Chapter 8 Don't Trust Anyone in the Last Days

For a week, many people's families have eaten all the food in their homes, and the timid ones continue to drink white rice porridge, and the bold ones form gangs and make appointments to go out together to find supplies.

Three teams of people have been gathered in the owner group, one of which is from Liang Yingsheng's building.

After glancing at the time, Liang Yingsheng squatted on the balcony in advance with a telescope, and soon, she saw four strong men coming out of another unit in the opposite building.

All four had strips of cloth wrapped around their arms and legs, and two wore helmets.

Each person was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, but the team had just walked less than a hundred meters before they were discovered by zombies.

The two people walking behind were frightened and ran back, the remaining two people were slower, one had been thrown to the ground by the zombie, and the other was about to reach the door downstairs, but the two teammates locked him out for fear of death.

Soon, he was pounced on by the zombies that were chasing him, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Even after experiencing eight rebirths and witnessing such a scene, Liang Yingsheng couldn't help but be shocked.

This is the human heart.

As long as those two people open the door, even if there is a crack, he will not die.

"Sister......

Taking a deep breath, Liang Yingsheng looked at his delicate younger brother, "Liang Zhimo, let me warn you again, don't trust anyone in the last days." ”

In the owner group, the two teams that originally planned to leave later found excuses to resign, and many people scolded the two men for being selfish.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in vain.

Glancing at Liang Zhimo, Liang Yingsheng turned on the surveillance installed in advance, and instantly saw the woman standing at the door.

It was Yang Xianglian, a resident on the same floor as her, a well-known long-tongued woman.

There are four households on each floor of the community, and Liang Yingsheng only has three families on this floor, she and Yang Xianglian, and one family is an elderly couple who traveled to other places last month.

"Is Miss Liang here, we don't have anything to eat at home, I want to buy some with you."

When I went home, I bumped into Yang Xianglian, and now it's obviously unrealistic to pretend that there is no one at home.

Seeing that no one responded, the knock on the door became louder, and in a trance, Liang Yingsheng even felt that the zombies downstairs were restless.

This stupid lack!

Afraid that Yang Xianglian would continue to knock on the door, Liang Yingsheng replied against the door: "Sorry, no." ”

"No, on the night of the 17th, I bumped into you carrying two big boxes home!"

Liang Yingsheng was a little impatient, "Sanitary napkins, what's the matter, does Aunt Yang need it?" ”

Through the surveillance, Liang Yingsheng could see the embarrassed look on Yang Xianglian's face.

"You and your brother are both young people, you should like to stock up on food, sell me some, and it's not that you don't give money."

"No, Aunt Yang, if you are not afraid of attracting zombies, you can continue to knock on the door."

Seeing that Liang Yingsheng had no intention of opening the door, Yang Xianglian scolded and left.

In addition to her and her husband, Yang Xianglian's family also has a son who is not educated and has no skills, and he is still gnawing at home in his thirties.

However, her husband is retired from a public institution with a high pension, and the husband and wife dote on their children, so they feel that there is nothing wrong with raising them all the time.

At this time, it is estimated that the family's food has been eaten up by his son, right?

"Sister, I think that Aunt Yang will still come."

"Hmph, definitely."

Fortunately, when she bought supplies, they were directly put into the space, and if Yang Xianglian was found out by moving them with her bare hands, I am afraid that the whole community would know that she had more supplies.

The temperature is gradually rising, and the number of power outages is increasing, and from time to time, there are even water outages.

Liang Yingsheng checked the power of all the charging equipment again, and filled the container at home with water.

Immediately, he dug a deep pit with Liang Zhimo in the carry-on space, and moved the septic tank that had been prepared before to build a toilet.