Chen Yingying lives on the third floor, while the fat man lives on the fifth floor, with a flight of stairs to climb in the middle. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This has to consider whether there are any trapped zombies in the corridor.

There is also the fat man who is five big and three thick, and the fat flesh of his body is trembling, and his combat power is twice that of him before he becomes a zombie, and after becoming a zombie, it is estimated that Chen Yingying's physique is only complete.

Don't fight unprepared battles, don't fight uncertain battles. The great man taught us in this way, so he began to get busy.

Chen Yingying thought of the traps used to hunt wild boars on survival shows he had seen before, so he began to look for materials to make traps. First, remove the network cables upstairs and twist them together to make a rope 20 meters long and the thickness of a thumb, and make a rope sleeve.

He tried, and as long as the fat man didn't turn into a rhinoceros, once he put it on, he couldn't break free no matter what.

But with what bait? Fresh meat? If there are any, they will have already been swallowed by themselves.

There was no way, Chen Yingying had to wash a glass bottle, and then endured the pain, took a kitchen knife and cut a hole in his finger, squeezed and squeezed it, and made up enough blood for half a bottle.

Examining the spear and sling the rope on his back, he opened the iron door of the stairway a small crack and looked out.

But as soon as he opened the door, a black, thin paw grabbed in, slashed dangerously across the bridge of his nose, and scratched a few shallow paw prints on the rusty iron door.

"Holy!" Chen Yingying was startled and hurriedly retreated. Fortunately, he was well prepared, and locked the iron door with a chain that locked the bicycle in advance, and only opened a small slit half a person wide.

The zombie had white hair and a bright red armband on its outstretched arm.

"It's Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee downstairs!"

Chen Yingying exclaimed, but now he couldn't care so much, raised his spear, and stabbed a transparent hole in her head.

The zombies fell down with a howl, but more arms came in. Chen Yingying glanced sideways, almost so frightened that his heart was about to jump out - the corridor was crowded with zombies, estimated to be more than ten or twenty.

When the people in this building escaped for their lives, they were blocked by the zombies outside, and they were all blocked here.

There was no way back for him, the door was stuck by Aunt Wang's corpse and couldn't be closed, more zombies rushed to this side, and the corridor was full of "knock" footsteps and the howls of zombies.

Chen Yingying raised his spear and stabbed it down, fortunately, this door is quite strong, and the gap is relatively small, just enough for a zombie to enter.

He didn't dare to slack off for a moment, desperately stabbed and stabbed, and in the end he was numb, just repeating these movements mechanically.

I don't know how long it took for the zombie howls to subside.

He sat on the floor, his legs cramping, and his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them.

Chen Yingying sat and rested for a while, found a mask to put on, took a pair of gloves, and limped to the door.

After listening carefully and making sure that there was no movement outside, he opened the door.

The corridor in front of the door was full of zombie corpses, blocking the corridor, and the black corpse fluid flowing from the zombies was mixed with Bai Huahua's brains, emitting an unpleasant smell that made people feel sick.

Chen Yingying looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Did I really do it? Zombies aren't that scary, don't they? He thought triumphantly.

After drinking a little water, swallowing the remaining three chocolates, he threw the dead zombie corpse downstairs and prepared to go to the fifth floor.

But he thought about it and sat down again, he had wasted a lot of physical strength today, and he had already killed a lot of zombies just now, so he was ready to take a break and clean up the results of the battle first.

He endured the stench and began to pick up the corpses, and most people would take the key with them when they went out, even if they were fleeing, and sure enough, he turned out a large string.

With a "crunch", Chen Yingying gently pushed open the security door of a suite, and before opening the door, he listened sideways for more than ten minutes, and wiped his blood on the door, and only after making sure that there was no abnormality, he opened the door.

The room was quiet, and it seemed that the owner of this suite had either escaped or had turned into a zombie and fell under his gun.

Chen Yingying began to look for everything useful, and of course, the main thing was food. He was lucky enough to find half a bag of rice and a few pieces of bacon.

Because the power went out five days ago, the cooked food and meat in the refrigerator stinked, and he didn't dare to eat it, because it would be too late to cry.

Back at home, Chen Yingying smashed the wooden computer desk, found an iron bucket, sawed a gap with a hacksaw, and knocked off the bottom of the bucket to make a small stove.

Light the fire, pour the rice and cut bacon and cook a large pot of rice. It wasn't until my stomach was swollen that I stopped and burped in satisfaction.

