Brother Long is a relatively famous figure among the people in the mixed society in Chengnan District.

He has a bald head, a beer belly, tattoos all over his back, arms, and a large gold chain the thickness of a thumb around his neck.

In these years, if you come out to mix, you can play without any use, and it is easy to get in.

Therefore, among the people in this way, those who are clever and have strong vision can be more famous and more popular.

Brother Long is such a person, he is exquisite, and he has acquaintances everywhere.

All kinds of businesses are involved, and they are willing to spend money, so they are not generally good.

It's a pity that the recent investigation is strict, even if it is him, he has to stay in the bureau for a few days and sit down.

The ass hasn't been heated yet, the end of the world is coming, and the streets are full of zombies screaming and eating people's meat.

A few yellow hairs who had just been released were forced back after taking a few steps and fell to the ground, and the group of zombies with black heads and bloody faces overwhelmed them.

The first batch of people to be infected, regardless of occupation or gender, can be anyone.

Brother Long has seen the world, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger, and he used a stool to knock over several on the spot.

After the bureau was cleaned up, he first took the key to take the gun and ammunition in the chaos, and then gathered the fleeing people and hid in place.

Iron gates, iron windows, and high walls make it impossible for zombies to enter.

It became a solid refuge.

Later, Brother Long led people to gather food and weapons, forming a small force of more than 30 people.

Zhang Qiang, who broke in the door, became one of them and was accepted by Brother Long as a cronie.

Brother Long felt that Zhang Qiang, the old boy, looked like a stuffy gourd, and he was really bold.

Everyone else took advantage of the rainy night to run out to get food. He could do it and run several kilometers to pry the door of the police station.

The head is so hard, and it's ...... A normal person's brain can't give birth to this kind of thinking.

Danger lurks out there.

People hid and slept at night, and during the day and rainy days, they sent people to sneak out and raid nearby supermarkets, convenience stores and even vegetable markets.

Want to die...... Easy, surviving, hard.

Under the psychological effect of fear, it is very easy to help people breed evil thoughts, especially after seeing bloody scenes, the three views will be quietly distorted.

And fragile human nature, under the hunger and desire to survive, will gradually disappear.

As time went on, the survivors, who had endured multiple tortures, began to feel pleasure and vent their panic by bullying their fellow citizens.

Under the dominance of this terrible thinking, the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the police shelter have suffered.

The child is slightly better, has a small goal, is agile, can play a role, and can reflect value.

Not so with the elderly, who have weak legs and feet and cannot go out in search of food.

It's hard for each other, if you don't get close to each other, who wants you to eat for nothing?

Such a person will be beaten and scolded.

Some were even beaten to death.

The women were thin and did what they could, sewing clothes in shelters or cooking.

If you look good, you will inevitably be targeted, in order to survive, you can beg for a bite to eat, and it is nothing to sacrifice who you sleep with.

There are about ten managers led by Brother Long, who behave cruelly, exploit to the fullest, and have a few guns in their hands, and no one will be disobedient.

Not only did they kill zombies, but they also killed a lot of people.

The corpse was thrown along the wall, and after a while, it was gnawed and inhuman, who would be held accountable.

People are accustomed to oppression, and as long as they are given room to breathe, they will not be too prone to the idea of "rebellion".

Life has passed.

Until this morning, the roar of the engine suddenly sounded from outside.

It sounded like it wasn't far away, and the whole shelter was boiling all at once.

Brother Long rushed out of the house with his pants in one hand, held the pistol in the other hand, and yelled, "Where did the car come from?" ”

He heard that it was a large-displacement engine, thought that the army tanks were coming, and turned pale with fright.

In the past two weeks, he has committed enough evil deeds to shoot more than 100 times.

"It's the other side of the road...... It was as if the car stopped, and then it didn't move. Someone next to him answered.

"Let someone take a look." After Brother Long finished speaking, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

I'm also muttering, when the army came, why didn't I hear the gunshots, could it be that I was thinking too much?

A younger brother climbed to the highest place, didn't see the clue, and shouted down in a low voice: "The third floor is invisible, the house is blocked." ”

Brother Long scratched his bald head, wandered in place for a few steps, raised his neck and asked, "Are there many zombies outside?" ”

"It's really nonsense...... "The little brother upstairs has been used to being domineering these days, and the dirty sentences are thrown out without thinking about it."

