Time for two songs, or time to wait for a bus?

I can only say that this is the longest ten minutes in my life, and the energy and strength I used to run is ten times that of the college entrance examination to get extra points in sports!

I fell with the monster at about the same time, it burned through, and I was tired.

I gasped for breath like pulling a bellows, staring at the charred corpse less than a meter away from me, but I couldn't even roll away a little further.

All I breathed into my lungs was disgusting gas, but I was breathing in a big gulp through my mouth.

The fact that a zombie devouring its own kind can become so strong is not optimistic, and it means that in some closed environments without living people, more fierce and powerful monsters will be created, and they are a common threat to living and ordinary zombies.

I calmed down, and now I'm sure it has a lower IQ when it's not stimulated, otherwise it wouldn't be trapped in the building and would have broken out of the window.

I decided to stay away from the sealed building in the future, and I won't be so lucky tonight if I have another one, thinking of luck, I smile bitterly, I am indeed lucky!

After relieving myself, I went back to the office building to retrieve my backpack, this time I smashed the window on the first floor and jumped in, I haven't been to the third floor yet, without the threat of monsters, I stepped up the stairs on the third floor, hoping to find clues to the direction of the camp evacuation.

There was a map spread out on the desk in the factory director's office, and before I could rejoice, I found that the map was almost covered with dried blood, and judging by the amount of blood spatter, the people standing in front of the map at that time were only afraid of bad luck.

It is likely that the man's body is in the hall on the first floor, and I have not lost sight of the drawers and file boxes of my desk, including the bookcase next to it.

As a result, I had to re-pin my hopes on the blood map, on the edge of a large area of blood there were circles drawn in red strokes, but 70 percent were covered by the bloodstains, this area was extremely extensive, and it was a primeval forest area, and thousands of people threw it into it without a shadow, and it was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack to find a new camp.

I stared at the edge drawn in red pen, as if it were an entrance, a glimmer of hope, and what would happen once I got inside, it was completely unknown.

Before making a decision, I searched the office building thoroughly, along with the bones in the hall, until I was sure that my parents had lived here and that they had escaped from the camp.

Because I was on the wall of the room at the end of the second floor, I saw a photo, it was pasted in the corner, it was a family photo of our family of three, which was taken when I graduated from high school and my family traveled to Changbai Mountain.

They evacuated very suddenly, and it must have been urgent, and maybe my parents were not in the room at the time, so they escaped from the camp with the military.

This gave me the confidence that I put away the photos, folded the blood-soaked map, and walked on no matter how dangerous the trip was.

The highway out of the city is densely parked with all kinds of vehicles, many doors are open, and the keys are there, but unfortunately I can't drive.

I thought about getting the guns from the zombie soldiers, but I wouldn't use them, so I just thought about it.

At night, the zombies hid in the shadows, and I walked relatively smoothly, but then I saw a bicycle on the roof of a private car, and the rest of the road became easier.

I chose the paths in the fields, and occasionally encountered two or three wandering zombies during the day, and I rarely saw their shadows at night.

I turned on the radio for an hour every night, but seven days passed, and there was nothing but the murmur of electricity and nothing uplifting.

Fortunately, my route was correct, and at the edge of the red line on the map, there was a small town called Shawan Town, and it was right in front of me at the moment.

As night fell, the town was drowning in endless darkness, and I sighed that this place had also fallen, and the cracks of the buildings, in every darkest corner, were crowded with zombies.

But I was soon relieved again, at least there are no special zombies here that I can't feel, and these ordinary zombies have not been eaten by the same kind, maybe special zombies are like the legend of nine dogs and a mastiff, which is not so easy to be born.

I walked into a small supermarket on the street, saw that the shelves were empty, and thought that maybe my parents and their group of survivors had collected them when they passed by, and my worries were a little less.

I have passed through ten such towns or villages, but I have not encountered a single surviving living person, this is unreasonable, the northern villages and towns are far apart, like the farmland I passed by, it is no problem to hide a few people, even if you run into the mountains and forests, you can survive some, unless the military evacuation team passes through this area and takes all the survivors of these places away.

It was the only plausible explanation I could think of, and it made me even more convinced that my parents were still alive, hiding somewhere in the primeval forest.

Entering the northern wooded area, the villages along the way became more and more scarce, and often I walked for three days without seeing a single house.

Naturally, there are no zombies, and if the survivors want to avoid the forest, they are likely to choose to enter from the forest farm, which can also provide a house for the team to rest, and the survivors who need to eat, drink and sleep must be exhausted when they walk here.

The office of the forest farm is a row of bungalows, and there is a sign of so-and-so forest farm hanging at the gate of the yard, but I saw three zombies in the yard, and they were eating a wild boar.