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Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground, his whole body shrunk into a ball. Take out the instant noodles and bite open the package with your teeth, and send them to your stomach with water. After eating five or six bags in a row, he rubbed his fisted right hand while summarizing today's gains and losses, "It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out for half a day!" "There are more dangers he encountered in one day today than he has encountered in the first half of his life combined, even if he fought against the mutant cat last time, it was too much. The ups and downs of the mood also made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel extremely tired.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also admired himself a little, he was always able to escape in several mortal crises, and the corpses below combined with the fierce D2 like a tank did not let him be hurt too much. It just made him break a little skin on his forehead. "Do I have the potential to be a pig's foot?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought beautifully.

......The access door to the roof of the building was slammed open, and a dark shadow leaned in this direction. It was already dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly on the roof. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know if the zombie was one of the corpses downstairs. He pulled out his iron gun and stepped forward, and as he was about to get closer, he tripped over the bracket of a solar water heater under his feet, and he fell to the ground on his side, "Haven't you played with me enough today?" Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed God.

The iron spear in his hand stabbed at the zombie, but unfortunately he lay on the ground and couldn't use his strength, and the head of the spear stabbed the zombie's calf. Slightly blocking the zombie's progress, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to kneel on one knee and stretched the iron gun between the zombie's calves to say goodbye. The zombie loses its center of gravity and falls to the ground.

"Whoosh......" Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the head of the gun off the zombie's head.

During the time he killed the zombies, no second zombie came up to the roof of the building, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang breathe a sigh of relief. On the roof of the building, he couldn't see his five fingers, he took out the lighter, and wanted to light the fire to see the zombies, but unfortunately the wind upstairs was too strong, and the fire couldn't be lit anyway.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a hammer and hooked the zombie's chin and dragged it into the corridor. Close the wooden door that leads to the roof of the building, keeping the cold wind out of the door. took out a lighter and lit it, and through the faint light he could see the face of the zombie clearly.

This is a female zombie, her face is black and thin, and her clothes are not damaged, and she wears a bright red down jacket with a novel style and bright colors, and she is wearing a pair of frosted jeans underneath, "You should be relatively young when you die." Zhang Xiaoqiang concluded.

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the wall and came to the seventh floor, smashed the security door a few times with a hammer, but did not respond. Touching the wall and going down, he was not afraid of zombies in the stairwell, he had been upstairs for so long, the zombies should have been attracted to him a long time ago, and the blood stains on his body were their navigation lights.

When I got to the stairs on the fourth floor, I stepped on a soft thing on my feet, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything. Zhang Xiaoqiang was so frightened that his whole body stood on end, and goosebumps rose one by one! Blindness terrifies him, and this fear of the unknown outweighs his fear of D2.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took two steps back, sat on the stairs mixed by the stairs, took out a lighter to shine on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the faint flames were sprayed by the breath of rapid breathing. A small milky white satchel lies quietly on the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his satchel and rummaged through it.

A key, a wallet, some foundation, lip gloss, mascara, and then nail clippers and eyebrow pencils and other cosmetics, pick up the wallet and open it, there is an ID card, a few bank cards, and a few hundred yuan in banknotes. A young and pretty young woman on the ID card smiled, "Cao Xiuyun, May 12, 1984" This should be abandoned by the zombie killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang on the roof!

"She's supposed to live here, and there's got to be a key to the house." Thankfully, at least you don't have to spend the night on the concrete floor.

The "pop ......" lighter was thrown on the ground by him, and it burned for too long and was a little hot. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a light from his satchel again, went down to the fourth floor and tried the key, "no", and then went to the third floor "not yet". "Is it upstairs?" Back on the fifth floor, the "click" security door was opened, and he cautiously entered the living room.

The living room is very large, the decoration is relatively simple, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a flashlight on the Bogu shelf at the door, and tried it to use. Looking around with a flashlight, this family uses a three-bedroom structure, a master bedroom, a study, and a children's room.

On the small bed in the children's room lay the dried corpse of a little boy, about five or six years old, thin and skinny, lying on the bed with his fists like a mummy.

"I should have starved to death." Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't look at it again and walked out. There are too many tragedies in the last days, who knows if it will happen to you tomorrow? He didn't have the heart to be sentimental, he kept tossing up and down for survival all day long, "too tired" Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the master bedroom and lay down on the wide Simmons and closed his eyes. That night he slept in someone else's bed, and there was a dried corpse lying next to him, and he didn't care.

The early morning light shone on Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids, and he opened his eyes in a trance, as if he was still lying on his own bed, when he saw the unfamiliar living room, unfamiliar curtains, and unfamiliar quilts. He remembered that he slept in a stranger's house, that he had a dried corpse next door, that he had escaped death again and again yesterday.

Zhang Xiaoqiang got out of bed, his body was faintly sore, and his stomach began to scream, reminding him that it was time to replenish his energy. Walking to the kitchen, the floor is full of all kinds of snack bags and yogurt bottles, and standing in the kitchen is like standing on a garbage heap.

Open the refrigerator and stack all kinds of ingredients neatly, but most of them have deteriorated because they have taken too long. There are still a lot of frozen meats and sausages in the frozen layer below, and the power outage has not lasted long, and the ice has not melted. Zhang Xiaoqiang also found a lot of rice flour in the kitchen closet, as well as some cornmeal, mung bean noodles and other coarse grains.

"O children now! Pampered, I'm as big as him can scramble egg rice. Zhang Xiaoqiang was amused by the little boy starving to death while guarding the rice and white noodles.

This family uses natural gas, and after trying it, it didn't work, so it should be stopped. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked around the kitchen and found a small gas tank in the corner behind the cabinet, "Good luck". The flame picker was turned on, and the blue flame burned .......

Made a hearty breakfast with all the ingredients left in the fridge. A pot of rice and all the dishes that were enough for seven or eight people were eaten by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Touching his stomach and burping, "I'm a rice bucket?" "It's incredible. I touched my forehead, and the wound I had broken yesterday had already scarred.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a shower with bottled water in the living room and changed into the clean clothes of the male owner. Spread the flour from the kitchen into a dough, cook all the sausages and frozen meat, pack them in a bag and put them in your backpack.

After packing up, I went out and went downstairs, all the way to the first floor. I saw the dense zombies outside the public security door, and the zombies smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's scent, and they all stretched their arms into the gaps between the fences and waved at him.

The zombies outside the iron gate were squeezed away, and a tall figure was revealed. "D2," Zhang Xiaoqiang groaned and hummed two words.

"Bang ......" The iron door was a little deformed, and he turned and ran upstairs.