Uh, unfamiliar ceiling.

Hu Sheng blinked, lifted the quilt on his body, propped himself up, and looked around.

"What's wrong with me, I chased the drama until I fell asleep?"

He found himself sleeping in a strange bedroom with upscale decoration, surrounded by chaos, many clothes turned out in a mess, no one to clean up, and a black pistol sitting quietly on the bedside table next to the bed, next to half a box of ammunition.

This is a real gun.

Looking at the brand-new pistol, Hu Sheng's head twitched.

He remembered that last night, he watched the finale of "The Walking Dead", remembered the tragic death of the plot characters, and remembered the various brain-dead operations of those brain-dead screenwriters, and he slammed the table angrily.

Then, the bottle of favorite happy water poured, poured onto the socket under the table, and poured onto his flip-flops.

Then, the accident happened and he was electrocuted.

Numbness, itching, pain.

Intense pain soon overwhelmed his consciousness.

Uh, I seem to be hanging?

It's really unlucky.

Thinking about it, Hu Sheng's face turned pale, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching a few times.

He is Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old today, the only son in the family, and has had several failed relationships, but did not find the one who can get married, and struggled for more than ten years, and finally became an executive of a company, living a well-off life with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands.

Unfortunately, his parents died early due to illness, and he had no other siblings and no relatives to share this success with.

Thinking about it this way, except for a few friends and relatives who have a good relationship, there is actually not much in this world that is worthy of his nostalgia.

Thinking of this, Hu Sheng was a little distracted.

At this moment, a huge amount of information suddenly poured into his brain, and with the tearing pain in his brain, the memory of a doctor named Leon Custer flashed through his brain at a rapid pace.

day, it hurts.

It's like stuffing a hot soldering iron.

This pain lasted for more than ten minutes, and Hu Sheng gritted his teeth and slowly stopped struggling.

Which god is this manipulating me?

His eyes were open, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

Damn, it hurts more than giving birth.

Hu Sheng raised his hand and put his right hand in front of him, sure enough, it was not the arm he remembered in his memory, white skin, thick hair, strong muscles, and a Rolex watch studded with diamonds was wearing on his wrist, shining.

The time above shows that it is eleven o'clock in the morning.

It's really a rich second generation, this watch alone costs more than 100,000 US dollars, enough for his salary for two years.

Through memories and information in his brain, Hu Sheng has confirmed that his current body belongs to Leon Custer, a twenty-six-year-old doctor in King County, Atlanta, Georgia.

It's June 9, 2010, and it's been a month since the disaster hit.

Now, the whole world has fallen under the attack of zombies, countless people have died and mutated, and the streets are crowded with those monsters.

Speaking of which, this doctor Lyon is also very unlucky, his parents were killed in the early days of the disaster, Leon himself was overhearted after receiving the news, and after drinking heavily to cause a low-grade fever, he rested at home for a few days, and he was sad to find that most of the neighbors around him had mutated into terrifying zombies.

What's even more tragic is that Dr. Leon lives on the sixth floor, the top floor of this apartment, there is no elevator here, and if you want to leave the apartment, you have to leave through the staircase, which is already crowded with at least a dozen zombies.

After suffering for a while, the young doctor did not want to endure more pain, so he drank a large amount of sleeping pills last night and ended his life in his sleep.

Hu Sheng got up and went to the bathroom, looked at the standard handsome white face in the mirror, and exhaled a turbid breath.

As an old fan of "The Walking Dead", although he likes this American drama very much, it is absolutely impossible for him to voluntarily give up his peaceful life in the past and come to this sad apocalyptic world.

However, the matter has come to this point, and no one can change it.

Alas, face it positively.

Hey friend, thank you physically.

Hu Sheng muttered in a low voice, self-hypnotized, he patted his still pale and sickly face, and said to the mirror.

"So, let me live as Leon Cust."

"In this-a-egg world, there are no regrets."

As a traverser, he has his own hole cards compared to ordinary people who are struggling to survive.

Leon closed his eyes and silently felt the abnormality in his body, around his heart, there was a strange energy coiled, and as the heart beats, a trace of energy splits out, blends into the blood, and circulates throughout the body.

He didn't know what it was, so he could only guess that it might be some kind of higher-level energy.

This is a gift from the world to him, this energy can make his body more resilient and explosive, immune to all kinds of toxins and germs, and gradually strengthen his body over time.

Even if he is bitten by a zombie, he will not be infected by the virus.

Those terrifying zombies were more like huge numbers of hungry beasts to him.

