Leng Yang left the rooftop and returned to his nest again, at this time he was very sad, sad for himself and for mankind. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the entire city, and now Leng Yang only knows about himself and the people in that car, and maybe there are many survivors like him in the city. But in the tide of zombies, the number of human beings is so bleak.

Just as Leng Yang was lying on the bed and about to fall asleep, he heard a faint sound coming from downstairs. It was only thanks to the fact that the city had stopped functioning and Leng Yang had killed all the zombies that could make sounds, so he could hear it.

There is only one possibility, that is, the zombies downstairs are moving, Leng Yang got up and came to the blocked corridor, sure enough, there was the sound of zombies under the corridor, and the zombies were going upstairs.

Leng Yang was taken aback, this corridor was blocked by him tightly, and he often checked it some time ago, but then the zombies never went upstairs, so he didn't care, it turned out that the escape still had to face the reality after all.

Leng Yang didn't look at it again, he returned home, pushed out some sundries from the floor again, climbed into bed, took out the old-fashioned alarm clock he took from someone else's house and set the time, he wanted to sleep for a while, just three hours, so that there was hope for the next step, to escape from the house, a plan that he had thought about countless times in his mind but never acted on.

Three hours later, at about half past three in the morning, it was the darkest time, Leng Yang woke up, he didn't rely on the alarm clock, the biological clock in his brain automatically reminded him that he didn't live before, and he was no longer qualified to sleep until he woke up naturally, he was now living in the last days, this damn life is in the last days.

Leng Yang went to listen to the voice of the zombies again, fortunately, there are a lot of them below, but the zombies can only rely on luck to push away some of the debris piles, and when the objects slide down by gravity, there is still time, and they are not much higher than at the beginning.

Leng Yang began to count his equipment. Needless to say, after several battles, the clothes have already been chosen, a thermal underwear, a silk shirt, a woolen sweater, mixed with their own smoothed aluminum biscuit box aluminum sheets, a neighbor's leather coat, I don't know if it's true or not, I'm putting on my own military coat outside. After this period of exercise, I was basically able to move freely.

Jeans with high-top military boots, these are all prepared by him a long time ago, they are all clean, and he usually doesn't wear them at home, because he knows that one day he will encounter such a situation, it is difficult to go out at home for a thousand days, and maybe there will be few opportunities to wear clean clothes in the future.

A high-replica U.S. Army backpack with some must-haves for post-apocalyptic survival. A Swiss Army knife, a watch (not on the wrist but in a breast pocket), two disposable lighters, the bag of phosphorus laundry detergent found in the rented room, a bag of cotton, gauze was rarely still carried. Safflower oil, Contec 2 versions, ethylene spiramycin capsules 4 editions (this is the antibiotic). A bottle of iodine wine (at the beginning it was useless to keep it, iodine wine is harder to find in the wild than white vinegar), a bag of tea, and finally a bag of salt and an old-fashioned torch with two batteries.

He thought about it, but put a pen and a small notebook inside, as well as some fishing lines he found at the neighbor's house. Originally, the book said that a sewing kit was prepared, but Leng Yang hesitated for a long time before bringing it, because he didn't know how to use it, if he hadn't seen other living people yesterday, he wouldn't have been ready to ask for this to occupy valuable space. With the addition of two pairs of gloves that can be put on just one by one, Leng Yang's equipment is complete.

On the upper level of the backpack, he put in two bottles of mineral water, fifteen chocolates, fifteen hard candies (this was the last reserve he remembered to keep. In the pocket of his jacket he put small pieces of bacon, which can be used as a shield and as salt.

Now the food is also ready, Leng Yang is not ready to take away the shield, there are better substitutes for this unexpected side, and light action is the first.

Taking the iron fork stick into his arms, Leng Yang sat at his computer desk, touching this friend who had accompanied him for many years, this was once the place where he stayed for the longest time, whether it was online or gaming, he galloped freely in his own world, but now, no, in fact, when the end began, his world had been broken, and now he no longer needs this virtual world,

He slowly picked up the old Nokia mobile phone that had long been out of battery, and this mobile phone had accompanied him for many years, from the beginning of the daily phone calls and text messages, to the later, spam text messages that only came once every ten days and half a month. From the envy of friends to the new mobile phone to the fact that they have to avoid others when they answer the phone, it has accompanied Leng Yang step by step, in fact, it is not a portrayal of Leng Yang.

Leng Yang thought about it and stuffed it into his pants bag as usual, he took it with him every time he went out, there was no electricity and nothing, anyway, it had not been a long time since the phone rang.