"Sure enough, I did it myself! Plenty of food and clothing! Chen Yingying lit a stick of China and thought beautifully. The pack of cigarettes was found on the dinner table at Glasses' house and was pocketed by him.

At this time, night had fallen, there was no electricity, and the dark night was particularly difficult.

This set of boxing is his family martial arts, I heard Chen Yingying's chattering grandfather said, this set of boxing can be general, it is the Spring and Autumn Period of Guiguzi flowing down the art of Bigu Naqi, practice not only can prolong life, practice to the extreme can also be reborn, become a land immortal-like character.

In this regard, Chen Yingying scoffed, it is true that he has a long life, because his great-grandfather and his grandfather both lived to be in their nineties, but cultivating to become an immortal is a bit hanging.

He always thinks that this should be due to the fact that his great-grandfather and grandfather did not smoke or drink, plus they lived in the countryside, the air was good, and they ate healthily, which was just in line with today's popular health regimen.

Besides, this set of boxing is just a routine, there is no actual combat ability at all, with this idle kung fu, it is better to practice taekwondo for a few days, at least it can deal with a few small thieves, why live so long? It's not Wang Ba.

It's just that this set of boxing has been forced to learn by Chen Yingying since he was a child, and he has developed a habit over the years, every time he eats enough, his stomach will swell uncomfortably if he doesn't hit him again, no way, he shouldn't change it.

I don't know what's wrong, after today's boxing, he felt a hot current surging under his navel, unspeakably uncomfortable, as if there was a warm baby there.

"I didn't put peppers in my cooking today." Chen Yingying scratched his head and thought about it for a long time, so he simply didn't think about it, pulled the quilt, and began to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Chen Yingying woke up in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was already dark, and he habitually shouted: "Baozi, Baozi, bring me shoes!" ”

Baozi was a husky he used to raise, but he ran away the day before the end came, and he didn't know if he survived or was eaten by zombies.

He has been sad for this for a long time, since his parents died, the only one who can accompany him is this stupid dog.

After screaming a few times and not responding, he remembered that the bun had been lost, and he was alone in this world, in such a bloody world, could he still live?

He got up, walked to the window and looked out, and couldn't help but explode into a foul mouth.

"! What's going on?! ”

There was a fog outside the window, but this fog was different from the usual white, but white with pink, red panic, and the fog was still very big, and it was already dark outside, like a sea of blood.

"Is it smog?"

I've seen it on the news before, saying that there is a pink fog somewhere, and according to those experts, it is all caused by the evening glow and special pollutants. But it stands to reason that it is the end of the world now, and all the factories have been shut down, so this should not happen.

He rubbed his hand in the air, a slight burning sensation coming from his fingertips.

"Poisonous?!" This made Chen Yingying startled, and hurriedly closed the window.

"Huh? What's going on here? ”

There seems to be something wrong with the zombies on the street downstairs, usually they wander separately and do not invade each other, but today they are actually restless, tearing each other and fighting for the flesh and blood of the same kind.

"The zombies rioted? Could it be because of this red mist? Chen Yingying thought.

But this seems to be a good thing for him, of course, the fewer zombies the better, and in the end, it is better to kill each other and die.

Today's food has not yet been settled, and Chen Yingying began to get busy.

He plans to explore all the households in this building today and sort out all the supplies. In addition to supplies, safety is also a big problem, and he plans to clean up all the zombies in this building, so as not to sleep unsteadily.

I found a few new clothes to put on, and yesterday's clothes were stained with corpse fluid on the zombies, and I was disgusting to death.

Today he thought about it carefully, pinched his nose again, held back his nausea, and went to the bottom of the building to identify which rooms were empty.

It turned out that except for the fat man on the fifth floor, everyone else was here.

It's much easier now, Chen Yingying breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was about to start the sweep, but at this time, there was a sound of "knock knock" from upstairs, as if something was knocking on the door hard.

He picked up the spear, prepared yesterday's equipment, and walked upstairs, the more he went up, the louder and louder he became, and he became more and more nervous, although he killed so much yesterday, he was still very scared in his heart, and he was not willing to face these terrible monsters.

The third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor, that's it.

"Is it the fat man?" Chen Yingying speculated in his heart.

But at this moment, the entire security door fell down with a "bang", and slammed into his body, the huge force from the iron door made his throat sweet, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, Chen Yingying's head was blank, and there was only one word - escape!!