August 1:

I slaughtered my neighbors, and I myself am still alive.

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The belly of a zombie, an instant of time. It was like a leaky balloon, and it deflated.

The filth that flowed out of the broken stomach splashed Yang Wuyi, who was close at hand.

Falling on the black military boots, it is not visible. Although it was like there were some more water stains, it fell on the armor made of bamboo mats, and it was full of black bit by bit. These were all splashed onto Yang Wuyi from the ground.

At the same time, the room was instantly filled with a fishy and disgusting smell.

Helmet, not tight enough. Although it may protect against a little damage, but the smell. But it was pervasive, and Yang Wuyi's throat surged. I was so tormented by the sight and smell that I almost threw it up.

Fortunately, I endured it. But he couldn't help but close his mouth and nose.

Only the eyes, just standing up at the picture in front of them.

The zombies are not dead yet, and Yang Wuyi's business is not finished yet.

Where did he dare to let his former neighbors out of his sight?

There was a puddle of black water on the ground, mixed with a mixture that had lost its color. Abnormally disgusting-looking minced meat. Those were all swallowed by the zombies before, and some of the minced meat was still wrapped in bones, not big. However, it may be that the loss is not completely chewed. That's it, I don't know where it got such sharp teeth.

The black water was originally bright red blood.

Despite the broken stomach, the zombie is fine. Except for falling to the ground because of the loss of the center of gravity, it seems. Still full of energy.

With his hands on the ground, he dragged himself through the puddle of filth. It doesn't care at all, these things. But it came out of his stomach a moment ago. As he moved forward, some of the contents of the abdominal organs that had to flow out due to the rupture of the stomach fell directly to the ground due to friction. Out of the body!

For example, in that section, the intestines have long lost their vitality.

Yang Wuyi let out a sound and couldn't hold back any longer. Retching! However, in two or three days. I didn't have anything to eat, I just drank some of the water that was left. How could Yang Wuyi vomit out? Although I felt like my kidneys were going to be vomited out, the corners of my mouth. There were still only some bluish water stains. Or rather, gastric juice.

Hide your face and step back, maybe a little farther away. I can make myself feel better! However, the hands that were already stained with filth were wiped on the mask and it was pitch black. The black liquid, gathered into black droplets, came from front of the eyes. Slowly sliding downwards, eventually dripping onto the armor.

The zombies haven't given up yet, even though they can't stand up. However, all he had in his head was flesh and blood.

Yang Wuyi is backward, and he is forward. Yang Wuyi changed direction, and he turned around.

Occasionally, there was a roar in his throat. But because there was no abdominal vibration, the sound sounded unusually uncomfortable.

No one knows what it is so obsessed with. Even my stomach is broken, I'm afraid I can swallow something. It's just going to flow out.

Hiding from the zombies and retching for a while, Yang Wuyi finally felt a little better in his stomach. It's good because I don't want to vomit anymore. However, the stomach itself, which does not have a little something, after this toss. Instead, it was made to be colic.

Yang Wuyi had long forgotten what he had to do. If I hadn't seen the flashing indicator light of the camera, I'm afraid for a while. Can't remember it yet.

Thinking of the camera's small amount of power, Yang Wuyi could only take the initiative to walk to the zombie again.

Looking at the hideous face, the teeth chattered. Kicking away the hand that was stretched out to grab him, the kitchen knife slashed at the zombie's head.

One knife, one knife after another. Splashes of minced meat and juice everywhere. The mask, because of the proximity, has been completely covered with splashes, making it impossible to see the scene in front of you.

Until, I felt that the wrist that was grabbing my ankle had completely lost its strength. Or even detached.

Yang Wuyi wiped a mask and went into the room.

This is the bedroom, and the door was originally closed.

Taking off the helmet and holding it in his hand, Yang Wuyi leaned against the wall and couldn't help but gasp for air.

Although they were in the same room, the door to the bedroom was closed after all. Although the smell is the same, it is much lighter after all. Compared to the outside, there is no picture that cannot be caught in the eye. The air is much fresher, too!

Looking down at the filthy helmet in his hand, Yang Wuyi couldn't help but throw it out. Look at the body again, it's not much better. Armor, knee pads, military boots. It's all taken off. And the helmet was thrown into a heap!

Finally, the yellow rubber gloves were taken off.

Yang Wuyi's body slowly slipped down, and finally sat on the floor. A little dazed!

Sometimes, sit down. You don't have to think, just like Yang Wuyi. Sit long enough to be in the head. Not even a complete thought. Some of them were a little resistant, but they remembered the camera. Yang Wuyi still stood up, hesitated, picked up the futon on the bed, covered his mouth and nose, and walked out.

I didn't dare to look at the former neighbors who had no life at all, and the yellow and white brains mixed with filth flowed all over the place.

Yang Wuyi covered the futon in his hand.

It's a feeling to know that there's under the leaves in front of you.

in front of me, another feeling.

Although it was disgusting, the scene in front of me was as good as it was.

The futon is spacious, but it doesn't cover all the things that are in front of you.

Yang Wuyi originally wanted to repeat his old tricks, but when he thought about it. To adapt to this apocalyptic world earlier, I still had to endure and take a look.

People can only adapt to the environment, and the environment cannot adapt to people.

Yang Wuyi felt that if he was lucky not to die in the future. Or turn into a zombie. I'm afraid I have to see this scene often.

It's better to get used to it early.

Hurriedly came to the camera and held the camera on the stand in his hand. The battery level on it has been displayed in the warning grid. I didn't dare to slack off, so I hurriedly fast-forwarded and browsed the things I was shooting.

Fortunately, except for the picture of retreating because of nausea. Most of them were filmed, even the scene where the kitchen knife was brandished on the zombie's head at the end. It is also clearly visible.

Yang Wuyi couldn't help but relive the scene just now. Before he was the first to see, now. It's the onlooker's perspective!

I did it myself, but I looked at it from the perspective of a bystander. The whole person is also vaguely uncomfortable.

Despite this video, there are no lights. There are no angles, not even close-ups.

Duration, 12 minutes and 56 seconds.

The main topic is only more than eight minutes, and the rest is all the time that Yang Wuyi delayed.

Coupled with the footage recorded by Yang Wuyi before, it is a little more than thirteen minutes.

Raise your wrist and press it casually on your watch. A light curtain catapulted in front of his eyes.

This light curtain, Yang Wuyi is not the first time to see it. But now, there was still a moment of silence.

On the light curtain, the highest line of small letters reads 00463.

Standing in mid-air, I don't know how to click.

Yang Wuyi did what was explained on the watch. The rest is only time to confirm the authenticity.

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