The zombies downstairs finally opened the door to the upstairs, Leng Yang clearly saw that the heaviest and largest cabinet on the stairs was broken by the zombies, and with the influence of gravity, many debris slid down, although it overwhelmed many zombies, but Leng Yang knew that he had no time, and there were five or six hours at most, and the zombies would come up.

Back at home, Leng Yang was a little confused, was he finally going to embark on an unknown journey? Where can this vast world accommodate him?

Leng Yang's house is the kind of old-fashioned residential building, the buildings are densely packed together, he stood on the balcony and looked down, just about two meters from the balcony on the second floor, there is the platform of another building.

In the past, when the zombies first appeared, Leng Yang blocked the corridor thinking that he could go down from here. But he now knows that thoughts are just thoughts after all, just like he often thinks about waking up to the power of the world and getting drunk on the knees of beautiful women.

"Poof" Leng Yang spit out a mouthful of phlegm, gritted his teeth, or began to prepare, tied the torn sheets to the masonry of the balcony, anyway, it is just dawn now, and it is good to not be able to see clearly below, at least be less afraid.

When everything was ready, Leng Yang turned on the flashlight and looked at his nest again, although this house is not as comfortable and convenient as most people's homes, although it is dilapidated and old, but this is Leng Yang's secluded place.

Leng Yang has a fear of heights, and he doesn't even know if the sheets on TV can be strong enough for him to climb down two floors, and maybe he will fall to his death before he can go out. The flashlight in his hand pointed at the bottle of rainwater. The bottle of rain that the cold sun has not dared to move.

No matter so much, Leng Yang resolutely stepped forward, unscrewed the lid and drank, if there was a problem, it was better to die in his own house. He was really afraid that he would be killed by falling, and the so-called escape route was not reliable at all, because he didn't think about it so much at the time, he only knew that he would die if he didn't block the zombies in the corridor.

And now, forced by reality, he has to embark on this unknown road, and he has to think about it so much. The water had a little taste of white vinegar, Leng Yang smacked his lips, and drank it in one gulp.

After a few minutes, Leng Yang didn't feel any discomfort in himself, this time he was single, simply took off his clothes all over his body, and took a bath with the rest of the water, while washing, he listened to the sound of the zombies downstairs constantly pushing away the debris, during this time, Leng Yang's nerves were a lot tougher.

In fact, it's not that he's so struggling, it's that he's made old mistakes again, and he always makes excuses for himself to escape, but the zombies don't give him a chance again and again.

In the end, Leng Yang put on his equipment and checked what he was bringing again, and finally there was no reason to subconsciously grind, the reason in his mind kept threatening his inertia with zombies, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the bunk sheets in his hand, and finally stepped out of the balcony.

Leng Yang's hands began to tremble again, the hairs on his body stood up, he felt that he would fall down the next moment, and involuntarily his hands held the sheets tightly, and the green tendons burst out. I didn't dare to move my whole body.

"Calm down, I want to be calm, not afraid, not afraid. Reboot, server reboot. Leng Yang shouted silently. He let go of his left hand, ready to grab the sheet a little below.

When he grabbed the sheets with his left hand, Leng Yang found that his right hand was holding on to the sheets and couldn't let go. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the server has restarted, it has been restarted." Leng Yang kept hitting his right hand lightly with his head, he didn't dare to bite it with his mouth, for fear that the smell of blood would attract zombies.

I don't know how long it took, maybe only a minute or two, maybe a long time, but at this time, in Leng Yang's heart, it was no less than several hours of torment, and finally, his right hand could move.

Leng Yang closed his eyes, didn't dare to look down, his right hand touched and fell, and he grabbed the sheets tightly, he dared to open his eyes, put all his weight on the right, and lowered his left hand again to grab the sheets below, that's all. It was only two or three meters to the next floor, and he climbed for a full fifty minutes.

After another half an hour, Leng Yang finally stood on the balcony on the 4th floor. His first reaction was very commendable, he rolled on the spot, got up and pushed the cabinet in the room to the door to block the door.

But in less than five minutes, Leng Yang regretted it, although the backpack was very powerful, and the Dongdong inside was not crushed, but the zombies outside the door hit one after another, indicating that he had completely failed this battle.

He moved the cabinet too loudly, and the hallway was full of zombies and began to push the door hard. "Fairy board, shit, fuck it!" A series of trash words came out of Leng Yang's mouth, he thought that he was doing everything he could, and the result was such a comprehensive method.

