Chapter 6 Sudden Enlightenment

Claude did not leave, he continued to look for weapons on the cargo shelves, if these zombies blocked the door, although he could not catch the little girl, but after a long time, she would starve to death.

Probably because there were only two women, there weren't many tools to be found, just a hammer and a pair of pliers.

It seems that it is used to disassemble the wooden rack packaging of goods, Claude picked up the hammer and weighed it, it was a little small, and it was too light, he didn't think this thing could cause much damage to those zombies.

All wire, a mop, Claude is very similar to making a spear out of this mop rod, but looking at this mop rod made of plastic, it is obvious that this thing can't withstand too much force.

Claude looked at the zombies staggering through a pile of cardboard boxes, the guys had broken through the staircase, and Claude kicked a zombie that staggered to its feet, and the wire began to work.

Throwing a few nails into the wall, wrapping the wire around it, and tethering the handrail of the staircase on the other side, a simple tripping rope did it, and Claude watched as a zombie staggered on the horse, staggering on the ground, and then tripped over the wire, and then slid down the stairs.

Sure enough, IQ is a hard injury. Claude sighed, turned around and thought of other ways again, this kind of thing can only be blocked by luck for a while, obviously the zombies downstairs are getting more and more, and they can't stop them after a long time.

Constantly turning the shelves upside down, and then dragging them to the top of the staircase, is a simple obstacle, but there are too few tools to make anything powerful.

A water spray gun, this is another thing that Claude turned over, what's the use of that?

Wait, Claude pulled out a small suitcase from a corner, on which was written a large "Lee" in black gel pen.

What is this, after opening it, Claude found that there were many things in it, including photographs, frames, and some paper.

Oh, a marriage certificate, Claude opened it, but found that there was nothing in it, and sure enough, the next thing explained the reason, a divorce certificate.

A beautiful woman, and a handsome man. It looks like a good match, but it is obvious that this family has not been maintained.

Inside were small things, all of which were men's belongings, a razor, pens, tie clips, brooches, and a pair of rings.

It seems that although she is divorced, this woman still packs up his ex-husband's things, maybe in the dead of night, this woman will also take out things and remember them one by one.

Claude didn't bother to look any further, there was a lot of stuff in it, but there was obviously nothing that could be used as a weapon.

A pack of cigarettes, half opened, a lighter, zipped, with a limited edition of Konstantin on it, Claude thought this thing was still good, opened it but couldn't ignite it, looked for it again, found an unopened bottle of engine oil, added it, lit a cigarette, and quietly watched the zombies downstairs staggering in the cargo in the slight smoke.

Maybe he doesn't have to worry, it won't be long before these guys will leave here, and as a fellow of his kind, Claude doesn't feel that he will be in any danger.

I can't feel the smell of tobacco, and it looks like this pack of cigarettes has been sitting for a long time, and the cigarette paper is already a little moldy, presumably something left by the ex-husband.

Even this little thing has been put away, it seems that this woman really has deep feelings for that man. Claude took a drag on his cigarette and thought, wondering how the man was doing? Could it be like these zombies, wandering around somewhere?

Thinking of this, Claude suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and he remembered someone.

That ex-girlfriend, the two have been dating for 6 years, but they have been hovering on the verge of marriage for 6 years, and I don't know how she is now.

Thinking of this, Claude immediately stood up like an electric shock, broken!

He patted his head angrily and slapped himself hard, this time it hit so hard that even his now zombie-like body felt a numbness coming from his face.

It's just that he didn't want to care about these things now, and he suddenly thought of someone who should have thought of him a long time ago, that sister of his, Christine Anna

The sister who broke into his life when he was 12 years old, the mixed-race girl who joined the family with her mother, the younger sister who is now in her third year of high school.

Damn it! Claude roared inwardly, waving his arms in the air, how could he forget her, why did he only remember it now?

Sitting down, Claude already had the worst thought, in a crowded place like the school, his sister was probably infected.

When he was young, he was still happy for the arrival of this sister, but later he found out that his father cared about her far more than he cared for himself, so he began to bully his sister.

However, apparently he underestimated this little girl who was 4 years younger than himself, and during a quarrel, he was beaten up by this little girl.

Yes, I was really beaten hard, this sister is so good, a ten-year-old girl has so much strength, and more importantly, how can she have so much courage?

Thinking of his sister, Claude couldn't help but sigh, his feelings for this sister were too complicated.

After that conflict, Claude began to estranged himself from his family, and it was not until he was eighteen years old that he suddenly had another memory hidden deep in his mind, and he began to change his attitude towards the family.

It was a memory of more than 20 years, a different slice of life living on the same land, in that world, Claude had another name, another life, in that world, his own experience was very sad, there was no illustrious family, no rich parents, only a hand that was constantly working hard, struggling on the edge of life.

Since then, Claude has begun to cherish the hard-won family in this life, and only then does he feel that this rich life is so difficult. Since then, he has never collided with his parents, never bullied his sister again, he began to study seriously and work hard, in order to be able to repay this hard-won rebirth.

Who would have thought that the end would come so suddenly, and at this moment, everything would be different.

You have to deal with these zombies, then go to school, find your sister, and find her even if she becomes a zombie!

Claude made up his mind, found the zip oil, opened the water gun, added the flammable gasoline to it, and glued the lighter to the muzzle of the water gun. Bite! With a crackle of metal, the lighter was ignited.

Claude walked to the top of the stairs, looked at the zombies that had climbed up again, and fired his water spray gun at them.

The water gun spewed out the gasoline inside, and then it was ignited by the flames of the lighter, and a burning line of fire formed a beautiful parabola in the air, and then fell on the zombies in the corridor.

Yes! The roars kept coming, it seemed that these zombies were very afraid of flames, and they didn't know what the structure of their bodies was, and as soon as they came into contact with the flames, their whole bodies began to burn rapidly.

Claude continued to add fuel to the fire, and immediately the fire became more ferocious, and the flames began to spread among the zombies, and soon the entire storefront on the first floor was enveloped.

The flames quickly strung together, and Claude watched his hair curl up in the heat, he immediately put down the water gun, took down the zip lighter, and then ran to the security door on the third floor, patted the door, and a white face appeared at the observation port again.

I don't know what decision the little girl made, but when she saw that it was Claude, she opened the door without any further hesitation.

Claude hadn't expected the little girl to open the door so quickly, and he thought about climbing outside through the small window at the staircase, and then finding a way to climb in from the upper floor, which saved him trouble.

"Let's go!" Claude opened his mouth, and he suddenly realized that he was able to speak.

Although his voice was stiff, he just wanted to tell the little girl to get out of here, but he didn't expect to be able to spit out a word.

In front of Claude's eyes, a number emerged: 36/100.