknob of the unit door keeps tearing the flesh and blood of the zombies, and some even the entire rotten arm will be scraped down by the doorknob, but this does not stop them from moving forward, and the faces covered with corpse spots and rotting pus show a terrifying expression of greed and terror. They have wide open mouths full of dirty fangs, their arms stretched straight forward, and one of them has a lingerie on its arm that doesn't know where it has come, and the filthy underwear makes people have no sexual desire.

For this group of zombies, pain is non-existent, Wang Muyan with a gun in their eyes and Zhang Derun with a steel pipe are just two tempting delicacies that they can't resist, and they don't even realize that they will die.

"Bang!" Because of the proximity, the gun in Wang Muyan's hand finally hit the head of a zombie, and the zombie who rushed to the front was immediately gasped and fell to the ground, "Ho! The zombies crowded behind were tripped one after another, but this did not ease the advance of the zombies, but the zombies upstairs did not need to step on the stairs, but directly stepped on the corpses of their companions downstairs.

Zhang Derun's face was pale, he felt that the oxygen in his lungs was almost empty, and the speed of breathing could not meet the load of his body. Tinnitus began to appear in his ears, and the piercing tinnitus seemed to kill him directly. His body was already seriously overdrawn, his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and the backpack containing food was getting heavier and heavier, crushing himself like a mountain, but he knew that this "mountain" was the life of several people, and he couldn't throw it.

Soon, the distance between the zombie who rushed to the front and him had been shortened to less than five meters.

That horribly rotten face was closer than ever, and could even smell the thick smell emanating from the gaps between the dark teeth. It was a woman with a disheveled head.

Zhang Derun's lips trembled violently, and his pupils constricted more than the tip of a needle. He remembered that Wang Muyan's gun hit the zombie's head, but suddenly, he was retreating, he tripped over the gap in the ground, didn't care about rubbing the sore spot, and hurriedly got up crookedly, moved his steps with great difficulty and pain, gasped, raised the steel pipe again, and stabbed it into the zombie's pus-stricken black eyes.

This blow exhausted the last of his remaining strength.

Zhang Derun and the stabbed zombie collapsed on the ground like mud, he found it difficult to get up on even the simplest action of half-kneeling, he just instinctively held on to the life-saving food in his backpack.

The exhausted body is frantically crushing the will to survive, shattering the determination and perseverance, and if it weren't for the cry of his son who was wearing it upstairs, his desire to survive would have been defeated by the exhaustion of his body.

And Wang Muyan quickly emptied a whole magazine, although she was strengthened by stones, but this was the first time she shot, the recoil brought by each shot seemed to tear her shoulder, and finally the bullet ran out, she tried to pull out the dagger on her waist, but a zombie had already pounced on her.

She forgot to cry and scream, the sharp dagger was inserted into the zombie's forehead, Wang Muyan could even clearly feel the feeling of the skull shattering from the hilt, but the entire right half of her body, which was impacted by the recoil of the rifle, could no longer provide her with enough strength to pull out the dagger.

Zombies don't stop with the death of their companions, and in their eyes, the so-called "companions" are just things that can't be eaten.

Soon a zombie approached Wang Muyan and dripped a drop from the body under the zombie, the liquid of yellow pus, she forgot to cry, and she forgot to scream, until the cold yellow pus soaked her pants and stimulated her thighs, she raised her head numbly, and when she saw the zombie's white-brown eyes, "Ah! She screamed uncontrollably.