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Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground panting violently, one foot stretched forward and the other bent upward. The 1.6-meter-long iron gun leaned against his feet, and the triangular head of the gun was upside down towards the security door, which was stained with ancient black and smelly blood. Seventy percent of the new green security iron door opened a 10 cm long slit outside, and he sat on the ground and could see several corpses lying quietly on the ground outside the door.

They were human 20 days ago, and now they're zombies lying outside the door, 'I'll kill them!' He didn't have the fear that came after killing. There is only the excitement that follows the victory.

"I did it," Mr. Zhang said to himself.

"I was able to live and I will continue to live."

After sitting for five or six minutes and resting, Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the iron gun and stood up. Untie the fine hemp rope on the doorknob and push the door outward, and the zombie corpses outside the door block the door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the body out with an iron gun before walking outside the door. He observed that there were seven corpses lying in the corridor outside the door, and he could barely find the place to put his feet, the zombies he had killed five days ago fell on his feet with their backs up, and their entire heads were scattered everywhere by his hammer, black bloodstains, and yellowed brains.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to look at it anymore, for fear that he would vomit after one more look.

Standing on the pile of corpses, he was horrified, and the smell of corpses was so strong that even the scarf sprinkled with flower water could not resist.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found the pot lid shield that he left five days ago, and he always had more confidence in his heart when he got it in his hand, although he couldn't prevent knives and guns, as long as he could block the claws of zombies.

The iron door to the door was open, and there was no light in the room, which made him feel a little cold. He cautiously walked into the living room opposite, the white floor reflected his dim reflection in the dark light, giving him a bone-chilling coldness in his body.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found the power switch in the living room and turned on the ceiling light in the living room. He felt more comfortable in the light.

His target is the kitchen, and he doesn't dare to go to the other bedrooms, in case he encounters a zombie and gets scratched, it will be a big loss.

Carefully close to the kitchen, looking for things in other people's homes is always a little uncomfortable, I have never done burglary in the first half of my life, and I have made Zhang Xiaoqiang a thief when I come to the end of the world.

Slowly approach the kitchen without making a sound from your feet.

“……”

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard that something was scratching the kitchen door, and his heart tightened, he was really afraid of something! Couldn't God let him live in peace?

“kao”。

Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, stiffened the lid of the pot to protect the front of him, held the gun body with the three fingers of his right hand, held the doorknob with his thumb and index finger, and gently turned and pulled it violently.

A black shadow swerved from the kitchen. Zhang Xiaoqiang held a shield in his left hand to block in front of him, raised an iron spear with his right hand and pointed at the black shadow, attacking at any time.

After a closer look, it turned out to be a neighbor's fat cat, and the fat cat with mottled coat glanced at him and ran out the door.

The cat scared his heart to the pound.

"It's better to meet a cat than a zombie". Zhang Xiaoqiang walked into the kitchen with self-explanatory relief, no one cleaned the kitchen for 20 days, and the imitation mahogany table in the kitchen fell with a thin layer of dust, and only a few cat's paw prints like plum blossoms were scattered on the table.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the refrigerator, the vegetables in it were a little long and not very fresh, he didn't dislike it and put it in his pocket, the vegetables and eggs on the upper layer and the frozen fish and pork on the lower layer were swept away by him, and he successively found half a bucket of rice, a vat of pickles, a bag of sugar and some other seasonings in the kitchen, Zhang Xiaoqiang moved home twice before sweeping the kitchen.

Looking at the food in the living room, he always felt that something was missing, and remembered that there was a cigarette and alcohol cabinet in the corner next to the TV in the living room opposite the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly moved all the cigarettes and alcohol back.

Looking at the corpse outside the door, it stinks too much to have to find a way to throw it away. Zhang Xiaoqiang went out to look around for the place where the body was thrown, and saw that there were still more than 30 Chinese cabbages growing in the small vegetable garden in the center of the platform, and now he could ask for it at any time.

"Hey! This damn virus, this damn world. ”

After the end of the day, he always sighed a lot.

Cabbage won't run away with long legs, he doesn't care about it for now, go to the staircase of the platform to see what happened to the zombies he kicked downstairs, and he is always very careful when he goes out after being attacked by the zombies of the opposite door. Slowly walked to the staircase and looked down, there was a zombie with a broken leg crawling on the ground on the steps downstairs, and the clothes on his body were worn into a rag-sized pudding hanging on his body. It suddenly smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's scent and crawled towards him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang squatted on the platform and watched it slowly climb up from the bottom, smelling the fresh human smell, its big mouth full of fangs opened excitedly, and its claws made marks on the cement steps.

A triangular spear head stabbed into its brain from the bridge of its nose, and the spear head turned from left to right and pulled out, and the zombie did not move, and black blood flowed out of a hole the size of a helicopter cup in its face.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is getting more and more accustomed to killing zombies, just like when he was a child, he squatted in the corner to kill ants, there was no excitement, no fear, only a look of indifference, he knew that he couldn't kill more than 6 billion zombies in the world, so he just had to kill those who threatened him.

There is a garden under the stairs, the climate in January has made the garden's plants a little more depressed, a few grape vines of more than 20 years old leaves are gone, the lawn has turned yellow, there are three pavilions made of prefabricated cement panels, for the elderly in the surrounding seven buildings to relax, there is usually a lot of popularity. Now there are more than thirty zombies wandering in the garden, the nearest one is more than forty meters away from him, seeing that it has not reacted so far, it makes him clear that the safe distance from zombies is at least forty meters.

There is a small store downstairs, which usually sells some tobacco, alcohol and non-staple food, as well as some rice and eggs, but now he doesn't dare to look for food, and has to pass through more than 30 zombies!

There is a garbage entrance on the platform on the second floor, from which the garbage of the two buildings is usually dumped, and Zhang Xiaoqiang threw seven corpses into it. I'm tired and sweating! It's finally solved, and he doesn't care about him on the stairs, anyway, it's far away from his door, and it doesn't stink him.

Seeing that the two houses on the opposite side of the platform were still open, he was a little hesitant, there must be zombies on the floors of the left and right units now, and every house has an anti-theft door, and he can't pry it open. Thinking of this, he made up his mind, and with his shield and iron spear in hand, he walked over there...... Zhang Xiaoqiang went home and locked the security door, and there was a pocket on one side of the door. A full backpack, a bulging snakeskin pocket, this is his harvest on the opposite side of the platform, he didn't meet zombies, thinking that the six he killed were all of them, Zhang Xiaoqiang happily dragged two big bags to the sofa to prepare to count today's harvest.