Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 14 There is a helicopter
It can't be Xiao Zhi!

If it is Xiao Zhi, he has the fingerprint of the door lock.

What if he breaks his hand?
No, no... Even if he breaks his hand, he still knows the location of the doorbell...

Who could be knocking on the door?
Surviving neighbors?

Mu Cang was hiding behind the door, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She wanted to open the door and follow the blood stains to see what happened?Who's knocking on her door?
But she didn't dare, she was afraid that there would be a nest of zombies waiting for her there, and she was also afraid that it was a ploy by someone with a heart, just to rob her of the supplies in the house.

She wants to control excess curiosity.

She quietly stood behind the door, hoping that the knock would ring again, so that she would know if it was Xiao Zhi who came.

Unfortunately, this watch lasted for more than an hour, until it was completely dark, and there was no second knock on the door. Instead, Xiao Zai woke up and found that his mother was not by his side, crying loudly in the bedroom.

Mu Cang hurried back to the bedroom with the knife in his hand, and as soon as he entered the room, he was hit by a group of small black shadows.

"Mom, I can't find you, Mom..."

Xiao Zai hugged his mother's neck tightly and kept calling her.

Mucang put the watermelon knife on the ground. Fortunately, he closed the knife quickly this time and did not hurt the child.

She patted her son on the back, wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

To comfort, she hopes the child will be braver and more independent; to reprimand, she feels sorry for the world in Zai Zai's eyes, which will be turned upside down, and there will be no peace in the past.

She just hugged the little person, feeling that the torment of this day and night seemed as long as a century.Next, how should the mother and son survive in troubled times?
Dinner is a bowl of egg custard per person.

Xiao Zai drank 250ml of milk powder before going to bed, while Mu Cang drank 500ml of water.

She was afraid that she would sleep too deeply, and that the alarm clock would wake her son up, so she had to wake up frequently to urinate. Every time she woke up, she would go behind the peephole of the entrance door to see if anyone had fallen at her door.

The blood stain that extended out had dried up, but the sensor light in the elevator hall never came on again.

At about four o'clock in the morning, there was a roar across the sky in the community.

Mu Cang turned over, hid behind the curtain, opened a gap to look out——

Now many lights are on in the community. In the two buildings opposite, there are about twelve or three households. They turned on the lights and opened the curtains.

Some people even pushed open the windows and leaned out, holding up infrared flashlights. Others took out support light sticks and waved them. What's more, the fairy sticks they played with during the New Year were set alight.

Everyone is so anxious, obviously not to attract the zombies' attention.

Mu Cang gently opened the window a small crack, through the whistling night wind, she vaguely heard the neighbors calling for a helicopter and calling for help.

Rescue has arrived!

She was shaking with excitement, and heard the neighbors upstairs shouting hysterically: Go to the roof, go to the roof quickly.

The roar became louder and louder, and it seemed that the helicopter had been circling over the community, getting closer and closer.

There's help!It really helps!
Mu Cang didn't even have time to close the window, so he turned around and started packing things, documents that can prove his identity, jewelry that can be exchanged for items, comfortable and durable clothes, portable food, and rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

Xiao Zai didn't know when he was woken up, and saw his mother in a hurry and busy, with messy curly hair, sitting on the bed in a daze.

He asked: "Mom, is the plane picking us up?"

Mu Cang's hand paused.

Then I heard my son ask: "Are there many, many, many planes?"

So many...

Mu Cang walked to the window and looked out through the protective fence. There were about 22 buildings in the whole community, all of which were large flats and small heights, and the number of people was not too large.

Judging from the lights that were on, less than [-]% of the survivors in one building survived.

Even if there are less than 100 people in the entire community...

She looked up and saw that there was indeed only one helicopter, hovering over the No. [-] building where she was.

"Mom, those little brothers are out."

Xiao Zai squeezed in front of her at some point, and was looking at the lawn below through the glass window.

Mu Cang lowered his eyes and found that groups of zombies were disturbed by the roar of helicopters and were now wandering towards the brightly lit buildings, including many young child zombies.

These are the little brothers my son calls them.

"Want to gamble?"

She never knew that there were so many zombies hiding in the seemingly peaceful community.

Do you want to take a gamble?
After all, the helicopter is in the sky above Building No. [-]. The residents of Building No. [-] have the most advantage, as long as they bring their children and take the elevator directly to the rooftop, they can take a helicopter and leave this damn city.

They will go to a realm full of normal humans, there will be order, there will be protection, there will be civilization.

"Mom, it's time to fight."

Xiao Zai covered his eyes and peeked out from between his fingers.

It was only then that Mu Cang discovered that several waves of people collided with zombies wandering outside the unit door as soon as they left the building, and immediately started fighting!

The sky was dim, reflecting the dim street lights, and blood spurted out along with the screams.

Seeing this tragic situation, some people immediately wanted to turn back to the unit door, but before they could close the door, a small child and zombies got in together.

These people are all coming for Building No. [-].

From the angle of Mu Cang's line of sight, he couldn't see what was going on in the sky above Building No. [-], but looking at the neighbors who were desperately fleeing towards Building No. [-], he also knew that the helicopter really only hovered over Building No. [-].

"Mother."

Xiao Zai hugged his mother's leg tightly, and stopped looking out of the window.

Mu Cang looked at the bloody food sharing scene in front of the opposite building, and muttered to himself: "If you are bitten by a zombie, there is only a [-]% chance of becoming a zombie, and the remaining [-]% will become food for the zombie."

Zombies don't eat their own kind, but whether they can become one kind depends on whether they are eaten up in time.

She shuddered and closed the window.

Xiao Zai seemed to feel something, and his little hand hugged his mother's leg tighter, "Mom, do we... have air tickets?"

Mu Cang shook his head, "We don't have a plane ticket."

This community is considered a high-end community in Juan City, and there are many people with status and status living in it.

Now that she calmed down, she realized that the little helicopter was definitely not for them.

It was clear that there were more survivors living in the commercial and residential tower apartment on the west gate, not to mention that there was a helicopter landing pad on the top floor.

There is only one frame, and it spins alone on the eighth floor, which is not in line with the decision of the public.

It should be a private jet belonging to a certain big shot.

She closed the curtains, hugged her son, and retreated back to the bed.

Xiao Zai's furry little head curled up in her arms and he made a milky sound, "Mom, Zai Zai can't sleep."

Mu Cang hugged him, patted his back, and shook him gently, "It's okay, it will be dawn soon, very soon, it will be dawn."

Neither mother nor son spoke, they hugged each other quietly.

The sound insulation effect of the glass windows in the bedroom is very good, and the roar of the helicopter is transmitted into the room, like a white noise tape to lull you to sleep.

Mu Cang hugged his son, shaking like a duckweed in the waves, almost fell asleep, but suddenly heard a few crisp slapping sounds on the glass.

(End of this chapter)