Wrestling is an essential experience in life, from the time you learn to walk, to adulthood, you don't know how many times you have to fall in your life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, the wrestling we refer to is more psychological and experiential, and we often say that it is not a big deal to get up when you fall.

However, the fall I am now is the most distracting one of my lives, not only because the fall hurts, but also because of the stairs under my feet, my fall is still very bad, and my head hits a conference table, it is not very painful, but it makes me blank for a few seconds. It was the blank space of these few seconds that made the zombies in the brigade close to me, and the first few zombies suddenly jumped up, and they were like werewolves suddenly mutated on a full moon night, and they pounced in front of me with agile movements.

A zombie's hand even grabbed my calf!

I instantly felt my bladder distended, and my whole body was covered with goosebumps, and then I peed, and it wasn't a metaphor, but I was really incontinent. The only thing to be thankful for is that the zombies' movements are not very flexible after all, they jump up and down, bend down and pounce on me, and in the end this action is more troublesome than pounced on a standing person, so among the several zombies, only this one did it, and the others either pounced on the air or pounced. This is also a lesson, that is, don't stand stupidly when the zombie pounces in front of you, even if it is a lazy donkey rolling, it is 10,000 times better than a pestle in place.

However, although sitting on the ground reduces the probability of being directly knocked down by zombies, his own actions are also extremely inconvenient. I tried to stand up, but my calf was caught, and I had to use my other foot to push the zombie away, and more zombies rushed over, and the zombies behind me who had pounced on their heads also turned back, cutting off my retreat entirely. I had to climb to the side, but there were rows of conference tables on the side.

I crawled fairly fast, but out of nowhere came out of nowhere in front of me, a small waiter with a very good figure, and the original youthful face yelled at me, and then pounced on me. I flashed to the side, but I forgot that there was a conference table around me, and I hit the table directly in this flash, only to feel a sharp pain in my lower back, and then the whole person rolled to the middle of the seat in front of me with black eyes. I avoided the zombie, but I didn't take a breath, and zombies appeared on both sides of the conference table.

Worse still, my leg seemed to hurt, and I tried to jump on the conference table, but I couldn't do it for a while, and even worse, the huge monster squeezed out the zombies around me and rushed straight at me. It was still unfast, but its cry was high-pitched and intimidating, and under its thick limbs, the conference tables that looked like solid wood were like tofu, and sawdust flew between them, and the monster smashed a path and kept pressing at me.

My leg still hurts and I need to breathe a sigh of relief, but how can I have time now? I stood in the middle of a row of conference tables, both sides were full of zombies, I couldn't jump, I felt like I was dead, I pulled out my pistol and shot indiscriminately in both sides, but the bullet didn't hit the head, even if it hit the zombie's chest, it only shook it back, and it couldn't stop it in the slightest. But the zombies are going to hit the head, I already knew it, but at this moment I was all messed up. I didn't say a word, not because I was so calm in the face of the situation, but because my heart was completely messed up. By the time I had emptied all the bullets in one pistol, I had no time to reload (there was only one magazine), so I just subconsciously threw the whole pistol out.

I still have a pistol, but my hands are shaking, and I haven't been able to pull the pistol out of the holster on my trouser leg several times, and seeing that the zombie on the left has pounced a few meters in front of me, I roared excitedly, and was ready to pounce on me. At this point I pulled out my gun, but a thought crossed my mind, which was to raise my hand and give it to my temple.

At this time, I heard a shout, it was the little reporter with a nice voice who could be a radio DJ, she was still in the conference room, I only heard her shouting: "Below!" Brother Hao, under the table! In fact, I remember that many conference tables were sealed underneath, and I continued to stand if there was a bite that I could jump on or roll and climb onto the table, but I lay down, and if the bottom of the table was also sealed, then I would have killed myself.

But my brain was no longer on my own, and as soon as I lay down, the excited zombie had already pounced on me, and it was also because I fell down, and it slammed into the air and slammed into the conference table. But the tables were connected and didn't be knocked open by it, and I realized that the table was empty and that the people in the back could put their feet under the chairs in the front row. But the chairs are all tucked away, which makes the seats much lower than the ground. But I couldn't care anymore, this was the only way, I lay on the ground, on all fours, and crawled forward desperately from under the table and chair.

Thankfully, I was able to climb through!

But it's just that I climbed over the chair that I put down, and I'm also losing weight now, if it's still the 160 pounds of weight before the disaster, it's a dead word!

