As soon as he stepped into the room, a disgusting stench crept into Leon's nose.

He glanced around the room, but found no moving figures, most of the furniture was neatly tied, and there was a large pool of black drag marks on the floor from the living room to the bedroom, and some flies were flying around it.

Damn, it stinks, it's almost time for canned herring.

Leon frowned, as a doctor, he knew that this was the mark of a large amount of blood after drying, and that there must have been a tragedy here.

Clenching the weapon in his hand, Leon did not continue to move forward, but reflexively grabbed the handle on the door and gently closed the door, being careful that there was no big mistake, so as to prevent the zombies from sneaking up on his back.

It's early summer in June, and the outside temperature is usually above 26 degrees Celsius, and the slightly higher temperature makes the smell of rotten meat waft from the direction of the bedroom.

Leon didn't rush into the bedroom, he stood up lightly, checked the living room and the kitchen, and after making sure that there was no danger, he leaned against the wall and came to the bedroom door.

Follow the trail of blood and look inside.

This bedroom is not big, there is a white dresser under the window, leaning against the window on both sides, one large and one small have two single beds, the walls of the house are painted pink, and various popular cartoon pictures are pasted on it, which looks quite warm and cute.

A slender figure in a long red dress sits in front of a dresser, motionless, like a statue.

Leon couldn't see her face, her long pale blonde hair had a lot of black lumps, and the bare smooth skin on her back showed an unhealthy pale.

Day, this back is quite good-looking, with a kind of incomplete beauty.

Leon didn't want to leave anything to chance, he held his breath and walked behind the man, his mace raised high.

As if sensing movement behind him, the slender figure moved his shoulders and slowly turned his face.

Click!

After the sound of bones grinding, a terrifying, half-rotting female face appeared in Leon's eyes, and in front of the woman, on the white dresser, there was a gnawed and clean child skeleton.

day, really lost my appetite.

Leon's heartbeat stopped in fright, and before he had time to think about it, he used all the strength in his body to swing his mace at the top of the man's head.

Burst!

As if it had hit thick leather, the mace's iron nails pierced the skull, and the rotting scalp was splashed with a little fishy pus.

Leon gritted his teeth, pulled out his mace with all his might, and slammed it down on the hollow part of the woman's skull.

Poof!

The female zombie shook and collapsed on her seat, unable to move.

After killing the enemy, Leon still did not let his guard down, he took two steps back, and looked at the miserable picture in front of him that would never be seen in peacetime, and his heart beat faster and faster.

Damn, it's scary, the gap between reality and the game is really big.

However, after passing this hurdle, the fear of zombies in his heart dissipated a lot at once.

Next time, I can definitely do better.

After a few minutes of rest, Leon closed the bedroom door and began to gather supplies, he was now very hungry and in need of more energy.

Perhaps it was the mother and daughter who died earlier, or perhaps the single mother was more family-oriented, and Leon collected a lot of food here, some canned meat, some flour, and several bags of instant noodles in barrels.

Unfortunately, there has been no water and electricity now, and in addition to canned food and flour, many vegetables and meats have rotted and become inedible.

Instead of staying here with the food he found, Leon sneaked back to his apartment, changed out of his blood-stained clothes, and began to prepare dinner.

Hehe, fortunately, the uncle's psychological quality is strong enough, otherwise, how can he still eat!

is also a bachelor, and now Lyon already has good cooking skills.

Instead of thinking about saving, he chose to use local materials, and spent more than half an hour to make a large table full of food.

Beef soup, fried meatloaf, braised beef noodles, add up to four or three catties.

Unexpectedly, on the first day of crossing, I became a big stomach.

Sipping wine and munching on food, Leon felt his body signal of satisfaction, and he finally had time to think about his future plans.

How is he going to survive in this world?

What should he do?

As an old fan of "The Walking Dead", he remembers many plots, but many things happen by chance, and if he intervenes rashly, it will definitely cause many accidents.

Without intervening, Lyon's prophetic advantage would be useless.

It was very contradictory and annoyed him.

It's June 9th, and it's been a month since the disaster, and according to the timeline, it will probably take about a month for the main character, Rick, to wake up.

It's a shame that a month's time advantage is wasted.

Leon had the early stages of The Walking Dead in his head several times.

What is the most important thing to do now, and what to do that will bring great advantages in the future?

After thinking about it for more than ten minutes, a place name gradually appeared in Leon's mind.

Atlanta CDC.

It is the most researched institution in the region on the zombie virus, with the most advanced equipment and the most high-end talents, who persevered in the disaster for more than two months, and finally ran out of energy and were destroyed in a self-explosion.

