"Smack", a box of instant noodles was thrown on the ground again, and the corner next to it was already full of all kinds of food brought out of those cleaned rooms, and even the buckets of water that people had installed on the water dispenser were carried back by Lin Zifeng with five or six buckets. Even the empty bottles were filled with water by him.

After cleaning up the zombies in the building, Lin Zifeng rested for a while, and then began to be busy like moving ants, and began to move everything he could find to his house one after another.

Food, water, clothes, medicines, and even a bundle of rope that had been turned out of an unknown corner were all brought back to his house like treasures. "Uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters, I'm sorry, don't blame me for taking your things, if you know from the spring, it's a waste to keep it anyway, it's better to use it for me." While muttering in his mouth, the movements of his hands did not stop, and he stuffed the gum from the pocket of a headless zombie into his pocket.

The looting was almost over, Lin Zifeng looked at the empty stairs, and thought of the houses downstairs with closed doors and didn't know the situation inside, and the zombies in the basement that were still colliding with each other, and he always felt a little uneasy. After thinking about it, he ran downstairs to find a few chairs, tied them together with ropes, and blocked the staircase that came up. "Now I can rest and rest peacefully, and then move out when I go down." Lin Zifeng patted the dust on his hands and closed the door with a "snap".

When he returned to the bedroom, he suddenly felt an irrepressible exhaustion welling up, and immediately collapsed on the bed. My heart, which has been tense since the evening, finally has a time to relax for a while. "I don't know how my parents are now, the gardener's clever kid should be fine," he muttered, then closed his eyes and gradually lost consciousness.

By the time Lin Zifeng woke up again, it was already afternoon, and the warm sunlight was shining obliquely on the window, and it seemed that it was still as warm as before.

The room was quiet, and he could faintly hear the chirping of unknown birds, which made him wonder if he had a dream. Lin Zifeng stretched out his hand and touched the long knife placed next to him, and the cold and hard scabbard made the previous scene resurface. The man at the door, the couple eating the children, the roaring figures in the basement, these corpses that should have died but were still alive, everything was a real reality, not a dream.

People are always like this, no matter how strong people are, when what is happening in front of them is beyond the boundaries of thinking, everyone will subconsciously run away, trying to deny the fact that it has happened.

Lin Zifeng didn't even want to open his eyes, as if he could return to this bloody reality later by lying down for a while. "Gollum", but the hunger in his belly refuses to stop, and every now and then reminds him that it is time to get up and eat something.

A few packets of biscuits, four ham sausages were soon left with only broken packaging, and a 500ml bottle of mineral water was also bottomed out, so Lin Zifeng burped and leaned back on the sofa. After eating and drinking enough, he gradually began to think about an imminent question, what should he do next?

In all fairness, as a good young man in society who has received a normal education since childhood, the most important thing to do at this moment is to wait for the government's rescue. While the corpse downstairs may be a sign of something not so good, the power of the government should not be so easily overwhelmed by the virus, and they must be a relatively easy group to gather more strength than ordinary people. The only thing to consider is how long you need to keep it up.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng began to count the materials he had, mainly food and water, looking at the bottles and cans full of appetite, and several large buckets full of pure water, it was roughly estimated that it was enough for him to live for about a week. But what if, after a week, all my supplies are exhausted, but the ideal rescue does not come, what should I do?

His thoughts began to wander, and he felt a little headache, so he couldn't sit still. casually picked up the mobile phone and started to check the network again, and found that there was still no signal, sliding the menu left and right, Lin Zifeng suddenly saw the icon of the radio. Radio! That's right, even if there is no Internet at this time, the communication tool of radio can still work, and maybe what news has been released!

He turned on the radio excitedly, but found that most of the channels were just messy noises, and patiently switched one by one, and finally heard the sound of the normal broadcast.

"Zi ~ everyone ~ Zi", Lin Zifeng immediately stopped his movements and listened carefully to this hard-won broadcast. "Citizens, this is the ~ Zi ~ z city radio station, please listen to this broadcast of the citizens, Zi Zi ~ try to stay at home and wait for the government to act. Seven days later, gather and evacuate from Tianma Square in front of the municipal government~" The sweet female voice was mixed with the sound of electricity that sounded from time to time, conveying a message that made Lin Zifeng extremely excited. The government is indeed gathering forces to prepare for the rescue, but when did this broadcast come about? He hurriedly listened carefully again, and the broadcast time at the end was actually two days ago! And the corpse in a white protective suit downstairs doesn't mean that rescue has come!

Lin Zifeng realized that the rescue in the place where he lived had failed, and there seemed to be no sign of a second rescue to this day. What should I do? According to what was said on the radio, four days from today is the time to gather and evacuate, do you want to go to Tianma Square through these dense zombies?

The reality is always that most of the time everyone does not have a choice. And the only thing we can do is to be forced to follow every path we have chosen.

There seems to be no other way. Lin Zifeng lowered his head bitterly, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth and lit it. The spicy smell of smoke ran down his throat and into his nose, making him cough with his head down. "I don't know why so many people smoke this thing, doesn't it mean that it can relieve the annoyance?" Lin Zifeng whispered, since he was a child, his stick education has never had anything to do with things like cigarettes, and the bag in his hand was also from the house on the third floor. The smoke was filled, but it gradually gave him an inexplicable sense of relaxation, and he smoked one puff after another, until the burned cigarette butt burned his fingers, and then he came to his senses.

Then wait for him for a few more days, and if no one comes on the fourth day, go to Tianma Square by yourself. Lin Zifeng got up and walked to the window, the sun shone on his sharply angled side face, squinted his eyes slightly, and quietly looked at the zombies walking aimlessly below.

He wants to live.

Zombies can't stop him.