Zhan Peng thought so, and as a result, he saw Ye Wen find a rag - when the end of the world came, the restaurant was being cleaned, and some tables were thrown rags - into strips of cloth, tied the boning knife to the wooden handle of the shovel, and poked the zombies behind the stalls one by one.

It's not easy to poke zombies to death, after all, no matter how sluggish zombies are, they are still active. And this simple spear is not very useful. Fortunately, the zombies have lost their fear of injury and death, and they can't help but smell Ye Wen's fragrant meat, and scratch at Ye Wen with a sigh. Even if Ye Wen stabbed them, he could pull them out and try a few more times.

After about ten minutes, the zombies in the restaurant were completely cleaned up. Ye Wen didn't do it quickly, anyway, the zombies couldn't run out behind the stall, so he just took this time to soothe his nerves.

Finally, Ye Wen came back with a homemade spear. "How's it going, are you resting?"

Zhanpeng, who had just gasped, nodded. "Boss, where are we going next?"

This time, even Ye Wen's surname was saved.

Zhan Peng's eyes were filled with the light of adoration.

"It's up to you." A smile also floated on the corner of Ye Wen's mouth. More than 20 copper coins were credited to the account, and he was still very happy, "How is the kitchener?" Is there a passage for zombies to run to the restaurant? ”

Zhan Peng carefully recalled: "I remember no. These stalls are contracted out, and each stall has its own separate kitchen. There are corridors connecting them at the back, but if you want to get to the restaurant, you have to lift the partition at the stall or simply drill through the small hole under the stall table. ”

Ye Wen nodded. In this way, even if there are zombies in the back kitchen, they can't run into the restaurant.

He had just made sure that the zombies weren't going to lift the shelves or bend over. Although the zombies have evolved, on the first day of the apocalypse, they are still at the level of the first order, and these difficult actions are too difficult for them.

"What about going upstairs? The door is closed? Ye Wen asked, looking towards the staircase going upstairs.

Where there are no obstacles. But there was a lot of noise downstairs, but not a single zombie ran down from the upstairs.

If there were people upstairs taking a nap when the end came, there would definitely be zombies.

"Maybe the people above locked the security door on the second floor, right?" Zhan Peng guessed, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Could it be that there are survivors up there?" They are alive! Otherwise, how could you lock the door! ”

Ye Wen was noncommittal. Just because you were alive then doesn't mean you're alive now. "Do you have the key?"

Zhan Peng, who was still very excited just now, was stunned: "I, I didn't." The key is only available to our supervisor here. ”

If you can't open the door, how can you go in and save people.

Ye Wen patted him on the shoulder. "Then when we're done cleaning up the zombies in other places, we'll go up and have a look. Otherwise, the door is too loud, and I am worried about accidents. ”

And it's also easy to meet living people.

Ye Wen didn't want to run into more survivors. Although he would spare the lives of these people if they provoked him, it was a nuisance after all.

In the last days, the living are more troublesome and more dangerous than the zombies.

From this point of view, the commissary is much more "simple". There's not much space in it, and there are hardly any living people alive.

Zhan Peng hesitated. He also thought of the possibility of encountering living people in the back kitchen and on the second floor.

The staff dormitory on the second floor sleeps for two people, and if you are taking a nap alone, and at the same time are not unlucky enough to be infected with the zombie virus when the end of the world comes, it is very likely to survive. The possibility of a back kitchen is a little smaller, but after all, it is also a separate space, and it has a higher chance of survival than a place like a restaurant.

But Zhanpeng quickly nodded: "I listen to the boss." ”

Ye Wen and Zhanpeng then walked to the door of the commissary.

The door between the kiosk and the dining room is the same frosted glass as the exterior door, and there is also a frosted glass wall, so you can't see what is going on inside. But the blood stains on it were mottled, and the bloody handprints had dried up and turned black, so one could think that it would certainly not be a pleasant scene inside.

There were two tables blocking the door, I don't know who dragged them over, and the guy blocking the door was probably already hanging. Just like before entering the restaurant, Ye Wen and Zhan Peng kept their ears close to the glass, carefully identifying the sound inside.

Click, click, slight footsteps, what seemed to be the sound of potato chips being trampled.

Zhan Peng swallowed his saliva: "Old ......"

Bang!

The glass next to Zhanpeng's face was suddenly knocked hard!

The zombie's fist was only separated from his face by a thin layer of glass!

Zhanpeng fell to the ground, and crawled backwards with his hands and feet.

"Woohoo! Whew! "Behind the glass, the zombies are scratching frantically.

The setting sun shines through the outer door into the commissary, projecting the movements of these zombies onto the glass, revealing crazy black shadows, teeth and claws. Fingernails scratch the glass, and the sound of sizzling makes people's scalps tingle.

"Boss, boss...... Forget it! "Zhan Peng's fart is rolling and urine.

Ye Wen glared at him. "What is there to be afraid of. They can't get out. ”

Otherwise, they would have broken through the glass and rushed to the restaurant to forage for food.

The current zombie strength is similar to that of ordinary humans, unless they accelerate and collide, with Ye Wen's experience, they will not be able to destroy this kind of glass.

However, Ye Wen still cautiously retreated, putting a distance from the glass. After the two waited with bated breath for a while, the noise of the zombies gradually calmed down until it fell silent, as if dead.

It seems that they are still not very sensitive to heat and smell, but they are already very sensitive to sound. Zhan Peng's voice just now, even Ye Wen, who was standing next to him, felt that there was not much movement.

Ye Wen looked at Zhanpeng and pointed to the table blocking the door.

Zhanpeng's face immediately became bitter like a bitter melon. But he got up anyway and cautiously walked to the door of the commissary.

As he passed by Ye Wen, Ye Wen took the wooden stick from his hand, and then stuffed the shovel pole with the knife tied to it into Jin Peng's hand.

Zhan Peng was so moved that he was about to cry.

Ye Wen was a little inexplicable. He just felt that he might need to go inside the store to clean up the zombies, the shovel pole was too long to play.

He didn't realize how important a knife and a pole could make zombies as far away from him as possible be to Zhanpeng.

Zhan Peng tightened the wooden pole, as if he had a Seagod Needle in his heart, and grabbed the edge of the table, the table in the restaurant could have been moved, but the table was stuck between the back of the door and the wall, and the zombie did not crash open. Zhanpeng pressed the wooden pole against the table, clasped his thumb, and bent his four fingers to hook the edge of the table from below, and slowly dragged the table away from behind the door.

The legs of the table rubbed on the ground, making a tooth-sore creak, which made the zombies behind the door excited, and immediately rushed towards the door. The stench poured out, and pale arms reached out from behind the door, slamming the door furiously, scratching outward.

Ye Wen clenched his stick and waited for it.

But as soon as the door opened half a person wide, a short figure came out and went straight to Zhanpeng, who was closer.

The white little face, the cute dress, the chubby little arms and calves like lotus roots, and the little head has a drill on the melon, which trembles and trembles as she runs.

…… Living?