When the protagonist group arrives, only a researcher named Dr. Jenner is still holding on, and his wife, the female director who is said to be a scientific research wizard, has been infected by accident, and humanity has basically lost hope of cracking the virus.

Now at this time, perhaps, there is hope.

That's a nice place.

Thinking of this, the originally abundant time suddenly became urgent.

After eating and drinking, Leon rested for another hour, and the energy in his body continued to flow, returning his weak body to a normal level.

Instead of cleaning up the remaining dishes and chopsticks on the table, Leon picked up his mace, took his car keys, and left his apartment.

After today, he probably won't be back here.

Walking out of the door, he walked straight ten meters in the direction of the staircase, and only stopped in front of a closed door.

This is also Lyon's neighbor, Nick, a bank clerk about thirty years old, is quite familiar with the original owner, in Leon's memory, this guy is a mountaineering enthusiast, and in the cabinet in his bedroom, he has a climbing rope tens of meters long.

The original owner, Mr. Leon, had also thought about getting this rope and using it to escape from here, but the closed door and weak body limited the original owner's thoughts.

Pulling out the Browning pistol from his belt, Leon pointed the muzzle of the gun at the lock cylinder of the door, feeling guilty.

Times have changed, child, the rules of civilized society no longer work.

Boom!

A huge gunshot rang out in my ears, and the copper lock cylinder was instantly punched a hole.

Smelling the smell of gunpowder in the air, Leon did not dare to delay at all, pulled the door hard, and strode into the house.

As soon as he entered, before he could observe the situation in the room, Leon saw a somewhat familiar figure, staggering to get up from the floor.

This, when you get up from the ground, you must be a corpse.

Without thinking too much, Leon quickly approached, about a meter away from the man, raised his hand to aim at the top of the head that had already shown a hideous expression, and pulled the trigger.

Syllable!

The corpse fell to the ground, and something yellow and white flowed from its chin.

Ignoring this, he strode past the corpse and headed straight for the open bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, Leon opened the door of his closet, and as he expected, a set of red and yellow hiking equipment took up half of the closet.

A whole set, with boots, hats, rope, coats, and he even found a new pickaxe.

Time was pressing, Leon didn't have time to tidy up, and he had to leave before the zombies arrived.

Pick up the equipment and run to your apartment as fast as you can.

Within a minute of closing the door, dense footsteps and roars came from outside the hallway, and the zombies didn't seem to find their target, they bumped around irritably, and gradually began to wander aimlessly again.

Leon listened for a while, but found nothing unusual, he sat back on the sofa lightly, took off his jeans and boots, and replaced them with hiking boots, hiking pants and hiking gloves.

Compared to everyday clothing, these climbing equipment are more durable and durable, and in some cases, can even block the attacks of zombies.

It's hot, but it's nothing compared to life.

After changing his gear and getting everything ready, Leon tied one end of the rope to a stone pillar in the living room and threw the other end out of the living room window.

He lives on the sixth floor of the apartment, about twenty meters from the road below, and the climbing rope is long enough.

There were no zombies near the road, and as long as he got back to the road, he could drive away.

Leon sighed, walked to the window, grabbed the rope, rolled over and climbed out of the window.

It's not easy.

He has never learned to climb a mountain, he has never played with a rope, and of course, he has never tried to smash the head of a zombie with a mace, nor has he shot through the head of a prey with a pistol.

There is a first time for everything, and today, he has done many things that he has never done before.

Perhaps, life is like this, many things, it does not give you time to prepare.

If you encounter it, you have to grit your teeth, be courageous, and go up.

Leon recalls scenes from other films, clutching the rope with both palms and twisting the rope into a snap with his feet in an attempt to slide slowly.

After a few fumbling sessions, he felt he had the hang of it, and it took another two minutes, and with his hands and feet crawling, he was finally able to control the speed of the slide.

Slowly, on the fifth floor, the fourth floor, the third floor, the second floor, Leon landed on his feet and really returned to the ground.

Phew, fortunately, I lived in the countryside when I was a child, picked up birds' eggs, and climbed trees, otherwise it would not be so easy to come down.

Glancing at his apartment, Leon didn't stop any longer, he turned around and walked across the road, found the sky-blue Chevrolet sports car, plugged in the key, and got inside.

More than ten seconds later.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Amid the roar of the sports car, Leon made a sharp turn and drove in the direction of the police station.

It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and if you don't do anything before the sun goes down, everything will be difficult after dark.

(Xiaomeng is new to collect, ask for recommendation.) ）