The lock clicked shut.

Wang Lu stood outside the door, listening to Chen Wei reversing the lock with the key, and then exhaled softly.

But only a breath was given.

Immediately, the whole body tensed up again.

It's a lie to say not to be nervous.

Zombies. That's a zombie!

Wang Lu didn't know what kind of "level" the Resident Evil encountered by his family - whether it was a simple activated corpse zombie like in "The Walking Dead", or a zombie in the game "Resident Evil" with T, G and other forms, and even self-upgraded.

In short, the biochemical zombies that Wang Lu faced were a mess, and he didn't expect it at all, relying on his son Wang Bi'an and himself to lie on the window with a telescope to watch the zombies sway, he could really find out the bottom of the zombies.

But what can be done?

If you want to survive, you have to go out.

In fact, this kind of self-confinement life before can't last long, and going out to work hard in the zombie group is the norm.

Today, I'm just taking the first step.

Having said that, Wang Lu has not even taken a step out until now.

Because he was completely unsure when he would encounter zombies in the 78 buildings where his house was located.

This is in a narrow corridor, and if you run into a zombie head-on, there is nowhere to run.

And, importantly, there must be zombies in this building!

Not to mention anything else, there is an old man in his 80s and a 3-year-old child who has been at home for many years, and has hired a nanny to take care of it.

All of a sudden, it's 3 zombies!

Then, on the fourth and third floors, there are retired elderly people at home.

Wang Lu didn't want to pass through a certain door and suddenly a zombie popped out of it.

He listened carefully, except for the sound of his own dull breathing, the corridor was quiet.

It doesn't matter so much! Wang Lu tiptoed and walked towards the stairs.

5th, 4th, 3rd floors.

Each entrance is quiet, and the security doors are tightly closed, as before.

All the way to the electronic security door on the first floor, Wang Lu was safe.

The body in the coat and two raincoats was already sweating damply.

Wang Lu swallowed dryly. Leaning against the security door, he took out his watch from his coat pocket and started timekeeping.

After a while, he leaned down to the security door and looked out into the driveway through the hollowed out.

Dressed in a familiar security uniform, he was slowly passing through the driveway, just like the time recorded in Wang Bi'an's observation diary, very punctual.

It's the security zombie.

Wang Lu involuntarily held his breath.

The security zombie walked very slowly, its movements were a little stiff, its face was gray and black, except for the movie, Wang Lu had never seen a corpse before, so he didn't know if this was the color of a dead man. What he could see was that the skin of the security guard zombie was so dry that the corners of his mouth even cracked into black cuts. Is it because of dehydration?

The security zombie's clothes are very complete, and there are no other wounds on his hands or face.

It seems that he was directly infected by the virus when the biochemical virus attacked.

This can be regarded as a blessing, it is better than being torn and eaten by other zombies, and then becoming a zombie because of wound infection, and suffering less sin.

Wang Lu was thinking about it when the security zombie suddenly stopped.

Wang Lu's heart sank.

The security zombie turned around and stood at the 78-building corridor.

Wang Lu's heart pounded, and he leaned back and left the gap in the door.

"Didn't see me, didn't see me!" Wang Lu shouted silently in his heart.

Time passed minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of shuffling was heard again in the driveway outside.

Wang Lu silently counted 100 times, leaned over to the crack in the door again, and looked out.

Empty, no, empty. …,

The security zombies are gone!

Wang Lu gritted his teeth, twisted the doorknob, and the door was quietly pushed open.

The next second. Wang Lu was already standing in the driveway.

When the security door behind him clicked and closed automatically, Wang Lu knew that from now on, there was no turning back.

From the diary of previous observations, it takes 45 minutes for the security zombies to patrol a circle, and counting their body odor and sound may be heard by the zombies, so they must keep a certain amount of safe time, and they only have 30 minutes to act.

Wang Lu gasped heavily, and strode towards the gate of the community.

The road of about 50 meters quickly ran over, and Wang Lu had already seen the security booth at the door.

He stopped suddenly.

Outside the door of the community and inside the door, there are already two worlds.

When running to the lane, in the eyes of Wang Lu, the community is still as normal as before, there are a few private cars parked on the lane, the garbage cans are scattered with garbage bags thrown by the owners with poor throwing ability, and a few clothes are fluttering in the wind on the window railings of several families.

