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Update time:2014-01-0817:00:00394.Chapter 394 Fox Dead Head Hill

"I'm cold." A man struggled to grasp the tattered coat on his body, and a lot of down jackets were already visible from the gaps. His lips were already blue, and although the tears in his clothes were stuffed with leaves, they still couldn't stop the biting cold.

The two men in front of him who were pushing away the bushes did not look back, "Bear with me, or you can move." We still have to look for today's food before we can make a fire at night. The three men were surrounded by dense dry trees, which did not serve to keep the wind out at all, but from time to time a few leaves that had been blown off by the wind fell on them.

They have been hiding in this forest for more than half a year, and at first they were full of confidence in the outside world, fantasizing about one day being able to return to human society. But looking at the dead city, the zombies everywhere, they were disappointed again and again, until they despaired.

"Huh, what is this?" One of the men at the head turned over the bushes and walked into a small clearing in the middle of a small grove. The two men behind him hurriedly followed, their figures were already emaciated, and the clothes that had previously fitted had become wide and leaking.

What caught their eyes was the camp of a human team, and in the middle of the clearing there were traces of a long-extinguished bonfire. And next to the fire, there were three stinking corpses. The dead humans, whose hair was disheveled and emaciated like skeletons, were lifted up lightly by a man with a scar on his face.

"Hurry up, sixth, come and put your clothes on." They didn't dislike the dead people at all, but worked hard to turn over their corpses, looking for something to use. This is the rule of survival of people in the jungle, using all the resources they can find to keep themselves alive.

The trio quickly put the same shabby clothes on themselves, and wrapped them tightly around their already hungry waist with the belts they found. "One lighter, two daggers, nothing else." After searching for a long time, the three of them sat down against the roots of the tree, the activity they had just done had consumed too much of their physical strength.

"It should be January, and we probably won't be able to survive this winter." The scar-faced man's face was full of numbness, and for the past half a month, they have been constantly migrating, because in the place where they used to live, there are no more wild vegetables, and young leaves are for them to eat.

But along the way, they met three groups of people. One of the groups walked with them vigilantly, and they could discern the vigilance of their fellow men with weapons made of animal bones. In this jungle, people who can not come to steal your food are already very good people.

And the other two groups, well, these are on the ground now. With the onset of winter, the mountains and forests, which once provided people with food and warmth, lost their power to shelter people. These survivors who were lucky enough to survive the apocalypse died in obscurity one by one in the mountains and forests, allowing their bodies to slowly return to the earth in the cold wind.

"Huh, boss, Jiangcheng will not be until the end of February this winter, and it will take at least two months." A thick white gas came out of the mouth of the "Old Six", which was the mist of the air exhaled by his mouth being cold.

Scarface had a self-deprecating smile on his face, "There were six of us at first, and now there are only three of us. It was better to die at the hands of zombies than to know this. "These fallen corpses broke the last line of defense in their hearts.

Seeing that the pockets of these people's clothes were clean, they knew that there would definitely be no food within a radius of at least five hundred meters. And more importantly, the three dead men were the same number as them, but they had two steel daggers, which were big killing weapons, enough to give them a lot of food and status.

But even so, they died here in obscurity. Escaped the mutation of zombies, endured all kinds of hardships, lived as strong as a mouse for more than half a year, and finally died in this forest that once gave them infinite hope.

The three Scarfaces are not as powerful as these people, and looking at these living examples, how can they not feel desolate. "I don't want to live this kind of mouse-like life, I want to go home, even if I die in the hands of zombies, I have to go home!"

A few crystal droplets of water flowed from Scarface's eyes, "I give up, you have these weapons." As he spoke, he tried to take off his clothes and handed them to his companion. A few of them have trusted each other along the way, and they have already decided anyway, so why not leave them something.

"Boss, you can't give up. When you made an oath in front of the graves of the fourth child, we will definitely live until the day when those zombies are destroyed. Although the man on the side still had blue lips, a series of words came out of his mouth.

Scarface didn't want to die, but this winter, this winter was so difficult that they couldn't find any way to get them through it safely.

"Well, let's head out of the woods, and maybe we'll be able to find some food in the crevices of the zombies. Anyway, we won't be able to find food, and sooner or later we'll starve to death. Even if it's death, it's good to be closer to your own home. ”

The other two looked at each other and nodded. Scarface is right, although they try to survive, but the obvious mountains and forests can no longer support them, so they can only try their luck in the town. If you can't survive, at least you can be closer to your home.

When the spy man slowly stood up, leaning on the trees beside him, and walking in the direction of their former home, there were many teams in this mountain with the same intention as them. If the fox dies in the first hill, if it is destined to not be able to escape this winter, then it is good to take a second look at his home, at least he does not have to die in obscurity in the mountains and forests.

"Fuck, Guo Mingfan, turn up the volume of the car again." The bald man was standing in the car, looking depressed at his scalp that was shiny in the wind. Around him, there was a group of helpless new team members, and the cold team had a good idea, but it had been a long time, and they hadn't seen a single fart figure.

"Boss, it's already the loudest! Guo Mingfan had to use his loudest voice to overpower the song in the horn