Chapter 7: Don't Hurt Us by Sending Yourself to Your Death
It was very noisy on the other end of the phone, and Liang Yingsheng could hear the complaints of adults and the cries of children.
"Random?"
"Shengsheng, I'm sorry that the phone was broken two days ago and I didn't have time to change it, only to see your phone text message, how are you now, I read the news that almost all the big cities in the country have fallen, and I was going to drive back, but the high-speed national highways were blocked and I could only find a place to hide temporarily."
After taking a sip of coffee, Liang Yingsheng replied in a low voice: "The situation is not good, where are you?" ”
"At the resort dozens of kilometers away from Jiangcheng, I stayed in a farmhouse, surrounded by a fence, which was quite safe."
It is not at will, many people who can't go home in time will probably choose hotels to escape, in fact, farmhouse is the best choice.
Most farmhouses have their own vegetable plots and fish ponds, so you don't have to worry about eating them.
"Feel free, there will be a few small shelters around Jiangcheng in a month at most, don't trust anyone to find a way to stay in the shelter, I will find you."
There was still a loud voice on the other side, and after a long time, the phone was interrupted.
Liang Yingsheng stared at the darkened mobile phone screen for a while.
"How's that casual?"
Liang Zhimo handed over a hot bun, saw Liang Yingsheng sitting on the ground, and casually threw the pillow to her.
"Safe for now."
She is different from the heroines of those novels, she has parents and relatives, and she has friends worthy of deep friendship, and in this last days, she has more concerns.
I only hope that everyone will live to the end of the world!
On the third day of the last days, electricity and water have not been cut off, and the number of zombies outside has only increased.
Just a few minutes ago, a grandmother who lived in the opposite building found her son in the zombie crowd and forcibly pushed open the door of the unit and rushed out, and the grandmother was almost instantly overwhelmed by the zombie crowd.
No one has closed the unit door in the opposite community, and many zombies have already poured into the unit building.
Liang Yingsheng was eating French fries with an expressionless face, seeing Liang Zhimo frowning, he smiled coldly, and said ruthlessly: "This is called deserved, no accident, most of the residents in the opposite building will be killed by that old grandmother." ”
Sure enough, some people in the owner group have already been scolded.
'Is there something wrong with the old lady Zhao on the second floor?' Damn, now the zombies have come to my door, and I'm so scared that I can't move under the covers. ’
"That old immortal thing, don't hurt us by sending yourself to death, are there any warriors in our building to drive the zombies away?" ’
'1104 owner, are you funny, you go and be this warrior, I will definitely bring the whole family to applaud you. ’
To Liang Yingsheng's surprise, she actually received a WeChat message from her ex-boyfriend Chen Qingke.
'Are you okay, Xiaoxue and I are worried about you. ’
Huh——
Liang Yingsheng rolled his eyes.
"Shengsheng, Xiaoxue and I forgot to prepare food, do you have it there, can you share some of us?" ’
sick.
Liang Yingsheng did not reply, but directly blacked Chen Qingke.
A man who can't control the lower half of his body, a green tea who robs his roommate's boyfriend, a bitch with a scumbag, I wish them to become one of the zombies quickly!
Liang Yingsheng was extremely glad that he and Chen Qingke had only held hands a few times, otherwise, he would have been disgusted to death by this pair of dog men and women before he was bitten to death by zombies.
A week after the end of the world, the water and electricity have not been cut off, but they have begun to limit the use of electricity, and there will always be a power outage for several hours in these two days.
At the end of May, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and after taking out half a piece of watermelon from the refrigerator and cutting it, Liang Yingsheng returned to the sofa to catch up on the drama with Liang Zhimo.
The vegetable seeds in the carry-on space have been sprinkled into the ground, perhaps because the soil is special, and it has only begun to germinate in just two days.
"Sister, how long do you say it will be completely cut off from water and electricity?"
"No more than a week at the latest."
Nibbling on the watermelon, Liang Yingsheng took out her mobile phone, these days she will go to various groups to read chat records when she has time, especially the community owner group, which is comparable to the scene of a large-scale ethics drama.