Graff Volud immediately brought the watch to his hand, and saw the 'Armani' worn by a corpse next to him, which was also very beautiful, and there was no blood on it, although the corpse was lying on the ground, but the floor was a velvet carpet, although there was a little dust, but it was still very clean.

I looked at the tattered suit on my body again, and I was very angry. Why did he have to wear such a tattered suit? Why did a dead ghost still wear such a beautiful, luxurious, high-class Armani? How could he be worthy of himself if he didn't take off this dress?

Grafvolud lifted the body up, held it in his arms and began to undress him. The body stinks and weighs heavy, though. The main thing is that Grafvolud didn't want to get his clothes damaged or dirty, so he held the corpse. After changing several positions, he couldn't take off the dress gently, and Grafvolud was anxious about what to do if he broke it.

Grafvolud picked up the body from the front, wrapped one hand around his waist, and began to undress him with the other. It's a little easier and gentler, and you don't break your clothes. However, the distance between his body and this corpse was too close, and the two heads were about to collide.

"It's smelly and heavy, I'll have to give you two feet when I take off this Armani, or else.................. Yes~~~. ”

Gravorud had no idea that the dead corpse would turn its head and bite his face. With a slight pull, half of his face ran into the mouth of the corpse opposite. The corpse on the other side gradually chewed with a taste, and soon swallowed it into its stomach.

Grafvolud didn't have time to think too much, so he picked up the golf club he had thrown on the ground and threw it on his head, once, twice, three times...... I don't know how long it took until the corpse's head on the ground was a mess of mud. But that wasn't enough to calm Grafvorud, all the corpses in the hallway had their heads knocked out of their heads, or he would have gotten up and bitten himself.

Countless filthy blood had been stained on Gravvolud's body, and his newly-acquired watch was dirty, and Giarmani had not yet had a chance to put it on. But Gravvorud didn't mind, as long as he could keep himself safe, his clothes could be washed off if they were dirty, and he could just change them. With so many dead people, do you need less clothes?

However, at this time, Graff Volud felt something strange, half of his face was gone, but he didn't feel much pain, but the joy of killing just now continued to grow in his heart.

"It's over, I'm afraid I'm going to turn into a zombie. But I don't think I've been infected too strongly by this virus yet, and I still have my own consciousness. I said that even if I want to be a zombie, I want to be a zombie who lives a long life. So what should we do now?"

Grafforud thought carefully for a long time, and finally came up with a solution. Picked up a golf club and walked towards the hotel front desk, stopping as soon as he reached the staircase, because there were already aimless zombies standing below. Graff Volud appeared in front of them without any reaction, and continued to walk from side to side.

Grafvolud also wondered why these zombies didn't pay any attention to themselves, was it because they knew they had been infected with the zombie virus, and they were already their own kind?

Grafvolud couldn't take care of it too much, and since the zombies ignored him, it was a good thing, and immediately rushed down the hall to seal the door. I got spare room cards for all the rooms from the hotel lobby, and went to lock the windows one by one, from the first floor to the 23rd floor, blocking all the way out of the room.

After the blockade, the massacre of zombies began, because the whole body was covered with the filthy blood of zombies, and they themselves were infected with the zombie virus, so these zombies almost did not fight back, and they all regarded Grafvorud as their companions. Graffwarud was not polite, he picked up the sledgehammer and threw it at their heads, and the zombies fell one by one, and when all the zombies in the hotel were cleared, Grafvorud threw all his tools downstairs, leaving a hammer in his hand.

With such strict protection, not to mention zombies, even humans don't want to get out of here. When I completely lose consciousness and become a zombie, I stay here, and the zombies outside can't get in, and it's useless to come in, and I can't get out. So at that time, he will also be a long-lived zombie.

"It's done, I'm exhausted, and there shouldn't be anywhere for me to get out. Find something to eat first, then something to eat. Grafvorud walked forward, and suddenly saw a large mirror beside him, in which he almost did not look human, half of his face was gone, and there were some shredded flesh hanging on it, bright red shreds, but he could not see the blood flowing out. The eyes began to roll white, the pupils began to shrink, and the skin on the body began to lose color.

"It doesn't matter if you eat it or not, I guess this state is about to become a zombie. I don't think I'll be able to eat anything after I become a zombie, so let me eat enough today. ”

With that, Grafvolud ran straight to the kitchen on the second floor. When I walked to the kitchen door, I suddenly felt a little strange, because the kitchen door was locked, and it seemed that it was locked from the inside, and the outside couldn't get in at all.

"I remember checking the whole hotel, and there should be no one or zombies here. But I've never been to the kitchen, so is there anyone alive?"

Grafforud knocked very carefully on the door: "Is there anyone inside? I'm Grafvorud, a waiter at the hotel." ”

"Ruud? Are you out there? aren't there a lot of zombies out there?"

Grafvolud heard the voice, this was the manager who was always picky. Unexpectedly, he didn't fall him down at that time, and this guy actually survived.

"Manager, I've killed all the zombies outside. It turns out that zombies are very stupid, as long as you smear the blood of zombies on yourself, they will treat you as their companion, and I killed all the zombies in this way. Now that the hotel is safe, I've blocked all the entrances and exits, and zombies can't get in without tools. "Grafvolud is very confident, because he has done a very good job, and this is a place of shelter that he has prepared, and of course it needs to be well protected.

"Really?"

"Great. ”

"It turns out that there is such a way. ”

"I knew I did the same. ”

There was a lot of noise coming from the kitchen, and Grafvorud felt a shock. If there is only one manager in it, it is enough to trick him out and kill him, but there are so many people in it, I'm afraid one person can't kill so many. The kitchen is sealed except for the ventilation ducts, and the exhaust hood cannot climb up, so the kitchen only has the door as an exit.

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