As soon as I realized that there was a way out, my mind cleared up a lot, and I climbed very fast, crawling over several rows of conference tables in one go, and then I got up and ran from the middle of the conference table to the middle of the staircase. At this time, the zombies were still squeezing towards the position I was just in, and the zombies who were squeezed outside realized that I had run to the stairs, and rushed over with excitement, and my left kneecap was very painful, probably hit, so I couldn't run fast.

But at this time, Long Mang had already rushed over, his homemade short gun was long gone, and now he was holding the steel bar we used to fix the climbing rope before, this thing was blunt, and could not be used as a gun, Long Mang could only use it as an iron whip to smash the zombie's head. His hand strength is very strong, and he can smash the zombie's head as soon as the steel bar goes down, but this kind of fight is too physically demanding, and even Long Mang can't bear it. At this time, Liu Zhengbing and Zhou Lingjie also ran back, running with me left and right.

I have said many times that when fleeing for their lives, if someone is injured, for the sake of more people, they can choose not to save him, and logically speaking, no one is sorry. But when my legs and feet were not dexterous, and these two college students ran back to drive me, I suddenly couldn't say anything, the truth is clear to everyone, but it's really going to fall on my head, who doesn't want others to come back to save me?

Long Mang hit a few times, and then he stuck the steel bar into the chest of a zombie and couldn't pull it out, but by this time we had already withdrawn far away, throwing the zombies in the brigade far enough. Of course, no one would fight with zombies at this time, so we quickly ran out from the side according to the predetermined plan. It's certain that zombies won't open the door, they will only hit, but it's not so easy to break through a metal security door.

I glanced back, and the massive monster was still smashing the conference table like a bulldozer and arching forward, far away, its goal unclear, and it seemed to slow down. But I don't feel safe at all, and I don't even think the security door can stop this. It used to be human, because it still had clothes on it, but now it doesn't know what the hell it has become, and it's completely different from those zombies.

"Bang", the security door behind us is locked, the zombies will not open the door, and when they turn around and come out of the main door of the conference room according to the smell and sound, it is estimated that it will take a few hours, and it happens that there are living people they are interested in behind the door of the conference room, and the consciousness and wisdom that the zombies have lost may be our hope to live.

There was originally a lone zombie in the corridor, and without Long Mang's action, Liu Zhengbing rushed over, raised another steel bar on his back with both hands, and screamed and slammed it, smashing the head of the lone zombie in one go. At this time, Zhou Lingjie helped me, and Long Mang ran out of the corridor quickly, and he went to lock the door of the staircase conference room.

I almost killed myself, but our plan worked perfectly, and almost the zombies on the entire floor were drawn to the lecture hall by the sound of my gunfire. Of course, the zombies on other floors will also be moved, and when they determine their target, they will find us again, and finally block us, to say the least, it will take an hour to say the least. That's enough time for us to run a long way.

According to me, it is true that we should find a way to escape back to the 9th floor, and the monster in the elevator shaft is now locked in the conference room, and we can run back from where we started. But Long Mang and Zhou Lingjie haven't given up on that "dark devouring" of what the hell, and I also think that finding a good cold weapon is also an important guarantee for us, so we searched all the way, but we found several conference rooms, and we didn't find that the conference room was held as a seminar that Zhou Lingjie said.

On the 15th floor, where the conference room is located, the terrain of the floor is more complicated than that on the 9th and 10th floors, and we turned around a few times, not only could we not find the elevator shaft when we came, but also the large staircase conference room. Of course, I wasn't interested in looking for the staircase conference room again, but it wasn't a good idea to turn around like this, and the end of the corridor in front of me showed that there was another elevator room, so I rushed over and pried open the elevator door, and climbed back through the elevator shaft, I think the key is the key.

However, when we ran to the front of the elevator hall, I suddenly stopped, because I saw a broken display board with the words "Organizer History and Culture Institute" written on it outside the door of a conference room near the elevator hall.

Zhou Lingjie also said that this is a large-scale international seminar, just with such a marginal conference room, like? Or is it cold in the end?

But no matter what, since we found it, of course we still had to go in and have a look, but when we went in, we found nothing but the mess and blood stains and scattered skeletons in a place. But just when I was about to leave disappointed, the little reporter Zhou Lingjie keenly discovered that there was a suite in this conference room.

The lock of the suite was locked from the inside, and when I broke the lock with my pistol again and rushed in, we were all surprised to find that there were people inside.