Chapter 14: The Torture and Killing Plan

Claude returned to the house, now wondering how he could kill the fat man.

Murder, Claude never thought he would think of killing, but now the thought kept swirling in his mind, tempting him like a devil and pushing him down the moral precipice.

Die, he must die!

Anna is dead, and you're still going to use her corpse as a slave!

Claude couldn't imagine what this perverted fat man had done to Anna and why his own sister had turned into a pistol.

Claude tried not to think about him, but the more he didn't think about it, the more the terrible thought lingered in his mind.

One terrible image after another appeared in front of Claude, a dead fat man smirked and pounced on Anna's body, controlling Anna's body with a disgusting spell, in Anna's heart, a lonely soul was curled up in a dark corner, helpless and now waiting for her to rescue.

As if to convince himself, Claude subconsciously regarded himself as a messenger of justice, and the perverted fat man was incarnated as a demon reviled by the world.

Yes, he is a demon, he didn't hesitate to shoot himself just now, this guy may have already had human blood on his hands.

Yes, I'm punishing him, killing him will save my sister.

Claude, who had made up his mind, calmed himself down and began to plan how he could kill the perverted fat man.

He has a gun in his hand, this is a weapon that can easily kill himself, he must not rush forward so recklessly, the encounter just now has taught himself a lesson, if it weren't for the fat man thinking that he was a human, that shot would definitely not be in the direction of the heart, but his own head.

His advantage is that he has weapons and is ruthless, so what is his advantage?

Claude thought about it, he was hiding in the shadows now, and besides, he was a zombie.

Yes, he's a zombie, and his own kind is now all over the streets.

Thinking of this, Claude stood up decisively, he wanted to lure these zombies over, he wanted to use the power of these same kind to eat this fat man alive, anyway, Anna had become a zombie.

Claude quietly walked out of the room, and then he pulled the teenage zombie up on the stairs, grabbed the boy's body in a dissatisfied roar, and pulled him to the door of the hotel.

However, the effect was not very good, and the other zombies were not very interested in this corpse, as if they had not seen the human flesh in front of them at all.

Except for the zombie girl who kept gnawing, only a few other zombies staggered over.

Why? Isn't it bloody food that stimulates them? Claude couldn't help but think of his own zombie experiment, what is it that attracts these zombies? Or is there a difference between these zombies themselves.

There are only four zombies attracted by the corpses, and these zombies all have a characteristic, that is, they move relatively quickly, and some can even barely trot up.

Claude didn't have time to think about the subtle differences between the zombies, just as he didn't understand why he was able to keep his sanity.

Living things must be found, that's one of the conclusions that Claude has reached.

But here, where to find living creatures?

Squeak, squeak, roar!

Attracted by the smell of blood, a rat sneaked out of a dark corner, which attracted the attention of the zombies, but they were too slow to catch the nimble little thing.

yes, that's it. Claude's eyes lit up, this rat was a very good creature, and Claude had never liked this filthy life so much as he did now.

Rats, this became a problem, there were a lot of them, at least in that dark corner, Claude found a lot of rat droppings, which shows that there are a lot of these guys here.

However, such little things are very cautious and fast, and it is very difficult to catch them.

Bait, food, that's a key thing that comes to Claude's mind.

Where is the most food? It's definitely a cafeteria. Claude walked out of the small hotel, carefully hiding his figure in the darkness and groping his way to the restaurant next to him.

Shattered glass and chaotic scenes became a common thing, and in the moment of the outbreak of the end times, no one was able to stay calm and avoid some obstacles, ignoring the fact that these tables and chairs were already chaotic and stumbling in the flight, fighting, and struggling.

A sliding glass door appeared in front of Claude's eyes, and inside was the kitchen, and Claude thought that there must be a lot of rats in it.

Gently open the glass door, what appears in front of you is a messy kitchen, there is not a small space here, after all, it is a restaurant kitchen, and the chef alone can only be busy with at least two or three people.

The kitchen knife and all the weapons that could be used were gone, and it looked like the panicked survivors had taken the weapons here, and two zombies in greasy chef suits fell to the ground with a kitchen knife stuck in their heads, and several knives stuck in their bodies, which seemed to have been killed by the surviving humans.