Seeing the big holes on the door panel that were grabbed by the zombies, Leng Yang began to look for things that could be used all over the house, and the balcony on the 4th floor was about two meters away from the opposite rooftop. But now, the sky is already dawning, Leng Yang looked down, and immediately shrank his head and honestly looked for tools.

The stool, no, it's too short, the locker, it's still too short. Leng Yang was a little anxious, in the room, from the living room to the bedroom, and then to the kitchen, the family's decoration is still the popular floor tiles for more than 20 years, which are densely decorated with small stones, and there is no money to be old-fashioned furniture. I can't find anything that Leng Yang can use.

Leng Yang sat on the edge of the bed, looking sideways at the window, there was no way to enter the sky and no door, this was cool. The zombies outside the door seemed to be more powerful than the previous zombies, and Leng Yang heard the sound of the wooden door rattling, which meant that the entire door was broken.

He propped up his hands, ready to fight the zombies, he was definitely going to die anyway, it was better to kill a few than a few, anyway, it was better to be bitten to death than to be thrown to death, at least he could die in battle with dignity.

Just when Leng Yang began to think about something, "How many years is the new calendar, Leng Yang, as a member of the human race, died in battle..."No way, this is the sequelae of reading too many novels, and his hand unconsciously pressed the bed.

Leng Yang stood up suddenly, by the way, this is an old-fashioned bed, it is a bandage bed, the same as Leng Yang's family, Leng Yang's head turned, a bed is about two meters long, and the two ends are wooden, which can be fixed, these two beds are long enough.

Thinking of it, Leng Yang immediately threw all the bed boards in the bedroom into the living room, and finally directly pushed the screwdriver into it for 6 pieces, and with the sound of his tapping, the zombies naturally became even more crazy.

And Leng Yang, who has hope, will no longer put zombies in his eyes, he slept with zombies some time ago, and his nerves have already been exercised.

"Huhu" Leng Yang gasped heavily, this four-meter-long combination door panel is not heavy, but it is not good to exert himself, and when he put the door panel on one end and finally put it on the opposite rooftop, he was already tired and sweating, and the bath that he had finally taken in the morning was all wasted.

Leng Yang was still a little afraid, this stretch bed would not break even if he stood on it, but it was at home, and it was ten meters high hanging in the air below, he thought about it, and found a lot of ropes in the room to fix the door panel at this end.

The last moment came, and the zombies were about to rush in in a while, even if Leng Yang had a safer way, he didn't have time to implement it. Leng Yang knelt on the door panel with his legs, and his eyes couldn't help but be dizzy when he saw the scene below through the gap in the bandage,

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the server has restarted, it has been restarted." He closed his eyes, grasped the hemp rope on the bandage, and took a few steps forward. Now his whole body hung high on the door panel.

Opening his eyes, Leng Yang glanced ahead, and quickly closed it again, "There's no way back, go up." Afraid of hair! Although he was still very nervous this time, it was better than just climbing the sheets, and there was no such situation where his limbs were stiff and unable to move.

"I'm not afraid, I'm afraid of Mao, I've done it when I was a child, I'm not afraid, I'm afraid of Mao" Leng Yang's face was pale, his head was full of sweat, his eyes were closed tightly, and he moved slowly.

Constantly talking to himself, is his way of forcing himself not to think about other things, saying on the Internet that this seems to be a precursor to depression and mental illness, but Leng Yang scoffed, these experts know a hair, if the otaku didn't relieve the pressure like this, it would have become a real depression.

Leng Yang's hand, who had his eyes closed, grabbed the dusty wall tiles, he felt the difference in materials, he didn't dare to relax, and his other hand hurriedly followed, at this moment, he heard the sound of turning and footsteps coming from the room behind him, and the zombies came in.

Then he felt the shaking of the door panel, and the frightened Leng Yang forgot what his fear of heights was, he opened his eyes, climbed onto the rooftop three times and twice, and waited for him to turn his eyes to look.

I saw several zombies standing on the balcony, and zombies kept coming out of the room. One of the zombies was grabbing the door panel and shaking it vigorously, while the other slowly climbed onto the door.

Fortunately, Leng Yang fixed the door panel over there first, otherwise the zombie might have overturned his door panel. At this time, several zombies were ready to climb the door panel.

