I don't know how many were pierced, a dozen? Maybe more than twenty, none of them numbered, but it is certain that there must have been corpses piled up outside the door at this time, blocking the door. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fortunately, in a desperate situation, people can always be stronger.

Gathering energy with force, it suddenly pushed out, and the invisible shockwave burst through the iron door, pushing the pile of corpses away.

Squeezed out of the iron door and looked back and forth, there were no zombies in the corridor on this floor, but it didn't mean that it was safe. Carrying the silver leaf sword, walking cautiously, following the route of outdoor activities, it should be safer to walk out of this place.

But what to do when you get out?

No, at least you have to find some food and water to bring with you, after all, you don't have any experience in the wild. You can make weapons with your own abilities, but you can't make food and water? It's not clear, and it's not known if animals will turn into zombies, or if the water outside is safe.

It seems that it is better to go to the cafeteria first.

With such a long sword in his hand, his sense of security has also increased. Although the telekinesis ability is strong, it feels too easy to overconsume, in comparison, it costs a lot to create a weapon, but wielding a weapon does not consume much core energy.

Noting these feelings, he changed direction and walked towards the cafeteria in Building Three.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, he was helpless when he saw the zombies in the canteen. It seems that the occupants of Building 3 know much more than he does. And he was very lucky, as a dangerous patient, meals were delivered to the door, he knew where the canteen was, but he never came to the canteen to eat.

Fortunately, he only needs to know where the canteen is and where the food is there.

In fact, he was not eyeing the kitchen, but the commissary, where there was a lot of food to eat. Just, what if you don't have a backpack?

Avoiding the zombies in the cafeteria, he sneaked into the commissary and looked at many goods, but there was no such thing as a backpack. Perhaps, before coming here to collect supplies, it is better to go to the dormitories of those people in white and see if there are any backpacks.

I grabbed a bottle of water and bread and walked towards the floor that was the dormitory for the white-clad people in Building 3. Fortunately, I controlled the little birds and mice before, and successfully mastered the environmental information, otherwise I would really be confused.

The zombies were found on the stairs, they were two people in white, they were not so fast, slowly, one was careless, and one of them rolled down. The other was easily impaled through the head by the silverleaf sword, the blade of which pierced through its mouth and through the back of its head.

Look at the zombies in white, and then think about the waste zombies before. It seems that only the zombies transformed from the waste people have high speed and strong strength at the beginning, and the other zombies infected by them are all very weak, slow and only have the same strength as ordinary people.

From this point of view, the waste zombie is very dangerous, after all, the strength of the waste zombie is much greater than that of the average person, and it can be felt when you wake up.

Running upstairs, the threat of white-clothed zombies is not as big as that of waste zombies, so it is relatively easy to explore the first floor of the dormitory.

Excited, he rushed into the floor of the white-clothed dormitory, and then, looking at the zombies crowded in the corridor, he woke up and cursed, got into the nearest dormitory, and then closed the door.

Although the individual combat power is not good, this number is too much.

Turning around, a bloody mouth was close at hand, and the next moment, a sharp blade stabbed through its jaw, piercing its head. Wheezing, slowly pushing the zombie corpse away, it seems that when you are too nervous, you will not be able to hear other sounds.

People can't even hear the roar of zombies so close.

After confirming that there was no second zombie in this dormitory, I deliberately checked the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, there is a backpack in this dormitory, black, pulled down, and the quality is very good. There aren't many things that can be put in, but it should be enough to support a few days, as long as it can support a few days, it will be almost enough.

Anyway, it's just a matter of going out to find a way to leave, and when I can leave, it's a big deal to come back and get more supplies. Anyway, I have the ability to be there, and I am full of confidence.

There is no iron window on the door of the dormitory, which is very inconvenient, indicating that there is no way to clean up the zombies blocked outside the door with the method just now.

Maybe the balcony can find the way, go to the balcony, look up and look down. He picked up a dumbbell and threw it down, hitting a zombie, and he scolded angrily: "There's a fart!"

Sitting on the floor of the balcony, looking at the dormitory door that was crowded with zombies and made a clattering sound. Perhaps, it would be easier to just kill it?

No, there are too many zombies out there, it's hard to do. Or perhaps, making a zombie and smearing its visceral plasma on its body can have a confusing effect?

This trick may work.

Looking at the zombie corpse on the ground, Su Xing took a deep breath, walked over, and took the scissors on a table.

Kneeling beside the corpse, he ripped off his clothes and aimed his scissors at the soft belly. Suddenly stabbed down with scissors, the skin opened and flesh opened, and internal organs and plasma gushed out.

The stench made him vomit directly, but fortunately he didn't eat anything, and he didn't vomit much, but he was still very uncomfortable.

Holding back his nausea, he smeared the plasma on his face, smeared it on his body, and hung a piece of intestines on his shoulder. After doing this, I vomited again, and the feeling of blood plasma on my face was like mud smeared on a sewer, disgusting.

After sitting, he felt a little better after getting used to it, but the stench still tormented people.

I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door with a bang.

The zombies swarmed in and squeezed him away. The zombies sniffed around, in front of him, as if they couldn't see him, and only regarded him as an obstacle, sparing and squeezing through.

Incredible, I woke up and muttered to myself: this really works.

Slowly step out, learn the slow and uncoordinated movements of these zombies, staggering away from them, and walking outside.

Walked back into the hallway, looking at the confused zombies behind him. Experience is always the best teacher, learned, he thought, and walked downstairs.

He loaded the commissary with a lot of food and water, and walked around in front of the zombies, then turned away in a daze.

All the way was smooth, and I walked out of Building 3 and came to the outdoor occasion. Although there are quite a few zombies, including the waste zombies, they are not interested in a person who is coated with zombie plasma and exudes the same smell as them.

Sometimes, some things are very disgusting. It's like when you're short of water, saving urine to drink, although it's disgusting, but it can be life-saving.

If you have no choice but to survive and you have to work hard to survive, you must overcome the difficulty of nausea. (To be continued.) )