The food had rotted a bit, and looking at the rummaged drawers, someone should have taken the food first, but luckily Claude didn't need these things, he needed these rats crawling around on the floor.

Closing the glass door, Claude pounced on the rats on the ground.

Bang! Claude was lying on the ground, and before he was about to catch the mouse, the cunning little creature had already sprang aside, rolled on the greasy floor, and plunged headlong into a small hole in the wall.

Just to find your rat nest, Claude stood up and looked for the tools he could use, although there were not many things, he still found two iron spoons, and the other tools that could be used had been searched by humans, except for two kitchen knives stuck in the zombies.

Holding the handle of the knife hard, Claude stretched out a foot and stepped on the zombie's head, and pulled out the kitchen knife stuck in the head with force.

The human skull is very strong, and it is generally very difficult to cut off the head, just like this zombie, although this kitchen knife is not very deep, it is still firmly bitten by the bone, and it takes a lot of effort to pull it out.

Bang! Bang! Claude used these tools to dig hard into the small hole in the corner, which was not very strong, and after a few digs, the red bricks were exposed.

It's not a load-bearing wall, if it's a load-bearing wall, these rats don't have the ability to make holes in it. After Claude dug for a while, a small hole that curved downward appeared in front of him.

It is said that there are three holes in the cunning rabbit, and it seems that this mouse also knows to leave a back door. Claude didn't have time to sigh at the survival wisdom of this little thing, so he stretched out his hand and groped in it with difficulty.

There was something, Claude grabbed it and pulled it out, holding a litter of five or six little mice, these guys had not yet opened their eyes, and each one had not much hair on his body, only the size of a thumb in his hand and struggled incessantly.

Slipping his hand into a bag, Claude put his hand in again, and this time pulled out quite a few, and it seemed that these rats were really alive.

Reaching out again, this time grabbing two large ones, one with its mouth still open, bit Claude's finger as if in the aftermath of life.

After digging for a while, Claude found no rats other than his hands full of cotton paper shells.

In the same way, Claude dug up rats one by one in the street of the restaurant, and he never imagined that one day he would do such a thing.

I remember in my previous life, when I was young, I liked to dig out rat nests, and I also liked to climb trees and touch bird eggs, but I didn't expect that after two lifetimes, my ability to play could still be put to use.

Carrying a bag of rats, and then tying them upside down with a rope one by one, slashing the stomach of a mouse with a knife, so that the bright red blood slowly flowed out, and then Claude stood on the street, ran to the zombies, and began to lure them up with the rats.

Claude had carefully observed the layout of the street, which was a T-junction, and the small hotel was located at the intersection of the T-junction, and from the window of the room he could see a straight street, but he could never see the alley behind.

Claude slowly gathered the zombies in the alley, and the number of them increased to 40.

Claude deliberately picked it, these zombies were not injured, their bodies were still intact, and there were 5 of them that could run, and they knew that they were like Claude roaring, and they knew that they were snatching the food in his hands, and they seemed to be a little intelligent.

Claude led these zombies into the back door of the small hotel, and the zombie who stayed at the front door also saw the mouse in Claude's hand, and they crowded and walked in again.

The girl zombie who was holding the boy's corpse and gnawing on it also reflected and rushed over quickly, and suddenly the force almost threw Claude to the ground.

The speed was so fast, and Claude didn't expect that the girl's speed would become faster, and it seemed to be smarter.

There was no time to think about it, so Claude ran up to the third floor with a bag of mice, and hung the bag above the door where the little fat man was, and then he quickly went to the next room, opened the window and waited, already holding the cross-gun that was placed downstairs in his hand.

Claude was more than half sure that the fat man would choose to escape here. There is a small balcony in the window here, as long as you step on this balcony, you can smoothly walk to the roof of the corner of the street, it is estimated that it is because of the discovery of such a point that this dead fat man will choose to live here.

At the same time, the fat man was falling asleep with a pistol, and several ropes made of strips of cloth hung around him, and if anyone touched it, the wine bottle hanging on the side would fall, and at the same time, he would pull the fat man's fingers, believing that such a movement would definitely wake him up from his sleep.

This guy is really a very good way to survive, otherwise he wouldn't have survived the end times.

Claude tightened the spear in his hand, listening to the louder and louder zombie voices, Claude had already determined that this fat man would never see the sun tomorrow.