"Mamma Mia! Is this still fat?! Chen Yingying sat down on the ground and let out an exclamation from his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's true that it's a fat man, but this fat man is no longer the fat man he was.

The original fat man was at most one meter eight or five tall, but now after becoming a zombie, he is at least two meters tall.

The body size has also become larger, and the clothes on the body have long been stretched into strips of rags by the swelling muscles, and the thick blood vessels are exposed, which are slowly wriggling, like small snakes, extremely terrifying.

Because he was so big, he couldn't get out of the box anymore. He could only pound the wall with a fist the size of a dustpan, staring at Chen Yingying with a pair of blood-red eyes, two sharp fangs sticking out of his open mouth, dripping saliva down.

Chen Yingying struggled to get up and wanted to run back, but the more anxious he became, the more chaotic he became, and he tripped over the rope on his body.

"That's right! Rope! How did you forget this! Chen Yingying patted his head, and with a flash of inspiration, he remembered yesterday's plan.

He quickly got up, took off the rope on his body, quickly made a rope sleeve, placed it in front of him, and then pinched one end of the rope and ran towards the entrance of the stairs.

But when he ran to the entrance of the corridor, he was worried again, his original plan was to prepare a few gas canisters to put on the corridor, as long as the rope sleeve locked the zombies, he would push the gas canisters down, and lock the zombies by the weight of the gas canisters.

Can 。。。。。 now It's obviously too late.

Chen Yingying was so anxious that he saw that this oversized zombie had knocked off half of the wall, and was leaning out half of his body, and one foot had already stepped into the rope sleeve.

"I can't care so much!" Chen Yingying's eyes closed, gritted his teeth, passed the rope through the iron railing, and jumped down from the entrance of the building with the rope.

The falling wind blew from his ears, and then Chen Yingying felt a tightness in his hand, and a huge force came, counteracting the momentum of his fall.

As he had imagined, the force of his fall and his weight were simply not enough to drag the massive mutated zombies.

But now he is difficult to ride a tiger, and the person is hanging in the air, there is no way to think about it.

Luckily, the rope was strong enough to be braided, and it happened to be the fence of the staircase on the fourth floor. Chen Yingying grabbed the rope with his left hand, freed his right hand, and flipped up the stairs.

After climbing up the stairs, he quickly knotted the rope in his hand on the pole on the stairs. Soon the rope was pulled straight and the railing creaked.

It was probably the zombie who felt that the rope was getting in his way and was pulling desperately. Chen Yingying was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat, what should I do?

I didn't expect this fat man to be so powerful after turning into a zombie. Looking at its size and strength, Mo said that Chen Yingying is now unarmed, even if he has a submachine gun in his hand now, he can't kill it.

"Smack!" At this juncture, the rope broke from it, and then there was a loud bang, broken bricks and wind and dust flew all over the sky, and the fat zombie directly smashed the door frame and rushed out of the entrance of the building, Chen Yingying had no choice but to run directly to the top floor.

"!" When he ran to the door leading to the top of the building, he saw that there was a big iron lock hanging on the door, and he couldn't help but scold his mother. I had no choice but to pick up the wrench and smash it desperately.

And at this time, the zombie had completely rushed out, and when it saw Chen Yingying, it was obviously excited, opened its mouth wide, and screamed "whoop", and even could smell the strong corpse stench in its mouth.

With a "bang", Chen Yingying finally smashed the damn iron lock, he hurriedly rushed to the roof of the building, and locked the iron door with his backhand, he didn't ask for this thin iron door to be a zombie, just to be able to delay for a while.

The roof of the building is now red, the morning fog has now dissipated a lot, and the wide roof is full of satellite TV shelves that used to be pulled.

Chen Yingying pulled a few cable TV wires, tied one end to a water tower on the rooftop, and wrapped the other end tightly around his waist.

As soon as he was ready, the iron door was stabbed with a pair of claws. With a "bang", the iron door was almost like paper paste under the hands of the fat zombie, and it was easily torn into two pieces!

"Come on! Master is here! Come and eat Lao Tzu! ”

The zombie pounced, Chen Yingying sprinted a few steps, and then jumped like a big bird taking off! Jump downstairs.

Hearing a strong wind overhead, Chen Yingying shrank his head, and a jet-black claw slashed across his body, leaving a long gap in his clothes.

