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At 7:30 a.m. on January 20, 2013, the alarm of the mobile phone woke Zhang Xiaoqiang up, and he came to the living room after getting up, and counted the remaining materials as usual.

The sound of "bump" came from the security door.

Since five days ago, the zombies outside the door have been destroying the iron gate relentlessly, and their thirst for flesh and blood and greed have made them guard his door like loyal dogs.

The smell of corpses in the house is thick, but fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang is used to it. Sometimes he subconsciously thinks that only this smell is normal, and the previous things are slowly leaving him, leaving only the instinct to live.

Go into the kitchen and turn on the induction cooker, pour the bacon rice left over from yesterday into the wok and add water to boil with chopped cabbage, divide it into two portions after getting out of the pot, eat one in the morning and one in the evening.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the window of the computer room as usual to look at the zombies downstairs and downstairs, at the end of the road, at the dark, heavy and dull sky, the obscure clouds with a little cold breath, suppressed his heart, and made him feel sleepy when he breathed.

How I wish that a convoy suddenly appeared at the end of the highway, with a row of PLA soldiers standing in the camouflage carriage, sweeping the world of despair with steel guns in their hands, driving those rotten zombies into hell and making him return to the old days.

Fantasy is fantasy after all, zombies are still wandering around, and Zhang Xiaoqiang still has to worry about food. Back in the living room with his head in his hands to prepare for today's physical training, the otaku has been in time for a long time, and his body has slowly become weak, and if he wants to live, he has to work hard to improve his physical fitness, and now even a little improvement is good.

"Forty-seven", "forty-eight", ...... "fifty"

...... "Huh" Zhang Xiaoqiang exhaled a long breath and propped his hands on the ground, he was so tired, he hadn't exercised like this for a long time. Thinking that the zombies outside the door were still guarding outside, and there was not much food at home, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and held his head in his hands and started again.

Put the eight-pound hammer in the corner of the wall, pick up the towel and wipe the sweat from the beads on your face. Two thousand leaps and five hundred swings of an eight-pound hammer made him tired, and his breakfast was almost digested, and his stomach began to crumble again.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking about how to solve the six zombies outside the door, the shield was thrown by him outside the door, he couldn't fight the zombies without defensive equipment, the anti-theft iron door was open outward, and the door could not be stuck in the house.

I can't think of a way, Zhang Xiaoqiang held his head with both hands and scratched his scalp vigorously, all kinds of ways were thought of high or no idea, seeing the Huangguoshu cigarette box on the coffee table, he habitually grabbed his hand, and shook it before remembering that there was no more yesterday. looked at the cigarette butts in the ashtray, found a piece of white paper, disassembled the cigarette butts, and carefully stacked the remaining tobacco shreds on the white paper, stacked them into strips and rolled them up.

I found a lighter and lit it, took a sip and leaned on the sofa to look at the landline phone at home in a daze, thinking that I hadn't paid the landline phone bill for a few months? Three months or four months? The beautiful mm in the telecom business hall should have become a zombie, and there are still more than 80 yuan of phone bills in the mobile phone that have contributed to telecom in vain, aren't you a big loss? His mind was full of boundless thoughts, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's gaze unconsciously glanced over the telephone line.

"Wait".

Telephone line? Zhang Xiaoqiang refocused his eyes on the telephone line, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, but he couldn't grasp it.

Looking blankly at the phone line, his brain spun quickly. What else can a telephone line do besides talking on the phone? Drying clothes, drying quilts, tying, thinking about his heart lit up, "just when the rope" He stood up and walked back and forth, looking for a rope to tie one end to the doorknob of the anti-theft door, and then fix the other end, and then open the door without fear of the door being squeezed open by zombies, open the door crack can solve the zombies outside the door one by one.

Thinking of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a thin hemp rope tied to the iron railing on the window at one end in the storage room, and the other end was tied to the doorknob at a distance of ten centimeters. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a galvanized water pipe of about 1.5 meters, and compared it, feeling that the power was too small to deal with zombies.

Continue to rummage through his dad's toolbox, sighing in his heart! Fortunately, his father can do anything, he went to the countryside to dig canals in the sixties, and became the director of the motor factory in the seventies, although there are only a dozen people or a collective business, and the size of the business is not an official, and the restaurant opened in the eighties is also the earliest 10,000 yuan household in the small town!

It's a pity that his dad likes to play, fishing, hunting, and has no heart for business. Otherwise, he can also be a small model, his father's fishing rods and shotguns are made by himself, there was a period of time when China cracked down on guns, and his father was timid to throw the handmade front hall flintlock pistol into the Yangtze River, although his father was gone, but those tools were left.

"Found it".

Turn out a triangular file, the file has a foot to put it for a long time, the triangular file file body is black and not much rusty, the tool steel in the seventies absolutely guarantees the quality.

Use a knife to sharpen the wooden handle of the file so that it can be put into the water pipe. After trying, I am afraid that it will not be safe, and use iron nails to nail firmly at the connection between the water pipe and the wooden handle, so that I am not afraid of falling off the chain at a critical time.

Everything is ready, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood behind the door and checked his equipment, the military coat has been washed, but unfortunately it will be dirty again today, the tap water has stopped, I don't expect to drink it and expect it to wash clothes!

With a homemade iron gun in his left hand, he opened the door with his right hand.

"Bump" ...... Zhang Xiaoqiang closed the door again, it was so stinky that he couldn't open his eyes from the smell of rotting zombies he killed a few days ago.

There was no mask at home, so Zhang Xiaoqiang found a wool scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and sprinkled some toilet water on the scarf to get better.

The door was opened again, and a jet-black paw grabbed at his face, and the owner of the paw was struggling to squeeze in through the crack in the door. This time he was prepared, not frightened, carefully looked at the zombie, the skin and flesh on the zombie's claws tightened inward, and the joints were all exposed, like an eagle's claws facing him, and the sharp nails with dry fingers retracted back and forth. The zombie desperately tried to stuff its head into the crack of the door, the flesh on its face was the same as its claws, and the deep-seated, protruding cheekbones of its eyes rubbed back and forth against the iron door, as if it wanted to sharpen its head and get in.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held the iron gun in both hands, and the top triangle of the triangular file stabbed the zombie's eyes violently. Holding the water pipe tightly with both hands, he pushed it outward with the strength of feeding, and for the first time, he couldn't grasp the strength with the iron gun, he only knew how to stab outward, his brain was groggy, but his body burst out with a bloody nature hidden in his bones, he became excited, and felt as if all the zombies were just like that, and he could kill them all.

Two more claws came at him through the crack in the door, and they shook before his eyes to wake him up. He pulled out the head of the iron spear, and the zombie's eye socket turned into a deep black hole, slowly flowing outward with jet-black sticky blood, and the zombie fell first on the zombie next to him, and slowly fell to the ground, the head was facing the white of his eyes without pupils, and a black hole with black blood stains. The contrast between the two extremes made Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart feel a chill.

"Five more," he muttered to himself, not looking at the dead zombie again.

I haven't used a spear, and I can't master the power well. He grinded the remaining five zombies to death with his superficial marksmanship, and when the last zombie fell to the ground.

The sound of a "bell".

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't hold the iron gun anymore and let it fall to the ground.