In the dimly lit warehouse, there were about 100 people, old and young, scattered around. The air was mixed with the smell of feces and urine. There are a few bags of rice by the wall, but there are not many left.

When they saw them come in, they all came forward excitedly, "Are you here to save us?" ”

Before Song Buning could speak, the uncle next to him had already rushed out and shouted at an old woman with some white hair, "Auntie, I'm Da Yuan!" ”

"Big, big Yuan?" The old woman's cloudy eyes rolled for a moment, and when she saw the uncle, she suddenly burst into tears, "Da Yuan, your uncle, they ......"

"I know, I know." He gently patted the old woman on the back, soothing.

The suppressed whimpering and sobbing sounded, the uncle had red eyes, patting her, his eyes searched the crowd, but he didn't see his familiar family, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

The people of the same village came forward to comfort them, he trembled his lips, and he didn't dare to ask if he had seen his family Yuanyuan, his family Xiangqin, his parents and brothers.

When he finally calmed down, he learned from the crowd that only his daughter in his family had not become a zombie, and Xiangqin and his second brother were zombies because they were bitten. After the fire at that time, her aunt woke up in the morning to find that his daughter Yuanyuan was missing, and she could not be found in the village.

Later, there was very little food in the village, and the people with the car had already run away, so everyone discussed coming to the warehouse to find some surplus grain. Unexpectedly, the zombies outside have become more powerful, they packed the food and were about to leave, when there was a sudden commotion outside.

It turned out that people who didn't know where also came to look for food, with guns, drove to attract all the zombies from the nearby villages, grabbed the food and left, but they were surrounded here for almost a week.

Everyone sighed after speaking.

Song Buning looked at the uncle's eyes widened, which was bloodshot, his clenched fists trembled, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him with a little choked up, "Isn't Yuanyuan still missing, there is always a glimmer of hope." "But everyone knows what it means for a little girl to disappear in the last days.

Everyone was silent, and the people who rushed in with them were standing by the window, looking at the car outside that had broken the window pane, and the people inside were crying and shouting to avoid the zombies that had rushed in.

Some people jumped out of the car and ran towards the warehouse, and the zombies that were scattered outside had gradually surrounded them.

Someone had already run to open the door, Song Buning looked at the torn and gnawed corpse in the car, closed his eyes slightly, and his fingers trembled a little.

She thought she was just a selfish person, a cruel person, a narrow-minded person.

She could have let them stay in a safe place and get out of the car, but she ended up bringing them over. Oh, without those cowardly and stupid people attracting some zombies, how could they get to the warehouse smoothly?

When did this project begin? When those people accuse, when they whisper insults, or when they move their minds that they shouldn't have?

Song Buning sneered, clenched his hands, his nails sunk into his palms, and he turned his eyes away.

Because of the protection of the young man, the woman named Xiaoxiao also ran in, and was nestled in the young man's arms with red eyes.

What surprised her was that the woman who grabbed the pickles was helping a middle-aged man who looked a little thin to break in, and her whole body was full of the ruthlessness of grabbing pickles.

In the evening, the men who were guarding a few grain bags grabbed a handful of grain, yes, the kind of rice that still had its husks.

Then a few people came over, with fireballs hanging from their hands, and began to barbecue the pile of grain, and after a while, there was a "crackling" sound, and the fragrance of rice grains suddenly wafted out of the air. Look at the yellow-orange-orange millet again, the embryonic flesh of the white flowers has burst out inside.

There is no pot, that's how they cook and eat.

Xiao An'an looked surprised, and couldn't help but throw her little short legs and stepped forward to look. The grain keepers saw that he looked white and cute, ordered a few grains of rice for him to play with, and he learned to stare at the fireball in his hand.

Finally, he happily held the burned black rice grains to Song Buning.

Song Buning twisted his hand and turned it directly into black ash, looked up at Xiao An An with a flat mouth, and felt a little weak, "Haha, An An is really powerful, all of a sudden, it will be burned out, and when he goes out to fight monsters in the future, An An will definitely be able to burn the monsters away." ”

"Really?" The little guy's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and Song Buning couldn't bear to hit him, so he snorted haha and went to find his uncle.

There are a lot of zombies outside, and there are still three or four hundred left, and there are more than 100 people in the warehouse, including old and young men and women. went out to clean up the zombies, there were not enough people, grabbed the car and ran away, it couldn't be loaded, and the car drove for most of the day, and there was not much gas.

Song Buning muttered to the uncle for a while, the uncle was more familiar with the people here, and asked him to say that most of the zombies outside had gone, and let everyone clean up in batches. Hundreds of zombies can't be cleaned in one day, but they can always be cleaned in two days and three days, and then they can only be guarded to death in the warehouse.

The next day, let the earth-based abilities isolate some of the zombies and start cleaning up. One person's earthen wall can't be too high, and it is built up by several people layer by layer.

When all the zombies around him were knocked down, it was already two days later, and the ground was covered with a layer of black blood, sticking to the carrion.

After two days of exposure to the sun and high temperatures, the oil on the bus was dry. The group returned to the village with the few remaining bags of rice, and a few days later, the uncle and a few middle-aged men drove over to a large truck from a nearby quarry.

Because of the question of whether to leave the village, the people in the village are divided into three factions, most of the people who want to stay are old people who are old and their families are suffering, and those who advocate going out are divided into two groups because they go to the town or the county.

Uncle naturally wants to go to the town to find out, what if Yuanyuan goes to the town?

Following them, the people who were still alive were actually going to the town, Song Buning was a little surprised, but he was relieved when he thought of the strange expressions they had when they mentioned the base in the county.

Everyone could not persuade each other, so they divided the food and went their separate ways.

The town is not small, but it is more "lively" than the village, and the main road is full of zombies. They wandered there for a few days and found a place where a few hundred people gathered. I couldn't find Yuanyuan when I went around the town, so I had to take the people who wanted to leave with a ride and drive to the county.

Along the road, I saw villages and stopped to search, and every time I found a place, my uncle seemed to be a year older.

Song Buning looked at his increasingly gray eyes, anxious but didn't know how to comfort him.

Everyone has given up hope of finding it, just watching a father looking for his daughter day and night, and can't bear to say it. still accompanied him in the search, but it was just to find more supplies.

Five days have passed, and the car has gone around to other counties, and has been circling around Qiu Township, and the people on the same road have begun to complain and be dissatisfied.

Song Buning looked at the uncle's gradually rickety back, and stopped talking for a while.