The office building where everyone is located is as high as fifty floors, from the outside it is a huge cuboid, very regular shape, except for pieces of dark blue glass, there is not too much decoration, of course, some glass is broken, and, because of the outbreak of the end of the world for various reasons, it looks dirtier than expected, and the glass looks already gray color.

Inside this office building, the stairs leading to the second floor have all been blown up, and the first floor and outside the building, within a radius of several kilometers, are full of zombies eager for flesh and blood, and a wave of dark red and black and brown intertwined will fill the streets that cross vertically.

Standing by the window and looking out, I felt nothing but despair, and all I felt was death.

At five o'clock in the morning, just after dawn, a scream tore apart the peace of the day and started a killing game!

On the seventeenth floor of the office building, in the northernmost part of the corridor, in the small bedroom of the president's office, a white man about 312 years old was lying on the bed, covering his left shoulder with his right hand and letting out a scream in his sleep!

"Ah...... Damn it! He was awake at that moment, and subconsciously looked at his shoulder, his eyes were full of bright red, it was blood, and the blood was still gushing, only to see that in the position of the shoulder, his entire arm had disappeared, and only the big wound on the broad shoulder was left, and the blood was dripping, and the blurred flesh and blood were mixed with the miserable white stubble, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Oh my God, how can this be, God ......" For a moment, he was a little frightened by this terrible sight on his body, and anyone who was awakened by pain in the morning and found that one of his arms was missing would probably look like this, he screamed wildly.

Suddenly!

A hand reached out from behind his back, covered his mouth, and jerked him off the bed!

The white man who was already in pain and covered with cold sweat had his eyes glaring in an instant, and he struggled desperately, but he hadn't eaten for nearly two days, and he had no strength at all, not to mention that he had lost an arm, and the pain almost drained his remaining strength, and he struggled very weakly, but he knew who the person behind him was!

The back of the hand covering his mouth and the arm that could be seen in the afterglow were black, which meant that it was a black man who grabbed him, and there were only sixteen people left in the building at this time, and there were four black people, and it was not immediately recognizable by the arms alone, but the white man's afterglow also saw the hair, black hair that had turned into braids, and landed on his shoulder.

Reginald, a very typical black name, never a white person has ever given this name, among Marlos's cronies, there is also a Reginald, now twenty-nine years old, mulatto, about 1.8 meters tall, well-proportioned, and his cheeks look very thin, he was responsible for taking care of the underground casino for Marlos before the end of the world, and he is one of the few of Marlos's cronies who likes to keep his hair, full of braids, his biggest hobby before the end of the world is to do hair, and it takes most of the day every time.

He covered the white man's mouth to prevent him from screaming, and quickly dragged him out of bed, where a chair was placed next to the bed, and he pressed the white man to the chair and punched him in the side of the face.

The white man who was covered with cold sweat was a little dazed by the beating, and he didn't even scream, and suddenly felt a rag in his mouth, and stuffed it very hard, he didn't react at all, and his entire mouth was filled with rags, so he didn't need to take it out with his hands, and he would definitely not be able to spit it out!

Unfortunately he had only one hand left, and it had been so tightly controlled, that Reginald pulled the rope out of his pocket at a quick time after quickly stuffing the rag into his mouth, and in the meantime he had his other hand pinned to the white man's intact arm, pressing him against the chair.

Taking out the rope and quickly tying the white man to the chair, Reginald walked to the front of the chair, in front of the white man, carrying a bloody arm.

In the dimly lit room, the sun that had just risen through the window cast a haze in the room, this was a very delicately decorated small bedroom, very petty bourgeoisie, but at this time, it was full of blood and horror.

Not far from the bed, on a solid wooden chair that did not match the room, a man with a broken arm wound was still bleeding on it, and a tall black man with a twisted head and braided hair stood in front of the chair with a bloody arm, smiling, and on the floor not far away, there was also a stainless steel basin containing red-hot charcoal, and a stir-fry shovel was placed on top of the charcoal, which was also burned red.