Although this ability is awesome, it is also a secret that must be kept, and if it is leaked, it will definitely bring him endless trouble.

For him, humans and firearms are the most dangerous enemies.

Adjusting his mind, Leon carefully searched his apartment.

Not many supplies were found, a few bottles of beer, some drinking water, a few chocolates, a few loaves of bread, and a Browning pistol with a box of thirty bullets.

Leon smacked his lips, this bit of food was not enough for him to stuff between his teeth.

Obviously, as a single person, Mr. Lyon did not have much in stock, and most of the food had been largely depleted during the previous illness.

Perhaps it was because of this that the young man chose to commit suicide.

Leon sighed in his heart, it seems that today, he must break out, otherwise, without food, he will starve to death here.

Picking up the black Browning pistol and filling it with magazines, Leon took a closer look, which, in the memory of the original owner, was a gift from his father to him.

Mr. Lyon was not very good at shooting, but he had attended several shooting training courses, and he could barely reach the level of not missing the target within 10 meters.

However, this gentleman is quite motivated, and does not participate in those depraved entertainments, he prefers all kinds of competitive sports, because of the long training, the physical fitness is more flexible and strong than the average person.

In today's world, this is a huge advantage.

Fortunately, it's not my original body, otherwise, it is really difficult to survive in this kind of world with a sub-healthy body that gasps after running two steps.

Putting the pistol in the pouch around his waist, Leon unceremoniously ate all the leftover food and dried two bottles of beer in a row, which could only barely make him cushion his stomach, and the special energy in his body made Leon stronger at the same time, but also made his appetite increase greatly.

When starving, he can't play as hard as he should, and he has to eat more food to meet his body's needs.

After searching around again, in the corner of the closet, Leon found a wooden baseball bat with a signature, I don't know what kind of wood, it was light and strong.

I was happy, this is a melee weapon.

You must know that the zombies in the world of "The Walking Dead" are very sensitive to sound, and if you use a pistol, it is easy to attract other zombies around you and put yourself in a surrounded death place.

There is no such concern when using cold weapons, which saves ammunition and does not make too much noise.

Picking up some spikes and tinsel from the kitchen, Leon fitted the nails and wrapped them around the wire according to the method in the movie, and made a lethal metal mace with great success.

He picked up his bat, changed into jeans and sweatshirts suitable for sports, and practiced hundreds of swings in the living room until he was sure that he was facing the zombie attack.

It's time to fight the zombies.

Think of it as a wild boar hunt.

Leon took a deep breath.

He wasn't going to hit the corpses in the staircase, that would be a fool's job.

Although he is not afraid of the zombie virus, if he is bitten off a few pieces of flesh and blood, it will also be life-threatening.

Holding the mace in his hand, Leon held his breath and listened against the door, but did not hear any strange sounds.

After repeated confirmations, he tiptoed open the door, pulled it slowly, did not make an excessive noise from the door, and after confirming that it was not found, Leon looked out.

Luckily, the hallway on the sixth floor was empty, and there were no zombies roaming.

That's right, if there were zombies near the gate, it would be impossible for the original owner, Mr. Leon, to live so peacefully during this time.

Exhaling softly, Leon felt relieved that no one would want to face danger head-on if he could.

He was half-crouched and did not go in the direction of the stairs.

Kings County is a small county town with probably less than 10,000 residents, and most American families prefer to live in single-family homes, and apartment homes like Lyon's are only preferred by young people without families.

He remembered that there were only five households on each floor, and the Lyons were the second, and the population of this floor should have been no more than ten people combined.

The third house on the right is his neighbor, an employee of a securities company, who seems to be named Bob, a middle-aged balding man, who lives alone, and I don't know if he is dead now.

After sneaking for about ten meters, Bob's door appeared in front of him.

Leon tried to push it, but he didn't move, he was supposed to be locked from the inside.

Good luck to him.

Leon thought for a moment, didn't knock on the door, and chose to move on.

He didn't want to make any noise outside the door, lest he attract zombies from other places, hunger and weakness were still haunting him, making it impossible for him to use his normal strength.

After sneaking for nearly ten meters, another open door appeared in front of him.

Leon recalls that there seemed to be a divorced single mother and daughter living here, and the two sides did not have much in common, and he had even forgotten what each other looked like.

But come to think of it, if the door is wide open like this, either no one is at home, or the people inside are dead.

I just don't know if there are any zombies in here.

Tightening the mace in his hand, Leon bowed and walked into the room.

(Brothers, a new writer, I hope you readers will support you more, read more genuine versions, please.) ）