The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 1 is coming to "The Walking Dead" (please collect it, please vote)
Um, strange ceiling.

Hu Sheng blinked, lifted off the quilt, propped himself up, and looked around.

"What's wrong with me? I fell asleep watching TV dramas?"

He found himself sleeping in a strange bedroom with high-end decoration. The surroundings were in chaos. Many clothes were rummaged around and no one cleaned them up. A black pistol was quietly placed on the bedside table next to the bed, and half a dozen bottles were placed next to it. 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 had finished watching the finale of "The Walking Dead". He thought of those plot characters who died tragically and the various brain-dead operations of the brain-dead screenwriters. He slammed the table angrily.

Then, the favorite bottle of happy water fell down on the socket under the table and on his flip-flops.

Then, an accident happened and he was electrocuted.

Numbness, itching, pain.

Severe pain quickly overwhelmed his consciousness.

Um, I seem to be hung up?
How unlucky.

As he thought about it, Hu Sheng's face turned pale, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

He is 38 years old this year and is the only son in his family. He has had several failed relationships and has not found anyone to marry. After struggling for more than ten years, he finally became a senior executive of a company and lived a life with an annual salary of tens of billions. Wan's well-off life.

Unfortunately, his parents died early due to illness, and he has no other brothers and sisters, and no relatives to share this success with him.

Thinking about it this way, apart from a few close friends and relatives, there are actually not many things in this world worthy of his nostalgia.

Thinking of these, Hu Sheng was a little lost in thought.

At this moment, a huge amount of information suddenly flooded into his brain, and along with the tearing pain in his brain, the memory of a doctor named Leon Caster flashed through his mind very quickly.

Day, it hurts.

It's like sticking a hot iron into it.

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

Which great god is trying to mess with me?

His eyes were open, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Damn, it hurts more than giving birth.

Hu Sheng raised his hand and put his right hand in front of his eyes. Sure enough, it was not the arm he remembered in his memory. It had white skin, thick hair, and strong muscles. A Rolex watch set with diamonds was on his wrist, shining brightly.

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

He is really a rich second generation. This watch alone costs 10,000+ US dollars, which is enough for his salary for two years.

Through memory and information in his brain, Hu Sheng has confirmed that his current body belongs to Leon Custer, a 26-year-old doctor from Kings County, Atlanta, Georgia.

The time now is June 2010, 6, one month has passed since the disaster broke out.

Nowadays, all parts of the world have fallen under the attack of zombies. Countless people have died and mutated, and the streets are crowded with those monsters.

Speaking of which, Dr. Lyon was very unlucky. His parents had been killed in the early stages of the disaster. Lyon himself was extremely sad after receiving the news. He drank a lot and developed a low fever. After resting at home for a few days, he sadly died. It was discovered that most of the surrounding neighbors had mutated into terrifying zombies.

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

All his relatives were dead and there was no hope of escape. After suffering for a period of time, the young doctor did not want to endure any 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 thick breath.

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

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

Alas, face it positively.

Hey friend, thank you for your body.

Hu Sheng murmured in a low voice and hypnotized himself. He patted his pale and sickly face and said to the mirror.

"Then, let me work hard to survive as Leon Custer."

"In this fucking world, leave no regrets."

As a time traveler, he has his own trump card compared to ordinary people struggling to survive.

Leon closed his eyes and silently felt the abnormality in his body. Around his heart, there was a strange energy. As the heart beat, bits of energy split out, merged into the blood, and circulated 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 various 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.

To him, those terrifying zombies were more like huge numbers and hordes of hungry beasts.

Although this ability is awesome, it is also a secret that must be kept. If it is leaked, it will definitely cause him endless trouble.For him, humans and firearms are the most dangerous enemies.

After adjusting his mentality, Leon carefully searched his apartment.

There were not many supplies found, a few bottles of beer, some drinking water, a few pieces of chocolate, a few pieces of bread, and a Browning pistol with a box of thirty bullets.

Leon smacked his lips. This little food was not enough to fill his teeth.

Obviously, as a single person, Mr. Lyon did not have many supplies, and most of the food had been basically exhausted during the previous period of illness.

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

Leon sighed in his heart, it seemed that he had to break out today, otherwise, without food, he would starve to death here.

Picking up the black Browning pistol and loading the magazine, Leon observed it carefully. In the memory of the original owner, this was an adult gift given to him by his father.

Mr. Lyon is not good at shooting. He has only participated in several shooting training courses and can barely miss the target within ten meters.

However, this gentleman is still motivated and does not participate in those degenerate entertainments. He prefers various competitive sports. Due to long-term training, his physical fitness is more flexible and stronger than ordinary people.

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

Fortunately, it's not my original body. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to survive in this kind of world with a sub-healthy body that gets out of breath after just two steps.

Putting the pistol into the gun bag on his waist, Leon ate all the remaining food without hesitation and drank two bottles of beer. These could barely satisfy his stomach. The special energy in his body made Leon transform into While becoming stronger, it also greatly increased his food intake.

In a state of starvation, he cannot exert his due combat power, and must eat more food to meet his body's needs.

After searching around again, Leon found a wooden signed baseball bat in the corner of the closet. He didn't know what kind of wood it was. It was both light and strong.

I was overjoyed, this is a close combat weapon.

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

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

Leon found some long nails and metal wire from the kitchen, and according to the method in the movie, he attached the iron nails and wrapped the metal wire around it, and successfully made a very lethal metal mace.

He picked up the bat, put on jeans and a sweatshirt that were suitable for sports, and practiced swinging hundreds of times in the living room. He didn't stop until he was confident of facing the zombie attack.

It's time to fight the zombies.

Just think of it as hunting a wild boar.

Leon took a deep breath.

He was not planning to attack the corpses in the stairway directly, that was something only a fool would do.

Although you are not afraid of zombie viruses, if you are bitten off a few pieces of flesh and blood and bleed excessively, your life will still be in danger.

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

After confirming again and again, he quietly opened the door and pulled it slowly so as not to make too much noise. After confirming that he was not discovered, Leon looked out.

Fortunately, the corridors on the sixth floor were empty and there were no zombies wandering around.

That's right, if there were zombies near the gate, the original owner, Mr. Lyon, would not have been so peaceful during this period.

With a gentle breath, Leon felt relieved. If possible, no one would be willing to face the danger.

He squatted half-crouched and did not move toward the stairs.

Kings County is only a small county, with perhaps less than [-] residents. Most American families like to live in single-family villas. Apartment-style residences like Lyons are only popular among young people without families.

He remembered that there were only five households on each floor here, counting along the stairs, the Lyon family was the second, and the total population of this floor should not exceed ten people.

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

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

Leon tried to push, but it didn't move at all. It must have been locked from the inside.

Wish him luck.

Leon thought for a while and chose to move on instead of knocking on the door.

He didn't want to make any noise outside the door, lest he attract zombies from other places. Hunger and weakness were still bothering him, preventing him from exerting his normal strength.

After sneaking for another ten meters, another open door appeared in front of his eyes.

Leon recalled that there seemed to be a divorced single mother and daughter living here. The two sides had no intersection, and he had even forgotten the appearance of the other party.

But thinking about it, if the door is wide open like this, either no one is home, or the person inside is 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.

(The main content of this book is to develop power, farm, and gather survivors. The strength of the protagonist is of little significance, and it is not an invincible text.)
(Brothers, I am a new writer. I hope all readers will support me more and read more genuine books. Please.)
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