Thunder rumbled, raindrops hit the water, rippling countless small ripples, and the whistling wind carried the rapid and dense sound of rain dripping.

Jing Yuan walked on the cobblestone path with his feelings, wrapped in a sweatshirt on his head, and wrapped his head tightly, like a local tyrant from Arabia, but the real local tyrant has a special car to pick him up when he goes out, and if he is in a hurry, he can still call a helicopter, and he, a poor poor ghost, can only rely on his own feet, step by step on this muddy road.

It was dark and cold outside, and the smell of the chemical mixture was less pronounced, but rather the smell of moist earth and saltiness like the sea breeze.

Looking down, the accumulated rainwater had soaked up to the place of his knee socket, and the water level was about half a meter high.

Every time he lifted his foot, water would get into his shoes, causing his shoes to fall off his feet with a heavy weight during one step, and they were almost washed away by the water.

Luckily, he reacted quickly and poked the shaft of his spear into the mouth of his shoe and picked it back.

These military shoes are larger than his foot size, and there is nothing wrong with wearing them on weekdays, but in such extreme situations, they will easily fall off.

Helpless, he could only run to the bench in the community that had not been flooded, step on the chair, pour out the bulging water in the shoes, and then beat the shoelaces into a lump of dead knots three times inside and three times outside.

The feeling of soaking in ice water is really uncomfortable, leaving the room, every thunder in the sky is so terrifying, if this thunder is split on the top of the head, if it does not give him the skin to be scorched, baked into a piece of black charcoal?

He thought that if he hadn't died, the president of Black Toothpaste would have invited him to speak for him.

He leaned against the wall as much as he could, holding on to it with one hand to avoid falling, and holding a flashlight in the other to illuminate the front.

Walking on this road, he looked back on his life and thought to himself that he had never made a poisonous oath to so-and-so that if I changed my mind, he should have the right to be protected in accordance with the law.

Perhaps his lawsuit was really useful, when the lightning spread out hideous branches in the sky, he only split a large cypress tree more than 30 meters away from him and smoked, without giving him a Thunderbolt King exclusive package.

Thousands of rain threads as thin as silver needles fell from the beam, and Jing Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, groped, and came to the door of the community smoothly.

The streets outside are also full of water, but the water level is lower than in the community, only to the calf.

He paused for a moment, leaning on his memory to determine where he was going.

Leaning on the wind-swept telephone poles, street lamps and buildings as signposts, he soon set out for his journey.

This part of the road is quite safe, and you don't have to worry about stepping on the air and breaking a comminuted fracture.

The asphalt road built by modern man is quite flat, and he can walk with peace of mind.

But further along, there are some troubles.

Ahead you had to cross a bombed area overgrown with weeds, full of hidden potholes, and under the cover of muddy sewage, it was impossible to see where the road was.

He had to move forward with extreme caution, and for that he had to repeatedly test the fan-shaped area in front of him with his feet with each step

He only took one foot at a time, and when he made sure that his feet were on the ground, he retracted his hind feet and stood still, and he would never dare to alternate between his left and right feet as he normally walked.

In just a few hundred meters, he felt like he had walked for a century, but fortunately he passed without danger.

Moving on, there is the crumbling arch bridge.

Sure enough, when he reached the bridge, he saw the collapsed bridge, the whole bridge collapsed in the middle, and the bricks and cement fell to the bottom of the river, and the twisted steel bars were exposed to the wind under the wash.

This is probably the hardest level he's faced so far.

The previously dry riverbed was filled with rushing water, dead branches, rotten furniture, tree stumps, and even a zombie that was overwhelmed by the water...

During the time he was observing, many things drifted past him.

The swept away zombie served as a good reference, allowing him to judge the deepest part of the river up to his waist.

This height... No problem!

He had walked this section twice, just along the bridge.

He took off his homemade spear from his back, used the pestle on the ground as a crutch, and stepped into the river.

The mud made it a little difficult for him to walk, a few broken branches hung from his clothes, rotting leaves stuck to his face, and his whole body was soaked with muddy water.

A broken stump hit him in the stomach under the torrent, and the bark and trunk torn by the wind were sharp, like a thick spike, and the large trench coat on his body had been cut into a deep cut.

If it weren't for this garment as a cushion, I'm afraid this tree trunk would have plunged directly into his belly, giving him a pair of intestines to wear.

He thought that if he had pain and consciousness, he would not be able to survive this journey, and that the pain and loss of warmth in his hands and feet would make it impossible for him to move forward.

But he doesn't feel any pain now, so he just needs to keep the idea going.

He greeted the baptism of rain, wind, thunder and lightning, and walked forward steadfastly.

The purpose of life has never been so clear, for more than twenty years, he never seems to know what he wants, he is always pushed away, but now he knows exactly where he is going, where he is going back.

When he finally came to the shore, he took off his windbreaker, which had increased several times because of the weight of water absorption, tore off the sweatshirt wrapped around his head, and pressed the flashlight switch, but where could the flashlight still be used when it entered the water, and no matter how much he pushed it, he couldn't shoot a trace of light.

Well, it's not far from the supermarket, passing by the small square in front, which is the shopping street, and he picked up the garbage in the shopping street for an afternoon the day before yesterday, he is very familiar with this place, and there is no need to use a flashlight anymore.

Throwing away the extra clothes, he traveled light.

The soaked white vest clings to his skin, accentuating the contours of his muscles, carrying a rifle and travel bag, and holding iron guns and pistols, as if he is going to kill the zombies.

The zombies are really here, the three zombies who are sculptures in the small square, moving around the flower stands around the fountain.

It seems that because of the rain for a day and a night, their bodies have become stronger, and their originally shriveled skin and atrophied muscles have actually bulged, but their bodies emit a stronger smell of rot and sourness, and pieces of black rotten flesh hanging on the white bones of the forest droop downward.

Under the light of thunder, they resemble three blue-faced demons seeking their lives.

If Kyung-won wants to pass this road, he must meet these three zombies.

Although these zombies will not actively attack him, the road in front of him is very narrow, and you must get close to these zombies to squeeze through.

Inexplicably, a fire lit up in his heart, he was originally a good social animal, although he didn't live a lot of wealth, but he couldn't afford to eat or wear clothes.

Why did this unfortunate thing have to find him, why did he have to brave the heavy rain and these disgusting zombie stickers!

TMD！

Why!

Even an old angry bag like him can't bear it anymore.

He pulled out his pistol, removed the silencer, and pulled the trigger on the head of the nearest zombie.

Bang!!!

There was a roar of gunfire, the needle hit the bullet, the chamber burst into sparks, the bronze shell ejected, and the bullet spun and shot out.

A black flower of blood bloomed on the zombie's head, and the zombie fell to the ground.

In the game, this is a critical hit, and the damage is tripled!

The other two zombies were immediately attracted by the sound of gunfire, and their speed was much faster than the previous old, weak, sick and disabled, almost the same as the speed of an adult running.

Kyungwon fired another shot, but this shot didn't kill the zombie, just made it pause, and at the same time, another zombie had already rushed to him.

Spear Thrust!

The iron spear pierced the zombie's eye socket and shattered its brain!

The remaining one was not afraid, he tripped it with the barrel of his gun, then stepped on the man's chest, twisted his wrist with the tip of the gun pointing down, and pierced it through its right eye with all his might, and drove it straight into the skull.

Slowly pulling out his spear, he stopped looking at the zombies and continued to walk forward.