The door of the supermarket quietly opened, and the entrance to the hallway, crowded with zombies, was facing the door.

The zombies had blocked the entire corridor, and the sound of heart-wrenching slaps and fingernails scratching the door made the entire supermarket permeate an unusually terrifying atmosphere, as if they were all around them, ready to pounce on Lin Zifeng's body and tear him to pieces.

Lin Zifeng walked a few steps, looked at the zombies roaring wildly near the entrance of the corridor less than twenty meters away from him, felt his heart tighten, and then stopped.

He didn't dare to go any further, and the blood he had been burning down when he entered the door began to cool down. There may be someone alive upstairs, probably the only survivor of this accident besides himself, but these zombies at the door are obviously beyond his ability. After all, he was just an ordinary person, lucky enough to survive that building. If it's just a few of them, you can try to solve them one by one secretly, but now that so many zombies are gathered together, even if you have a gun, I'm afraid you can't stop them from rushing together.

The zombies in front of him undoubtedly poured cold water on Lin Zifeng's heart that he desperately wanted to see the living, but he was a little unwilling to let him turn around and go back like this.

"What should I do, I can't just walk like this, I finally saw a living person." Lin Zifeng muttered quietly in his mouth, and his eyes began to wander around the rest of the supermarket, but he didn't find anything unusual. The shelves, which were still neatly arranged, were scattered with debris that had fallen in the chaos, and a half-filled shopping cart was parked alone in the aisle, next to a wreckage that had been eaten away from the bones. Even though he had seen this scene many times, he still felt a little unbearable, and staggered his gaze to look away.

There is also a corridor to the left of the supermarket entrance, which connects to the basement where the goods are stored, and the door is closed tightly on weekdays. Looking at the locked door, Lin Zifeng suddenly thought of a way, if he could attract those zombies into the basement, and find another opportunity to lock the door, wouldn't he be able to rescue the people upstairs? Thinking of this, he began to quietly walk to the left, passing by the cash register only to find that there was also a male corpse on the ground. The man lay on his back, a bloody hollow beneath his chest, his internal organs gone, and only a little flesh-stained leg bones remained in his broken clothes. may have seen Lin Zifeng, only his head was still intact, staring at the whites of his eyes, and his mouth was open, but he could only hiss with a ruptured trachea.

Lin Zifeng subconsciously looked down at the man who was very serious on weekdays, if he remembered correctly, he was the store manager here, but the fat belly was no longer there. A knife was plunged into his head, only to find a bunch of keys falling near his trouser leg. At this moment, Lin Zifeng understood the meaning of stepping on the iron shoes and finding nowhere to find them, and it took no effort to get them, maybe he was destined to save the people upstairs, but this process was really dangerous.

Reaching out and picking up the key on the ground, he stepped over the store manager's corpse, and quietly came to the door of the corridor at the end of the left side of the supermarket under the cover of the shelves.

An old-fashioned iron lock, which looked heavy, hung from a somewhat gray door, and the clean door stood out against the bloodstained walls around it.

Lin Zifeng leaned his back against the door, looked left and right, and then turned his gaze to the direction where the zombies gathered again. He stared vigilantly at the place blocked by the shelves, stared for a moment, and after finding that it did not attract the attention of the zombies, he took out the key he had just picked up on the ground.

As the minutes ticked by, he cautiously tried the keys one by one, for fear of making a little noise. With a crisp click, the lock was finally opened. Lin Zifeng gently pulled out the key, slowly took off the iron lock and put it in his pocket, and took out the mobile phone that had long since lost the signal. With a quick swipe of his finger on the screen, he opened the most annoying app on weekdays, the alarm clock, and looked at the time at this time, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Skillfully set the alarm clock in ten minutes, adjusted the sound to the maximum, and was about to throw the phone on the stairs behind the door, but Lin Zifeng suddenly thought of a question.

With the phone on the stairs, it seems unlikely that the zombies will run into the basement to give themselves a chance to close the door, right? But if you throw it into the basement, I'm afraid the sound won't attract the attention of the zombies at all. "What should I do, I can't yell and bring zombies all the way in." Lin Zifeng frowned, the zombies not far away were still banging on the door, maybe they would break into the door and tear the person to pieces in the next second, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. When I was thinking about what to do, I stared at the distance and suddenly noticed the fresh food cabinet a few steps away, and I gradually had an idea!

Since zombies love meat so much, give them enough to eat!

Although I don't know if it will work, but at the moment there is no other way, wait for a second more, and the people waiting for help above will be more dangerous!

Lin Zifeng tiptoed to the fresh food cabinet a few steps away, looked down at the full amount of raw meat inside, and slammed open the cover. The frozen meat still looks hard, and you can faintly smell blood. It doesn't feel very strong to him, but if this meat is thrown in front of the zombies, I'm afraid it will be a different scene. Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate anymore, and began to move all the meat he saw to the corridor connecting to the basement, and then began to throw down the stairs piece by piece until he reached the basement below the stairs. At this moment, Lin Zifeng suddenly thought of catching birds at his grandfather's house in the village when he was a child, and the grains of grain finally pointed to the basin supported by a wooden stick, and with a gentle pull of his hand, the stunned bird was trapped in the basin.

After about ten minutes of busy work, Lin Zifeng quietly pushed open the door and looked around, there was still nothing special happening, but the voice of the zombies not far away began to ease a little, could it be that he noticed the movement here? He didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly came out and opened the door, and then dropped the reset phone at the door, and inside the door was pieces of frozen meat thrown down the stairs. Maybe it's because in summer, the indoor temperature is relatively high, and the ground is already flowing with melted blood from the flesh, exuding a faint fishy smell.

"Didididi, Dididi, Dididi" A rush of alarm clocks suddenly sounded in a quiet supermarket, and Lin Zifeng hid behind the shelves not far away, staring nervously at the open door. The crowded corpses on the other side gradually began to quiet down, and the strange noise echoing in the supermarket made their simple brains subconsciously make judgments, and their bodies began to slowly walk in the direction of the basement.

The zombies walking in front were like wild dogs looking for food, and their stiff bodies suddenly began to become flexible when they smelled the smell of meat on the ground, and began to pour into the open iron door one by one. The one in front had just stopped and was about to crouch down to devour the frozen meat on the ground, and the one behind had already screamed and squeezed in. The zombies were squeezed together like human centipedes, and the tide flowed like a tide into the dark basement.

Lin Zifeng, who was observing not far away, was already a little stunned by the scene in front of him at this time, he didn't expect that the number of zombies far exceeded his expectations. Seeing that the last zombie had also entered the iron gate, but squatting on the ground and refusing to continue, Lin Zifeng quietly touched it, raised his knife and cut off the head of it that was gobbling up pieces of meat, and then kicked its body that had not yet fallen in.

"Bang", the iron door was tightly shut, and an iron lock clicked and hung on it.

"Whew, whew", just a few tens of seconds of action, but it seemed to exhaust Lin Zifeng's whole body strength. He gasped for air, his hands still pulling the iron door, and his body began to slowly relax.

He did it.