If someone asks what purgatory looks like, then Zheng Yang is probably the most qualified person to answer this question.

Zheng Yang, who walked to the street, really understood what purgatory was, what was the end of the world, dead bodies, stumps and broken arms, internal organs, like garbage, were scattered by people and thrown all over the ground, Zheng Yang left caution behind, went crazy and searched every corner, and finally sat in a charred car in despair, mechanically took out the cigarette that had just been found from a boy's father from his trouser pocket, lit it with a lighter, and took a hard puff, the strong choking smoke rolled in Zheng Yang's throat and nose, and then coughed violently, Coughing tears also flowed out, the hand holding the cigarette trembled and put it down, and a person stared blankly at the gray sky and muttered: "There is no living person, not one, not one ............"

Zheng Yang had no way to help them collect the corpses, because from today onwards, he would encounter this kind of scene every day, and he had to work hard to adapt, but he could only adapt, Zheng Yang endured the discomfort in his throat and silently smoked the cigarette in his hand, turned around and walked towards the supermarket.

Zheng Yang, who had not yet approached the supermarket, was enveloped by a very strong smell of burning, and this smell of burning came from the supermarket.

Zheng Yang frowned, this is not good news, most of the items in the supermarket are flammable, and after a fire, there can be almost no food left.

But this is the closest supermarket to Zheng Yang, if you want to rush to other supermarkets, it will take an hour to walk, and you don't know what will happen in front of you, Zheng Yang can only gamble.

Even if it is a supermarket that has been burned by fire, the safety factor is unstable, and who knows if the zombies will not be afraid of fire at all.

Zheng Yang held the equipment in his hand tightly, bent over, and controlled the footsteps of his walking,

Step by step, I walked towards the supermarket wall.

The closer to the supermarket, the heavier the biting smell of burning, Zheng Yang was secretly surprised, it seems that this fire should have just burned for a long time, otherwise the burnt smell would not be so heavy, which means that some food can still be found.

Everything is easy to say with food, Zheng Yang slowly walked to the supermarket wall, squatted down, only half of his head was exposed, and looked around through the window, but did not find the existence of zombies.

It seemed that these zombies were still afraid of fire, Zheng Yang breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked towards the supermarket.

In Zheng Yang's memory, the supermarket has five shelves, the first row is for wine, the second batch is for some snacks and food, and the remaining three are for some daily necessities, toys, and school supplies.

Zheng Yang went straight to the first two rows after entering, because the shelves were made of aluminum, and the loss of wine in the middle layers was not as big as imagined, Zheng Yang found five bottles of small mineral water, three bottles of large mineral water, one bottle of Lao Baigan, and three bottles of large Sprite, but the food in the back was almost burned clean by the fire, Zheng Yang searched the entire shelf, and only found two cans of canned beef.

Being able to find so much water and food has exceeded Zheng Yang's expectations.

Zheng Yang put the food and water in his school bag, continued to search the remaining three rows, and found an unopened long sword, a few daggers and some items that could increase combat effectiveness.

After searching carefully several times to make sure that there was nothing available, Zheng Yang was about to leave when a strange chewing sound came.

Squeak, squeak............

The sound came rhythmically from behind a burnt refrigerator, and the refrigerator was placed next to the entrance of the supermarket, and for Zheng Yang, who was thinking about food, that place happened to belong to the blind spot.

Now in this world, except for the living, the rest are zombies, Zheng Yang can be sure that there are 100% zombies behind the refrigerator, and he blames himself for being too careless, Zheng Yang patted his forehead, and could only try not to disturb the brother to eat.

Zheng Yang looked around the supermarket for a week, except for the main entrance, he rushed out of the glass window, which would definitely alarm the zombies, after the previous experience of killing zombies, Zheng Yang decided to strike first.

Zheng Yang gritted his teeth and blocked the lid of the pot in front of him, held the steel chisel tightly in his right hand, and cautiously walked towards the refrigerator.

One step, two steps, getting closer and closer to the refrigerator, the whole supermarket seemed to be quiet as if only the creaking sound behind the refrigerator and Zheng Yang's footsteps were left.

When you are just a step away from the refrigerator.

Crunch!

A different voice came from under Zheng Yang's feet and broke into this world.

