Chapter 10: Crazy Little Fat Man

The buildings along the streets were largely in ruins, and helicopter gunships had been bombarding for a whole day, plowed every street in the already modest city, not to mention the bustling area in the heart of the city.

Claude felt that as he killed more zombies, his whole body strength was not becoming stronger, but weakening. Yes, it doesn't feel like it's upgraded, it's as if something is stuck in the body, and I can't always find that breakthrough.

Looking at the number that had become 136/10,000, and the other number that was still 99, Claude tightened the crosshair in his hand and continued to walk forward. If that mission of the "heavenly kingdom of mankind" has to be accomplished, now is the best chance. These zombies are slow, and most of them are disabled after being bombarded by helicopter gunships, and killing such zombies is as easy as slaughtering chickens.

At the end of the street, there is a small complex of buildings, none of which are very tall or very large, but there is a very dense crowd, and there is the No. 2 Middle School.

One of the largest high schools in this second-tier city, Claude doesn't know how many people there are in it, but he saw the scene of this school sports day again, and the scene at that time was really spectacular.

If this infection had appeared in a school, in such a crowded place, it would have been difficult for Claude to imagine the tragedy at the beginning, and he wondered what had happened to Anna.

"Bang!" Not far from the school, Claude heard a strange noise.

"Bang!" Again, it's gunshots!

Claude immediately began to move, and since it was a gunshot, it was most likely a police officer or rescue team. He really wanted to go over and take a look, but he stopped again, he was a zombie now, and if he appeared in front of them, he would only be rewarded with a peanut.

The zombies on the ground suddenly became crazy, and although they were missing arms and legs, they still couldn't resist the temptation of food.

Claude still hasn't figured out what these zombies use to observe, what to use to distinguish which foods are edible and which are not. He discovers that even though he is now a zombie himself, it seems that he doesn't know anything about this creature.

Bang! Another gunshot rang out.

This time, the sound is closer.

Claude ducked closer to the nearby shop, looking through the broken window at a figure emerging from the rubble.

A slightly chubby man with glasses, a big climber on his back, was carefully moving along the roof of the house, holding a silver-white pistol in his hand.

The iconic athletic uniform was stained with blood, and this dress already stated his identity, that he was a student of this school, and besides, this guy Claude felt familiar no matter how he looked at it, and he seemed to have seen him.

At this time, the little fat man was babbling and scolding in his mouth, while crawling on the roof of the house that was only two stories high. This is the commercial area outside the school, and most of it is a few shops and small restaurants selling stationery. In the past, they often ran out to eat something delicious, and although the food in these small restaurants was not good, it was much better than the big pot of rice in the school cafeteria.

When the disaster broke out, the little fat man happened to be jogging in the playground in the morning, in order to lose weight, this guy got up earlier than anyone else every day, got up every day to run and exercise, although he didn't succeed in losing weight for half a year, but his endurance was exercised. What's more, every morning for a run, he could see the goddess with her pale yellow hair.

The little fat man has some low self-esteem, is not tall, slightly chubby, and has not too good-looking facial features, which makes him not pay attention to his classmates. Gradually, he became estranged from other people and became less good at talking, but he always had a heart that did not give up, and for this perseverance, he survived with super endurance and tenacity when the end times broke out.

Now they've all turned into monsters, into man-eating monsters, it's scary, but so what? Even before the end of the world, the little fat man ate alone, read a book alone, and talked to himself while watching the crowd on the playground alone.

He didn't have any friends, no, I should say there's another one, the half-race girl with yolk hair.

The little fat man was tired of crawling, and sat on the roof of the house to look at the zombies on the street who had become crazy because of his appearance, and he looked at them expressionlessly, watching them drag a bloody mark on the ground with their broken bodies.

"Hehe, ha, hahaha" The little fat man helped his eyes, and he saw a person, the big center of the school basketball team, the guy who had bullied him several times and slapped him.

"Hahaha!" Looking at the appearance of the big man downstairs now, the little fat man let out a gloating laugh, and gradually, this laughter became crazy and unscrupulous.

"Haha, Liu Qiang, haha, did you hear that? Come here! Hurry up, as long as you climb faster, I'll have something delicious for you. The little fat man looked hideous, stretched out his arm wrapped in gauze to the eaves on the second floor, and stretched out his hand to lure the big zombie.

This big man who used to be called Liu Qiang is still complete now, but half of his body is missing, from Claude's angle, he can even see that the remaining internal organs tremble with the movement of his body, and his intestines are trampled under his feet, and every step is a stumble. However, lured by the food, the big man still roared towards the house where the little fat man was.

Claude looked at these zombies with some sadness, although they no longer had stomachs, they still wanted to fill their stomachs with humans.

Under the lure of the little fat man, dozens of zombies have surrounded them, they stretched out their arms, held their heads high, and had long mouths, roaring at the food in front of them, saliva flowed out of their mouths uncontrollably, mixed with blood clots and wetting the entire ground.

The zombie named Liu Qiang stood very bright inside, he was very tall, estimated to be close to more than two meters, but he still couldn't reach the little fat man on the roof when he stretched out his hand.

"Haha, you come up! Aren't you amazing? Don't you like to bully me? Don't you like to snatch other people's pocket money? Here you go, come..."

The little fat man was lying on the roof and laughing wildly, he deliberately stretched out his arms and waved downward, and under his movements, the zombies roared even more wildly.

Bah! The more the little fat man spoke, the more angry he felt, and the scene of being bullied before resurfaced in front of him, he opened his mouth and scolded, and then he felt that it was not enjoyable, and began to spit down.

Hey, hey, hey! Looking at the zombies who were seduced by his own saliva, the little fat man smiled even more proudly, stood up, unbuttoned his pants, took out a small bird, and began to open the gate to release water at the zombies below, and deliberately poured it on the head of the big zombie.

"Hahahaha!" The little fat man was about to laugh angrily, and he crossed his waist and looked down at the zombies below, laughing even more wildly.

"Didn't you say that people like me have no success in their lives? Haha, what's going on now, I've become an evolutionary, and you're a bunch of abandoned trash, scum, ****...

The little fat man laughed enough, and he felt bored, sat down and looked at the crazy zombie blankly, took out a pistol in his right hand, and aimed at the most obvious big man on the ground, bang!

Under the impact of the bullet, the big man's head immediately shattered, and the other zombies who were sprayed with the zombie's brains and blood did not feel any threat, they still stretched out their hands desperately trying to catch the delicious food upstairs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! The little fat man shot continuously, and one by one the zombies were knocked to the ground.

The little fat man's marksmanship is not very good, and many times it takes a standard half a day to hit the head of the zombie, but gradually Claude noticed that something was wrong.

How many bullets does that pistol have?

Claude squinted his eyes and looked at the silver pistol that the little fat man was holding upstairs, it was a revolver, and the little fat man's one was even bigger than the police pistol he had gotten from the zombie policeman.

A student, how can there be such a pistol, and more importantly, this pistol has unlimited ammunition?