Due to the dislocated shoulder, the process of changing clothes was not very easy, but I couldn't call the rude man to help, I gritted my teeth and changed the clothes Andrew gave me with a little difficulty, and after putting on a wide coat, I found that he deliberately chose a loose shoulder dress, a wide coat, the shoulder line to my arm, reduced the comfort of the shoulder blades, and the tightness of the shoulders was slightly relaxed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This person is sometimes so arrogant that it is annoying, but there are also times when it is touching.

"Squeak-"

I opened the bathroom door and Andrew was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette.

White smoke swirled around him, blurring his outline.

He looked up at me silently, as if to inquire about my wounds.

Thinking of the female corpse in the room, I got angry and ignored him.

Watching me limp over to the couch, Andrew pursed his lips, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and leaned forward to stand up.

"Put on your shoes and go out."

I sat down on the sofa and bent down to lift the shoes, only to find that the boots were covered with thick cotton, which allowed the sole of my feet to be rubbed with minimal abrasions.

Where did he find it?

Confused, I folded my trousers and put on those cotton boots.

Spooky, just the right size.

“……”

Standing up on the sofa, I tentatively stepped on the ground, the soft cotton soles of my feet cut off the rough and cold ground, cut the right size so that my feet could be perfectly fixed in the small space, and I didn't feel any pain caused by friction when I walked.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

What an amazing man.

"Click."

While I was still immersed in my own thoughts, Andrew had already pushed open the door and stood in the hallway, slightly turning to look at me standing in the living room. I raised my eyes to meet his calm eyes, he was wearing a black cotton jacket, black pants, black military boots, his left waist was a little bulging, and a pistol was probably hidden under his coat.

Knowing what he meant, I walked quickly over to him.

"Go slower." As I walked up to him, I heard him speak in a low voice.

With his left hand slowly reaching his waist, Andrew lowered his steps slightly, and his right leg was in front of him, lowering his body, like a predator lurking in the shadows, maintaining a posture of alertness at any time, slowly blending his body into the dim and damp corridor. Exhaling, inhaling, adjusting my breathing rate, I retracted my voice and followed him down the narrow hallway.

His tall frame blocked my view, and there was no light in the hallway to see farther away.

On both sides, behind closed doors, occasional terrifying screams could be heard.

Harsh, desperate.

It was as if he was using the last of his life to ask for help, but he gradually weakened and was contained in an even bloodier slaughter. Humans, who have always regarded themselves as predators at the top of the food chain, finally have their vulnerability.

The air in the corridor was cold and damp, inexplicably suffocating, and the vines were full of beating hearts, as if they were about to drain away the last hope.

A chill.

Suddenly, I remembered Claire's crayon drawings.

A thick and colorful python, dead entwined with a sheep, spitting red snake letters, a pair of dark eyes, and a thick body wrapped around it, tightening a little bit, the sheep opened its eyes, slightly open its mouth and barked weakly, kicked its front hooves, and was about to exhaust the last trace of strength.

Nothing too bloody happened in the dark and cold corridor, except for Andrew pinching a zombie that suddenly rushed out of the corner and pressing it against the wall, and the next moment he broke its cervical vertebrae without mercy.

The sound was special, like the sound of amplified bones being cut off, crisp.

Andrew's "home" is located on the second floor, and the parking lot on the first floor can be found along the secure passage. Each garage is separated, Andrew said the ground floor is contracted by an auto repair shop to park some cars that have been repaired and be able to make some simple repairs, while the larger garage is three blocks away.

He seemed to know all about it.

It's a world away from me, who has never figured out the situation.

"Scha-la-" Andrew pulled open a rusty iron door, and I followed his steps into the garage. There are all kinds of cars parked in the garage, black, silver, white...... Some cars propped up the front with jacks and removed a tire, while others had their doors removed to reveal an empty cab.

"Da-da." Andrew walked on his long legs, and steady footsteps echoed in the garage in neutral.

I followed him like a kitten, my eyes falling on the rows of cars that were silent in the dark.

What would their owners look like when they brought them in for repairs, knowing that they would never need to drive again?

In a huge garage, we two car thieves have nothing to fear.

Andrew stopped, and I didn't notice hitting him in the back.

"Oh." I staggered a few steps and rubbed my forehead.

Andrew turned slightly to look at me, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

I glared at him.

With a light snort, Andrew walked silently to a black SUV parked on the right-hand side.

I stood there and stared at the car, black body, cold iron wagon, black and green camouflage on the body, with a bit of eerie solemnity.

"Bang." Andrew smashed the cab window with his elbow.

He was tall and able to easily reach into the car.

With boots on the slightly damp ground, my coat covering my body, and my hands hidden in my sleeves, I quietly looked at Andrew's lower body exposed outside the window, and after some slight sounds, he expertly pried open the door, stepped out of his legs and sat in the cab, looking down for a line that would start the engine, and his body disappeared from my sight for a moment.

I stood in the darkness and pondered.

Bandaging, fighting, shooting.

Andrew has full Special Forces training.

In addition to this, he is also proficient in stealing cars......

It seems that there is nothing to do behind such an all-powerful man.

Well, that's not comprehensive, as long as you can keep up with him when you run for your life, you shouldn't have to worry about your life.

Just as I was distracted, a black figure suddenly flashed out from behind the SUV and roared and pounced on the cab.

"Andrew!"

I instinctively shouted.

"Bang-" The next moment the door of the off-road vehicle was slammed shut, and the zombie in the worker's uniform pounced on the window of the cab, and without the obstruction of the glass, it frantically wanted to bite the mouth and pounced towards Andrew. Through the car window, I saw Andrew sitting in the cab dodging the zombie's body, his right hand instantly grabbed the zombie's neck, and his left hand pulled out a spike and plunged it into the zombie's eye socket.

With a dull sound, the zombie's eyeballs and brain were pierced in an instant, and its body trembled like a twitch, and it stopped moving.

Andrew pursed his lips and pushed away the zombie with his left hand, pulled out the long spike with his right hand, and scraped off the eyeballs strung on the spikes on the car window without hurry, the sticky eyeballs fell to the ground, Andrew raised his hand and wiped the blood of the zombie next to his cheek with his sleeve.

It's so fast, it all happens in less than ten seconds.

I stood there stunned, looking at the zombie lying on its back, a pool of black blood slowly spreading under it, vaguely, it looked young, but it was a young man under twenty years old, like an apprentice working in a maintenance shop.

Andrew pushed open the cab door, stepped on the sticky blood of the zombie in his black shoes, and walked towards me, who had not yet come to his senses. There was no panic or uneasiness on his calm expression, as if he had just solved a problem.

His footsteps were getting closer, and I tilted my head slightly to look at the corners of his mouth.

He handed me the spike that was still stained with zombie blood, and I took the black spike with the temperature of Andrew's palm, it was like a well-crafted self-defense weapon, about the length of a forearm, one end was slightly thicker, the other was slender and sharp, and it was a little heavy to hold in my hand.

"Remember, survival is the goal." In his ears, Andrew's voice was low.

I was silent, not knowing how to react for a moment.

What do you need to do to stay alive?

Kill an adult zombie in an instant? Or kill an innocent woman without mercy?

I bowed my head.

Speechless for a moment.

Feeling his rough palms rubbing against the hair on my neck, I came back to my senses to find that he had silently helped me put on the hat of my coat.

I looked up at him quizzically.

Andrew tugged at my collar and rubbed my head through the hat.

"Stay in the car for a while, be behaved, and don't look up."

"Why?"

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