Chapter 15: The Vigilant Opponent

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The little fat man immediately opened his eyes vigilantly, he felt very bad, he felt that there was some danger approaching half, as if a darkness was about to envelop him, he felt danger, this was a very strange feeling, like a cold mang, like sitting on pins and needles.

No, why are the zombies getting louder.

Although these demons howled once or twice from time to time, as if they were calling to their companions, and as if venting their helpless hearts, he had long been accustomed to falling asleep and waking up with such roars.

However, something was really wrong, and tonight they were screaming very excitedly, and their voices were very loud, as if they were revealing a kind of longing.

Yes, that's the sound of foraging.

Was there that poor guy who was found by them? The little fat man has met several survivors in the past few days, some of them died at the hands of zombies, and some of them also died at his hands.

Ever since the disaster struck, he had suddenly awakened to a special ability, and according to that system, he was the Chosen One to save the world.

The only person on this planet who has been selected by an intelligent system, this is what that system indicates, he is the only person with special abilities in this world.

There are many kinds of abilities, and there are many choices, and he chose to be the "Imperial Warrior", which is why he can survive the end times.

He thought that he had finally become the protagonist of the world, and after he had the ability, he tried to save the others, but the first guy he saved wanted to snatch the pistol from his hand.

How can you let him take it away, this pistol is not just a weapon, this is Anna who has become a zombie, this girl is the only one who does not treat him as a waste before the end of the world.

Why give it to you, why give you the pistol, just because you are my homeroom teacher? It's ridiculous to say that children shouldn't carry such dangerous weapons, without this pistol, I would have been eaten a long time ago. Without Christine Anna, she would have committed suicide long before the end of the world.

So, the little fat man laughed, he picked up the pistol, and raised the pistol to his eyebrows under the criticism of the homeroom teacher.

"You've never known only criticism, and I want to hear a compliment from your mouth." This was the last word the little fat man said to his homeroom teacher.

It's a pity that his homeroom teacher is very brave, even in the face of the threat of gunpoint, he still admonishes righteously, so, of course, at least the little fat man pulled the trigger in a natural expression.

That was the first time he had killed someone, and he still killed the head teacher he got along with day and night.

He was scared, but, why, why, at the moment of pulling the trigger, he felt a little more, even a trace of excitement, and then this excitement was like a trace of spark on the grassland, gradually burning bigger and bigger, burning more and more fiercely, until the last shot was out of control.

There are countless zombies that have died in his hands, and there are already 5 humans who have died in his hands, no, it is six, and the guy who jumped off the building after being hit by himself in the afternoon is also counted as one.

The little fat man stretched out his fingers and recalled them one by one, it's a pity, only the guy who died this afternoon didn't see what he looked like, it's a pity, he should remember it clearly, so he can remember the stunned eyes, the panicked expression.

In the face of death, everyone's reaction is different, some panic, some are frightened, yes, and some people are righteous, hehe, it's really ironic.

The little fat man picked up the pistol, and then he suddenly heard a string of violent footsteps.

Wrong! The little fat man stood up at once, and the bottle that was tied to the rope fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Footsteps came from the doorway, getting closer and closer, what's going on, why are there so many?

The little fat man cautiously walked to the door, opened the ball lock of the door with the gentlest movement possible, opened a crack in the door, and then gently approached the door and looked out.

The moonlight dodged the clouds and sprinkled softly on the panicked land, revealing the outline of half of the corridor through the shattered glass.

A swaying figure dangled out from the end of the hallway, and the moonlight shone right on his terrifying face, a hideous, inhuman-shaped, distorted face, and a mouth that exceeded the maximum opening and closing of a human being.

Tick! Squeak squeak.

The sound came from the top of his head, the little fat man tilted his head in confusion, and tried his best to look at the top of the crack in the door, what is that, a bag?

Blood? It's a mouse!

Damn, someone is trying to harm me!

The little fat man immediately understood at this moment that this kind of obviously artificially made zombie **** has clearly explained the situation.

Hell, don't let me catch you, who's that? Who the hell is it? The little fat man muttered and scolded, but he didn't dare to scold loudly, for fear that the sound would attract the attention of the zombies.

Gently closing the door, he immediately turned around and lifted the table vigorously, and at the moment when the table was raised, a loud thud came from the door.

Under Claude's deliberate arrangement, the few running zombies ended up in the end. He had to arrange it this way, otherwise it would be these zombies who ran faster to get here first, but their number was limited, and they couldn't stop the little fat man with a gun at all, so the best thing to do was that all the zombies appeared here at the same time unknowingly.

Bang! With a loud crash, the zombie reached out and hooked the bag that hit the mouse, and the mouse inside immediately fell out, causing the zombies to scramble.

The zombies in the back saw that the food fell but couldn't reach it, so they desperately crowded forward, and in this narrow corridor, countless zombies had already packed the place.

Bang, a hole was broken through the inferior doorway, and the little fat man froze as he moved the table, and he saw that there was already a zombie who raised his head and looked at himself with wide red eyes from the hole.

"Grass!" The little fat man scolded, threw down the table and ran to the window, the fat figure was extremely flexible, rubbed his body and jumped out of the window, and then turned around and stood on the narrow balcony.

Claude hurriedly lowered himself and hid, he didn't want to be shot and killed by the little fat man here, his plan was still to come.

Looking back at the broken door, the little fat man spat proudly, your uncle, my master, I have always left a way back for myself.

Along the edge of the balcony, the little fat man moved forward quickly. This balcony is very narrow, it can be said that it is a half-meter window sill, the length can only allow a person to walk sideways, this place is not for the walkway, but for the place to dry clothes and raise flowers.

Bang! The door broke completely, and a large group of zombies squeezed into the room at once, and they roared and rushed to the window, but they obviously couldn't be as flexible as the little fat man, so they rushed out at once, and then fell to the ground on the first floor under the effect of gravity.

The scene of more than a dozen zombies jumping off the building collectively in a row is still a bit spectacular, but there are also a few lucky guys who jumped on the small windowsill, and then they found the little fat man who was about to come to the end, and immediately rushed over angrily.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Shot continuously, killing a few zombies who rushed over, the little fat man smiled, Nima didn't expect that I am not an ordinary person, we have a gun, and it is an infinite shotgun.

Zombies rushing in a straight line are very easy to fight, and you only need to shoot in one direction to deal with a string of enemies, obviously this silver revolver has an unusually strong penetrating power, and a bullet can pierce the heads of two zombies, you must know that ordinary pistols do not have this kind of power.

The gunfire was not loud, and Claude immediately walked out of the door and ran towards the end of the corridor, where there were not many zombies, and on the other side, there was another ambush waiting for the little fat man to appear.