But through an automatic door, outside the door of the community, there is another scene.

Outside the community is Antai Street, a branch road of Huancheng West Road, and the road conditions are not busy, because there are few police officers on this kind of branch road, so there are always cars parked across the street.

Along the more than 200-meter-long road, there is now a row of charred black scrap metal.

Although it was only a quick glance, Wang Lu still saw that there were several cars in the center of Antai Street Road that were in a mess and crashed together, and one of them rushed headlong into the car parked on the side of the street, and the fire was caused by it.

One can guess how the fire ignited from one car to another, until it turned the entire street into a flare.

Wang Lu was just a little curious, he was at home, but he didn't find that there was such a big fire outside across a row of buildings.

It's just a curiosity. Although Wang Lu was 600 degrees highly myopic, he still saw that there were two black charcoal-like silhouettes in the driver's seat of two cars burned into brackets.

It's the driver in the car.

Was it burned before becoming a zombie, or was it burned after becoming a zombie, and is the burned zombie still "alive"? Wang Lu didn't have the mood to investigate these at all. He just rushed faster towards the grocery store.

Wang Lu had already run through the automatic door at the entrance of the community, and rushed in through the back door of the grocery store in a few steps.

Then, he rushed out of it again.

Retched a few times.

Depend on! It also stinks.

When I first rushed into the store, there was a swarm of "black mist" in the store, which was hundreds of flies!

Rushing to the king road with the flies is the sweet and sour smell that is unique to the rotting fruit.

The grocery store usually deals in fruit, and now it is rotten no more.

Wang Lu retched a few more times.

But a big stone fell in my heart.

There are flies.

It's good to have flies, so many flies are startled by themselves, which means that nothing else has disturbed them in the grocery store before.

No cats, no dogs, no zombies.

Although it is said that zombies do not eat flies, if there is a zombie in the store, the flies will not be able to enjoy the food here.

Wang Lu closed his breath and rushed into the grocery store again.

The grocery store was frequented, because the shelves were turned into a mess, two shelves were still on the ground, some instant noodles, biscuits, red sausages and other small foods were gone, along with the disappeared Coke, Sprite and other drinks, a can of Wang Laoji was opened, drunk and thrown on the ground.

People, only living people, will drink Wang Laoji.

In this city, there are still living people.

As soon as Wang Lu thought of this thought, his heart sank—gas cylinders!

I know how to hit the idea of a gas cylinder in the grocery store, but I can't keep someone else! …,

No one is stupid, is he? I'm not much smarter than others, am I?

Gas cylinders from the grocery store are placed in the stairwell in the attic on the second floor.

Wang Lu struggled to open the overturned shelves, and squeezed into the stairwell from a pile of toilet paper, one foot high and one foot low.

He quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

Round gas cylinders, quietly in the stairwell.

One, two, three -- there are five bottles in total!

Wang Lu rushed over, grabbed a bottle ear with one hand, and carried it, empty.

Again, it's empty.

It wasn't until the fourth bottle, feeling the heavy weight in his hand, that Wang Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook the fifth bottle in the corner without giving up, and the bottle shook and was empty.

It's okay, there's a bottle of gas.

Finally, I didn't run in vain.

Wang Lu put the sword in his hand on the shelf. Stretching out his hands, he took the full bottle of gas out of the stairwell.

Wang Lu carried the gas cylinder in both hands, squeezed it out of the shelf with great difficulty, turned back to retrieve the sword, thought about it, simply stuffed the sword in his mouth, carried the gas cylinder in both hands, and stumbled towards the gate of the community.

He passed the gate, followed the driveway, and staggered towards Building 78.

The helmet was loosely skewed, and the two heavy raincoats wrapped around him made his steps even more sluggish, and the rain boots were too ill-fitting, so that he slipped step by step, and the blade in his mouth sank headlong, and the blade that had opened the edge slashed the corners of his mouth, breaking a small hole, and there was some fishy taste in his mouth, and he was bleeding.

Wang Lu didn't care about this, he stepped harder, and it was only about 10 meters away, and he was home!

Suddenly, a shadow flashed in the corner of his eye!

Wang Lu's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his knee slammed into the gas cylinder with a dull thud.