Chapter 8: The Siege

"Uh, it hurts...... It hurts to death! ”

Zhou Yulong rolled over, ready to rub his head, which was still a little painful, but suddenly felt that the whole person was hanging in the air and fell low. Frightened, he felt like he was grabbing the guardrail next to him, and then he slowly opened his eyes. At this sight, he gasped.

I saw that he was now half-lying at the break of the stairs from the fifth floor to the fourth floor, and if he hadn't temporarily grabbed the guardrail, he would have turned over and fallen downstairs because of this. Downstairs was a large group of zombies under black pressure, roaring, wandering and refusing to leave, constantly reaching out to try to grab Zhou Yulong above them. And less than two meters away from him, there were also a large number of zombies constantly pushing and stretching out their hands to him, and there were constantly zombies squeezing to the edge of the broken ladder and falling down, and then standing up again in the sea of corpses and climbing up. The stench of rotting corpses surrounded him, and he wanted to vomit. If it weren't for the fact that he had killed too many zombies last night, the rancid smell on his body had almost made his nose fail, and he would have vomited a lot before a drop of water had been in for a long time.

He stood up silently, not looking at the zombies not far from him. Now that he is safe for the time being, ordinary zombies are not capable of crossing the gap of more than two meters, and he is exhausted, hungry and cold. He didn't want anything now, he just wanted to go back to the warm bedroom, have a good meal, and get some sleep. However, in order to prevent zombies from crawling over, he still firmly tied the iron door at the entrance of the fifth floor. In this way, if it is only one or two zombies, it is difficult to destroy the door, and if a zombie comes in, he can also reflect it in time and find a way to escape.

Back in the bedroom, he took out the last packets of instant noodles, which were the only packets he had left, because there were no dishes in the house to accompany the meal except for rice and a little chili pepper, so the last packets of noodles became the treasures he carefully treasured. This escape made him too hard and tired, and he decided to eat all the remaining packets of noodles to treat himself. Zhou Yulong used the gas stove to burn drinking water while thinking about the abnormal state that occurred in his body before he fell unconscious. If it weren't for the staircase that broke more than two meters and the zombies that turned into meat sauce, he would have thought that this scene was a hallucination caused by his severe headache.

"What's that final blast of air? Why did my right arm suddenly become so thick then? Zhou Yulong said to himself. Then he raised his right arm and took a closer look. The right arm is still the same as before, the skin is a little white, and there is only a little muscle bulging after more than a month of desperate exercise. How can there be a trace of the Terminator? But what happened before the coma was so real. He shuddered suddenly: "Brother, I'm not mutated, right?" "Although he can accept that he has been transformed by the blue liquid and his physical fitness has become extra strengthened, he does not want to show that he is out of the realm of human beings. He always believed in his heart that one day the great people's army would sweep through these zombies with sharp weapons to save them as survivors. If you mutate yourself, you will definitely be caught, and even if it is not a shooting, you will be imprisoned for life, and you will be used as an experiment to be studied. Thinking about it, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and he felt that it was better to observe it carefully. But no matter how much he thought about it, no matter how hard he tried, his arms were still like that, and there were no other changes. I just think it's a little more powerful, but there is no mutation at all, at least it doesn't look like it looks like it is on the surface. That's when he let out a long breath.

"It's okay, it's okay! Brother, I'm still 100% pure...... The ...... of human subjects," he smiled self-deprecatingly. Although the mutation of the arm saved his life at the most critical moment, he still hoped that this mutation would not happen again, after all, he always wished that he was a human, not a zombie or some kind of mutant race. I used to watch movies and novels and always think how cool and handsome those pigs' feet were to get this and that mutation ability. But when it came to the end, I realized that I still wanted to be the most ordinary person, not to be vigorous, but to be safe. This is also the deepest desire of an otaku's heart.

After eating the last seven packs of instant noodles and drinking a few mouthfuls of hot soup, Zhou Yulong patted his slightly bulging belly, let out a groan of satisfaction, walked into the bedroom, and collapsed on the bed. Smelling the strong smell of corpses, listening to the sound of the zombies downstairs constantly roaring, I fell asleep deeply...... I don't know how long it took for Zhou Yulong to slowly wake up, and at this time, the zombies downstairs were still roaring, and he was used to it. For him, as long as it doesn't threaten his life, no matter how much you roar, no matter how bad you stink brother, I can hold back...... Opening the bedroom door, he drank a glass of water and walked downstairs. At the staircase on the fifth floor, the smell of zombies was even stronger. Even if he had been put to the test, he felt a little sick to his stomach at the smell of the rotting of thousands of dead rats. Looking at the zombies not far away, as if they had decided that there was delicious food here, more than a day had passed, and they still refused to disperse. Still climbing up, squeezing, and falling down the fourth floor. Watching the zombies doing these useless tasks repeatedly, Zhou Yulong smiled happily. Then go ahead and pick up the hammer and start preparing to start work. Although the two-meter break was already relatively safe, he was not afraid of 10,000 in case, so he decided to continue to widen the fracture. He swung his hammer and smashed it down. "Bang!" With a crisp sound, the originally sturdy staircase was easily smashed open a big gap, although it has not been completely broken, but it is estimated that it will be OK with just a few more strokes. Zhou Yulong was a little dumbfounded and looked at the huge gap, he couldn't believe that he had done it. A day ago, he had fought hard to break through a flight of stairs. It took so much time for the tiger's mouth to crack before a small crack was knocked out of the stairs, if it weren't for the last time when his body changed and broke out, he would have become a zombie's meal by now. And now it is easy to knock out such a big hole in the stairs. He knew that it wasn't the stairs that became brittle, but that he had become stronger after the mutation. He waved the hammer in his hand excitedly, because the strengthening of his physical fitness meant that his chances of survival in this dangerous apocalypse would become greater.

Looking at the hordes of zombies downstairs, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Although these zombies are not something he can kill now. But as long as he gets stronger, the chances of escaping from these zombies will also be much greater. Zhou Yulong cheered up and continued to start the demolition activities. He swung his hammer vigorously, and with each blow it brought down a huge staircase fragment, smashing the zombies downstairs one after another. In less than five minutes, the original two-meter-long fracture was expanded to five meters by him, and with the inclined design of the stairs, it was impossible for zombies to jump even if they could now. For now, he's safe!

Zhou Yulong looked at the stairs that had been made, hummed a small tune and walked to the rooftop with a hammer, he still didn't know what the situation was outside. As a result, as soon as he got on the rooftop, he didn't need to open the binoculars, and everything in front of him made him feel particularly powerless and depressed...... "It can't be that the zombies in the whole street are coming......

Zhou Yulong groaned weakly, looking at the endless sea of corpses downstairs, listening to their roars in unison, he suddenly felt a little painful.