The creaking behind the refrigerated cabinet also stopped abruptly.

Damn, how could there be a plastic bracket here, Zheng Yang's face turned pale.

"Fight!"

As soon as Zheng Yang put on a defensive posture, a black figure rushed from behind the refrigerator.

The two sandbag big fists smashed at Zheng Yang fiercely.

Zheng Yang raised the lid of the pot and the shield to meet it.

Bang!

Zheng Yang felt that he had been hit by a speeding car, and his whole body flew upside down and smashed into the shelf.

The moment he flew out, Zheng Yang saw the zombie clearly, much stronger than the zombies that are usually common on the street, how to say it, have you ever seen a zombie with eight-pack abs?

Zheng Yang felt that his internal organs were about to shatter: "Damn, are zombies also divided into varieties, eight-pack abs, MMP!" ”

Zheng Yang got up with difficulty, glanced at the concave pot lid and threw it aside, and then looked at the steel chisel held in his right hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How to fight?" "I can't allow Zheng Yang to think too much,

"Whew......."

The zombie roared and rushed towards Zheng Yang.

Zheng Yang hurriedly rolled a donkey to dodge.

Boom, boom, the zombie punched Zheng Yang just now, because the force was too great, the fist pierced the floor and fell inside, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Looking at the floor that was pierced, Zheng Yang was afraid for a while, "Fortunately, I hid quickly, I can't move, it's my turn now." ”

Zheng Yang held the steel chisel with both hands and aimed it at the zombie's neck, stabbing it with all the strength of his body.

"When"

The steel chisel stabbed the zombie's neck, as if it was stabbed on the steel plate, Zheng Yang's hands trembled faintly, and the steel chisel only pierced a sharp end and couldn't go deeper, Zheng Yang's face turned pale and he really wanted to ask: "Dude, have you ever practiced the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt?" ”

"Whew...."

The zombie roared loudly in pain, and it worked harder, and cracks appeared around the floor where the muscle zombie was trapped, and it seemed that the muscle zombie quickly got out of the trap.

Zheng Yang held the steel chisel with his left hand and aimed it at the heart of the zombie, and put his right hand on the flat end of the steel chisel, thinking about the feeling in the house, the heat flow slowly emerged from the lower abdomen, and moved towards the right hand: "It's now!" Zheng Yang slapped it with his right hand, and the steel chisel shot towards the zombie.

"Whew...."

A deep black hole appeared on the muscular zombie's body, and the black and sticky black blood slowly flowed out, just .......

Why does the muscle zombie look like nothing is wrong Zheng Yang roared and could only abandon the steel chisel and hurriedly picked up the concave pot lid shield and withdrew back.

After Zheng Yang's attack, the muscle zombie became even more angry, and suddenly pulled out his hand that was trapped on the floor and rushed towards Zheng Yang.

Zheng Yang could only roll to the side to dodge, and the muscle zombie didn't hit Zheng Yang all of a sudden and hit the wall, and then staggered to the ground.

"Knocked out?" Zheng Yang looked at the muscle zombie and was speechless, this muscle zombie is really powerful, but this IQ is undoubtedly the same as that of a three-year-old child.

Zheng Yang retreated to the shelves in the last row and sat down, looking at the muscular zombie who quickly woke up, how to kill it!

Whoa, whoa, whoop, whoop.......

The muscular zombie roared and the footsteps sounded, like a Hades urging his life, walking towards Zheng Yang step by step.

"What should I do" Zheng Yang tried to calm himself down, and his brain was running fast.

Zheng Yang carefully observed the supermarket, there are only two exits in the entire supermarket, one is the main entrance, and the other is the window corresponding to the third row of goods, listening to the sound muscle zombies are probably in the middle of the third row and the fourth row, at their own speed, before they ran over, they were chased and killed by zombies, and nearby, Zheng Yang glanced at the items on the shelves and sighed deeply.

It's all stationery, and there's no place to use it.

Tom, tom, tom, .......

The zombies have already begun to advance to the fifth row.

Zheng Yang took a deep breath, held the long sword he had just found in his hand, bent his body slightly, took a step back with his right leg, pointed his toes to the ground, and bent his left leg ninety degrees, making a sprinting motion.