When people become zombies, their vision is weakened, and what makes up for them is a more acute sense of smell and hearing.

Any wind and grass, or a faint smell of live, can attract their attention, make them excited, and rush over at the first time.

A heavy rain that lasted for a day and a night left a glimmer of life for many survivors.

Zombies roam the streets in a daze, and the rain falls on the broken bodies with impunity.

They tilted their heads and froze for a moment, like poor lost people.

These "people" can no longer find their way home.

At this time, if you can muster enough courage to get out of your hiding place and come to the neighborhood to collect food, the chances of going undetected are much greater than usual.

Hunger fuels motivation, and many people have seized this rare opportunity.

Deeper nights...... Under the cover of night, people who shuttle through the long street like rats abound.

However, there are still those who are not lucky enough.

After returning, as soon as the iron door was locked, Wang Tu heard a terrible scream from not far away, "Ah...... Ah, spare me. ”

"Help, help...... Whining. ”

The screams of pain continued for a long time, as if they were going through the criminal law of Lingchi, tortured, but they could not die.

Among them is unimaginable pain, how can people think that one day, they will be eaten alive as food.

The rain fell more rapidly, and the night ...... It's also colder.

Wang Tu frowned, and his eyes were fixed on the coal tong behind the door, which had been placed in that position since it was brought back.

The liquid that remains on it has dried up.

He hesitated, clenched his fists, and after a moment, slowly let go.

"I can't save it...... My power is too small. ”

Individual heroism is tantamount to a moth to a fire.

The kings can see this.

Carrying his bag, he returned to his house, fumbled and took out a candle, lit it and put it on the table.

Regardless of getting wet, he first pulled out the battery in the flashlight, wrapped it in toilet paper, and put it in the coffee table drawer.

Undress and change into dry shorts.

He carried his bag in one hand, walked into the bedroom, and couldn't wait to pour the contents on the bed.

Potato chips, spicy bars, biscuits, bread, canned food...... There was even a selection of small snacks, drinks and liquor.

Looking at the fruitful harvest in front of him, Wang Tu suddenly felt that the pressure of the past few weeks had faded, and the nerves that had been maintaining a high level of tension for a long time began to relax.

Quickly tearing open the outer packaging of a ham sausage, Wang Tu took a bite and chewed happily.

This kind of starchy pork ham, which is the thickness of an adult's fist, is usually bought by families and is usually used for cold dressing.

But at this time, chewing in his mouth, the tender taste stimulates his taste buds, and he can't help but close his eyes, as if he is enjoying some rare human delicacy.

In one gulp, his choked esophagus straightened, and his forehead throbbed violently, he opened a can of beer and poured it down.

With a terrible speed, he finished destroying the ham, and then gnawed on the bread and spicy strips.

He couldn't remember how long he had eaten or how much he had eaten, and it wasn't until he was five minutes full that he stopped and licked the chili oil from the corner of his mouth.

Now he is far from meeting the conditions for a full meal, even if there is still a large amount of food in front of him, he has to suppress the desire in his heart to continue eating.

Be prepared to fight a protracted battle.

The rest of the things are sorted and put away in the cabinet.

Among them, the most energetic candies, Snickers bars, chocolates, as well as compressed biscuits and some vitamin lozenges were packed in a military satchel that he could carry with him.

He didn't take much liquor, only two bottles of high-strength grain wine, which he poured into the kettle he brought back when he retired.

After doing this, his whole body was very sore, and Wang Tu did a set of 200 push-up exercises in the living room, and he felt a lot more comfortable.

Lying on the couch, he took out a cigarette and lit it with a candle, smoking quietly, staring at the ceiling with a worried expression.

He was pondering the question of why the army had not yet appeared in the fallen city.

When the big army comes, you can join them, as long as you give a gun, then you can play a much greater role than now.

No matter how terrifying the zombies are, in the face of the torrent of mechanized steel, they are also a small straw under the gears, which can be crushed and crushed in an instant.

"But...... It's been two weeks. He couldn't figure it out and sighed deeply.

Loneliness is the best way to spend the fighting spirit, and time is good at creating loneliness.

Boredom, the king walked out of the house, took a candle, and went upstairs.

In this low building, there are only seven or eight residents, except for the landlord and Wang Tu, the others are employees of a nearby factory.

The factory is built on a hill not far away, which is a little higher than the dirt slope.

There is a shuttle bus to and from work. When the end times broke out, none of them had returned, so the building was empty.

The landlord is a woman in her early thirties, plump, spicy, with big natural brown waves, and usually loves to play mahjong.

In fact, she is very good, she often stir-fries two dishes and invites Wang Tu upstairs to drink.

Listening to the old Wang next door, she drank half a catty of white wine, and she was not drunk with beer, but she was only willing to drink beer with Wang Tu, and she blushed and said after two sips.

Wang Tu felt that she was so bad at drinking, and she kept drinking with herself, which was simply boring for herself.

You say you drink, what do you mean by old fish?

So the king disciples did not go again.

The last time the two saw each other was a week ago.

In her pajamas, her complexion was sickly pale, her well-maintained face was covered with a layer of miserable gray fibrous lines, her fangs peeking out of her red lips, and her black nails were as sharp as knives.

Hosts are among the first "carriers" of the virus.

Losing her mind, she came down from the upper floor and opened her mouth to the king.

The king tried to control her, thinking that there was still a chance to save her through treatment.

But she was like a wild dog, with a cruel scarlet glow in her eyes, and the wind struck her.

It was only then that Wang Tu discovered that the first batch of virus "carriers" were stronger and faster than the "companions" infected and replicated by them, and they also had the ability to recover quickly.

For example, the landlord stabbed her in the heart and abdomen with a watermelon knife, and the wound healed in just a few minutes.

In a fight with her, Wang Tu took advantage of the terrain and wasted a lot of strength to win, and was almost injured.

In the end, Wang Tu cut off her head with his own hands.