It was Brother Long who looked down and asked carefully, and hurriedly bowed his waist and said with a smile: "Brother Long, don't mind, it's not yours." There are many zombies...... Not much in general. ”

After saying that, he was full of slander in his heart.

The heart said that you just threw a woman who played to death out early in the morning, and it would be hellish if there were fewer zombies outside.

Brother Long was impatient, and he was not in the mood to settle accounts with the younger brother, so he immediately pointed out a person.

"You, go out and have a look."

The man was in his twenties, where did he dare to go out at this time, he was so frightened that he was about to cry, and hurriedly said, "Brother Long, please spare me." ”

Brother Long didn't care about him so much, he immediately loaded the bullet and said coldly: "Go out, if you run fast, you may not die." But if you don't go, you're going to die. ”

The little brother next to him kicked over fiercely and scolded: "Damn, do you think you can die if you don't go?" ”

Bullets are precious, and these people have tortured and killed several disobedient people by cruel means.

The atmosphere was at a stalemate, and someone approached on the side.

"Brother Long, I'll go."

It was actually Zhang Qiang.

Brother Long had a good impression of him, but he didn't know the bottom of his heart, and he really wanted to know the situation outside, so he persuaded half-truthfully: "It's dangerous, you can't go." ”

Zhang Qiang said nothing, borrowed a machete from others, checked it in his hand, and walked out.

"Don't worry, I'll take notice."

As he spoke, he had already reached the door, and the doorkeeper next to him hurriedly pushed the heavy iron door open a half-man-wide slit.

"Safety first." Brother Long hugged his fist at Zhang Qiang and shouted heroically: "Brother, when you come back, brother will give you the new girls." ”

In recent days, they have not only collected food, but also brought back many survivors.

Those people, without exception, are in the mouth of the tiger.

On the streets, there are far more zombies than expected.

They wander around and fill every corner.

Fortunately, the unknown sound of the car engine attracted them, and many zombies began to gather excitedly in the direction of the sound source.

People are good at adapting to the environment, and this is the more than ten days and nights that the end times are coming, so Zhang Qiang and other survivors basically know how to reduce their attention.

As he walked down a hidden alley with his machete in his hand, the strong smell of feces began to drift into the air.

There was excrement at the door, and he wiped a few handfuls on his body.

Five minutes later, Zhang Qiang appeared on the side corner of a building.

Straight ahead, heavy machinery, half hidden behind a cedar tree, is quietly parked at the edge of the green belt.

After the zombies gathered in the vicinity, the source of the sound disappeared, the smell of food was not noticed, and they went elsewhere in disappointment.

Waited silently for a long time, until there was not a single zombie within twenty meters of the car, Zhang Qiang jumped out of the window and approached the car.

Grab the mirror, climb a little higher, and look into the cab. The appearance is delicate, and a nervous face is also looking out.

Looking at each other, one expression became curious, and the other became disappointed.

Not the military...... It's not the military.

The girl rolled the window open a crack and whispered, "Are you being chased by zombies?" ”

After hesitating, Zhang Qiang nodded and said, "Hmm." ”

"Then come up." With that, the girl unlocked the door.

This car is more precious than any shelter, and if you get your hands on it, you don't have to be afraid of more zombies.

His eyes flashed, and he found that there was an unarmed girl left in the car, and Zhang Qiang suddenly had evil thoughts.

Brother Long acted arrogantly and domineering, harming the survivors, and Zhang Qiang couldn't stand it for a long time.

It's not pity, it's that he doesn't want to be a little brother like this.

Go out and sweep, play with women, drink and eat meat for fun...... In ancient times, these acts were fucking bandits.

It's just that it's okay to be a bandit, why should Lao Tzu be a minion?

He was jealous, and he had to bow his head because of his obscenity, but in fact, in his heart, he wished to kill Brother Long quickly.

Zhang Qiang is a typical man with a cowardly, narrow-minded, and selfish character.

The person inside took the initiative to open the door, but his companion was not there, which made Zhang Qiang's heart pound.

Great opportunity.

Thinking like this, Zhang Qiang didn't hesitate too much, opened the door, turned over and sat in, and locked it with his backhand.

I was about to put the knife on the girl's neck and take ownership of the car, but there was a hard touch under my feet.

He looked down suspiciously, and froze.

And at this time, not far from the mining truck, a combination of three people and one dog was cleaning up the zombies along the way and returning with a full load.