"Plop"! It's the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The fat zombie fell from the fifth floor and smashed into a small car parked on the side of the street, smashing the car into a large crater, and the car's siren let out a terrible scream.

"Sample! This won't kill you! Chen Yingying spat at the mouth and said fiercely.

But the result was a great disappointment, and the fat zombie shook its head and stood up again, without hurting a single hair.

Seeing Chen Yingying in mid-air, the zombie jumped up and wanted to catch him, but the distance was too far to reach him.

The fat zombie let out an angry howl, and the zombies around it poured blood mold, and it picked up its fists and smashed them into a place of meat sauce one by one.

Chen Yingying climbed to the top of the building along the rope, sat down on the ground, and checked his whole body. found that except for jumping off the building just now and breaking a few skins and twisting his feet, the zombie did not leave a wound on him just now, so he let out a sigh of relief and secretly said lucky.

"What's going on? Why is this zombie so powerful! With questions, Chen Yingying limped off the rooftop and came to the suite where the fat man lived, wanting to take a look.

But as soon as he entered the door, he was startled, and hurriedly ran out, leaning against the wall and vomiting heavily.

The walls of the living room were littered with blood spills, and the ground was littered with severed limbs, like hell on earth.

After calming down for a while, he walked into the room, carefully avoiding the corpses on the ground, and such a picture appeared in his head.

When the end came, the fat man was the first to turn into a zombie, and then he went berserk and killed his sister and parents who lived with him, ate their flesh, and then began to mutate.

"The flesh of a living person can mutate zombies? No wonder those zombies go crazy at the sight of a living person. Chen Yingying exhaled and thought.

The picture in the room was so bloody that he didn't want to stay longer at all, so he went straight to the fat man's room and began to check it.

The fat man's room was small and simple, with only a bookcase and a bed. In addition to his love of food, he is also a standard military fan, with pictures of all kinds of weapons on the wall, and bookcases full of models of tanks and airplanes.

After looking for a long time, Chen Yingying took out a large box from under the bed, opened it and saw that in addition to the Nepalese saber he wanted, there was also a high-powered telescope.

The saber was wrapped in a scabbard sewn from cowhide. When I took it out, the body of the snow bright knife was covered with fine cloud patterns, and I could feel a tingling sensation when I stroked the blade with my hand.

The saber's unique dog-legged design can maximize its power, and if you slash it hard, ordinary zombies can definitely cut off their heads.

"What a knife! Good knives! He played with it beautifully, and the tiredness on his body was diluted by the joy of getting this knife.

Putting away the loot, Chen Yingying left directly, although he knew that there was still a lot of food in this room, but as soon as he saw the miserable situation in the house, he was not interested in the slightest.

After returning home and briefly treating the wounds on his body, Chen Yingying carried out a big cleaning of the entire building.

His goals were mainly food, medicine, and everything else that could be used in the apocalypse.

The process of sweeping went smoothly, and I never encountered a single zombie again. In a few moments, his room was filled with rice, bacon, and all sorts of snacks, tobacco and alcohol.

By the afternoon, the red fog had cleared outside, and the whole sky was gray and there was no sunlight in sight. The zombies on the street also stopped biting and wandered around one by one.

Chen Yingying used the binoculars he had just arrived to observe the situation on the periphery of the street, especially the mutated fat man who was teased by him to jump off the building.

As a result, he was taken aback by what he found. Because, he found that several zombies were obviously much taller than the zombies around them, and the skin on their bodies had also become dark and rough, looking like ripe cowhide.

There are a few of them who have not grown in size, but their movements have become much faster, their limbs have become thicker, their nails are longer and sharper than ordinary zombies, and there is even one lying directly on the ground, on all fours, jumping up and down.

Chen Yingying's heart felt a burst of sadness, it seems that although this red mist makes the zombies kill each other, but at the same time, it also makes the zombies begin to evolve, if the zombies are getting stronger and stronger, then can the human race still have a chance to win? Will you be able to survive on your own?

He unscrewed a 75-degree bottle of Lao Baigan and poured a large sip of it, the hot liquor rushing from his throat to his stomach, soothing his emotions.

Get drunk! Get drunk! When you get drunk, you can forget this dark apocalypse, forget these loneliness, forget the blood and corpses you see today, and those horrible zombies.

Chen Yingying opened a few cans of luncheon meat, drank them one bite at a time, and with little effort, a bottle of liquor went down, and his whole body floated, not knowing what he had done, and then he fell asleep deeply.