Leng Yang hurriedly took off the iron fork stick lying horizontally on the backpack and pried the door panel hard. The sound of "creaking" was the sound of the door panel rubbing against the masonry, as well as the panting sound of Leng Yang, he took a cold look at the street below, fortunately, most of the zombies entered the building where his house was, and there were very few zombies on the street.

He no longer worries about waiting for the sound of the door panel falling, it is actually better to attract zombies like this. Leng Yang kept pushing the door panel, and the zombies didn't cower from passing the door panel like Leng Yang, they came much faster.

Leng Yang couldn't push the door panel with the weight of the zombie on it, he had just pushed a zombie downstairs with a fork stick, and the muffled sound when the zombie fell down somehow made Leng Yang feel very happy.

After Leng Yang pushed down the two zombies again, he took out a lighter from his trouser bag and lit a large piece of waste kraft paper on the rooftop, which was the part he found that was not wet from the rain.

He crossed his waist with one hand, and put the lit kraft paper on the hemp rope on the door panel with the other, "Hehe, Brother Pig Liang burns the rattan armor soldiers, it's a pity that I came to burn the zombie soldiers, I didn't get corn cannons!" ”

Xiongxiong was on fire, Leng Yang was still not at ease, and threw a lot of flammable materials on it, and then he looked at the zombies behind the flames who were still crawling to the door panel. "A bunch of SBs."

The flames grew louder and louder, the taut hemp ropes were burned one by one, and the zombies on the door panel became more and more unstable. Leng Yang looked around, he couldn't stay here for too long. But looking at the swaying zombies on the door panel, he was really in a good mood, "Let me tell you, don't laugh at my fear of heights, now I know it's amazing, I can't kill you!" ”

While Leng Yang was pointing there, he felt someone pushing his bag behind his back. "Holy, thief!" As soon as Leng Yang turned around, what he saw was a thief wearing a zombie skin, the rotting flesh on its body, and the smell of corpses all proved that it was a cameo thief.

Leng Yang grabbed the iron fork stick and stopped the thief and zombie to grab his hand. At the same time, he flew up and kicked the zombie in the thigh, "Steal my bag, don't think that the zombie is amazing, grandpa, I will kill you." Leng Yang knocked the zombie to the ground with an iron fork stick, and poked his head desperately, once, twice, again, Leng Yang threw the iron fork stick stained with the zombie's brain and stood up.

"Wow", a burst of retching, although he killed a lot of zombies, but it was the first time that he was killed so close to each other face to face. Leng Yang looked at the zombies' white and red heads, and the more he looked at them, the more uncomfortable he became. His stomach was rummaging and he was about to strike.

At this time, the sound from the door panel alarmed him, and with a boom, the burned door panel could not bear the weight of the zombies, and the zombies fell down one by one, and the remaining zombies did not climb the door panel again.

Leng Yang looked at the door panel, and the hemp rope in the middle had all been burned, revealing a big hole. The zombies on the opposite side stood on the balcony and kept reaching out to him, but they couldn't do anything about Leng Yang. Looking at this scene, Leng Yang, who was a little nauseous and sick to his stomach just now, was much more comfortable.

Leng Yang took out a white sand cigarette, squatted down and lit it with the embers on the door panel, took a full breath, and looked at the zombies opposite, the zombies who were killed downstairs, and the zombies lying on the ground behind him, when he was angry with himself, he came again. From the trembling when he hastily made a plan to climb the stairs, to the use of the bed board in a flash of inspiration, to the burning of the bed board and the sneak attack of the zombies, Leng Yang felt that he had done a good job.

He looked up at his home, the balcony was still fluttering with the sheets he had just used, he was still forced to leave the house, and he would never go back to that home again, but he was doing a good job now, the end of so many people had died, but he, the so-called social outcast, was still alive, and should live longer.

Learning the posture in the movie, Leng Yang tightened his backpack, moved his limbs, turned around, and walked to the small door of the rooftop, reflecting the newborn rising sun, Leng Yang embarked on a new journey, he not only wanted to live, but also secretly made up his mind that one day he would come back and return to his home,

Habitually touching the pants bag again, Nokia, lighter, cigarettes are there, I forgot to bring my wallet, oh, I don't need a wallet now, so I'm ready, I can go out, Leng Yang just like when he went out before, after checking the equipment, he walked out. Behind him, above his head, the pale blue sheets were blown up by the wind and fluttered in the sunlight, like a banner of a warrior going out on battle.