There are restaurants in top office buildings like this, and the restaurants are naturally equipped with kitchens, Tang Ji and the others found it on the day they came, but they didn't find anything to eat, it should be rotten and rotten, and some of the food that should have existed that could still be eaten, such as flour and potatoes and things that should be in the refrigerator, have disappeared, as if they have been moved, and it has been more than 20 days since the outbreak of the last days, and there may have been a few groups of people in this building, and it is not surprising that there is no food.

Stainless steel basins, charcoal, shovels and other things can be found in the kitchen of the restaurant.

"Ahem!"

The scorching smell of the charcoal fire mingled with the smell of blood, and the air filled the air, and Reginald coughed lightly twice, looked at the white man for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Dude...... Byron...... Looking at the way you looked, I think you've guessed what I'm going to do. Reginald smiled reluctantly, showing a mouthful of small white teeth, his voice was a little hoarse, his complexion was very bad, except for the two who disappeared early, almost everyone here had been without food for two days, not just Byron.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh......" Byron, who was sitting in his chair, looked frightened, shook his head constantly, and made a pleading nasal voice.

"I was forced." Reginald's expression was helpless, but there was no regret, he looked at Byron and paused: "I want to live, I have to eat, I think, God will forgive my sins, I'm sorry!" ”

After he finished speaking, he walked quickly to the brazier, and took out a shovel with a long handle from it, the head of the shovel was burned red, and people could feel the scorching heat, Reginald took the shovel and walked to Byron's side again, it was Byron's right side, looked down at Byron's wound, the other hand was raised, and his fingers hooked the rope tied to Byron's body, some parts of the rope were strangled on the wound, he pulled down, and then pressed the red-hot shovel head against the bloody wound.

"Wow!" There was a long sound, and the smell of barbecue filled the air.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Byron shook his body violently, his whole body instantly seemed to be soaked in cold sweat, the severe pain was stimulating his nerves, he made a painful nasal sound, trying to break free from the chair and rope to his restraints, but he couldn't, what he had difficulty doing when he had the strength was even more difficult to do now.

"So you should be able to live a little longer, at least without bleeding to death, a day? Or half a day, who knows! I'm not a doctor...... In other words, the doctor is really a smart man, at that time I didn't understand why he was hiding, but now I understand, he knows that there will be this day, and the boss's eyes have always been very accurate, but it's a pity! Reginald kept pressing the shovel with his hand, and as he spoke, he remembered Don Guy, shook his head slightly, and chattered a few words.

"Smack!" It was a very soft and strange sound, as if two things were being pulled apart, and Reginald quickly removed the shovel, and looked at the wound again, which had become charred and black.

Byron stopped struggling, half of his body was numb from pain!

He understood what Reginald meant by this, it was a heinous purpose, if he lived longer, he could eat more, otherwise according to the current weather conditions, the dead body would not be able to be kept for too long, and if he could not die, he would eat himself little by little, so that he would not need to prepare to kill the second person.

Death is terrifying, but now, suddenly, Byron wants to die, death is a relief for him now, but he also knows that he can't live too long, like this way of using scorched wounds to stop bleeding, small wounds are okay, big wounds are simply destroying people, he has not eaten for two days and is almost doomed, and he will not live for a day at most.

Reginald dropped the shovel, walked to the side of the bed, picked up the axe that had just been cut off and quickly discarded, and quickly walked to the brazier, where the charcoal fire was blazing, Reginald quickly cut the cut off arm with a sharp axe, and just after a few strokes, he heard a fierce slamming of the door!

Bang bang bang!

"Who's in there?" It was the man's eager voice.

Outside the door, six or seven men gathered together, guns in their hands, and a white man with a scorpion tattoo on his side face was surrounded in the middle, and he slammed the door violently, shouting inside.

"Damn, is there anyone at all, open the door, if you don't open the door, we'll crash in!"

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