zombie frenzy

Chapter 499 Breaking Through the Wall
If it was just to drive him away, Simpson would not be so angry. With his well-trained companions, he is confident that he can survive in the building and find a new place to stay outside.

However, he did not expect that the world is changing so fast, and nine out of ten monsters he encounters are corpse kings. Before the first day has passed, the companions who were driven out all died, and the last two, Or because he was seriously injured, he committed suicide in front of him.

Without the support of his companions and relying on him alone, Simpson realized that it was extremely difficult to survive here, and for some unknown reason, the square was full of zombies, and it was difficult for him to escape far away.

Across the building, Simpson looked coldly at Times Square in the distance, the muscles on his face were twitching non-stop. After a long time, he exhaled slowly at this moment, closed his eyes and thought for a while, grinned grinningly, and walked slowly to The two corpses that had begun to get cold.

Picking up a corpse in one hand, he walked into the depths of the shop. He unscrewed the caps of several bottles of whiskey he found. To cover up the blood that just came out.

A large number of bottles and jars were found in the store. Simpson piled them up, poured all the drinks and water in them into the toilet, and filled the empty bottles around him.

The two corpses stripped off their clothes and threw them in the bathtub of the bathroom. Simpson held the dagger, looked at it silently for a while, then stabbed the dagger into the chest of the corpse, pulled it down slowly, and tore open the entire stomach .

With the faint light coming in from the window, Simpson squatted there, waving his arms non-stop, and pieces of flesh and blood were peeled off by him.

The internal organs were cut into small pieces, and the intestines were tied at both ends by him, taken out of the bathtub, and put aside separately.

The technique was extremely skillful, as if such a thing had been done more than once, the flesh and blood were almost the same size, and within a short time, the two corpses were left with a pile of bones.

The bathroom with the doors and windows closed was full of blood. Simpson stood up, moved his body, and his bones made a crackling sound.

Except for the blood on his hands, he couldn't see any red spots and blood spots on his body. Most of the flesh and blood in the bathtub were floating, and a few blood bubbles appeared from the bottom from time to time, rolling and squeezing the flesh and blood away, making a popping sound. .

Putting down the dagger, Simpson moved the bottles to the bathtub with a blank expression, wrapped the mouth of the bottles with a towel, took a plastic box that he did not know where to find, and carefully poured the blood into the bottles .

The movements are very slow, but the arms are very steady, without the slightest leakage.

Every half filled bottle of blood was put aside, took another one and continued pouring blood into it, until there was no blood left in the bathtub and only pieces of meat remained.

He squeezed the flesh and blood that he had cut into pieces and stuffed them into the mouth of the bottle. After filling all the pieces of meat, he put the intestines that were left alone into several specially prepared large bottles.

Hundreds of bottles were placed in front of him, the caps were tightened, and the blood stained on the mouth of the bottles was carefully wiped off with a towel. Soak and clean them one by one to eliminate the blood gas as much as possible.

Slowly picked up the towel, wiped the blood from the wine in his hands, picked up the two big bags next to the blood bottles, and opened the door. Before the bloody smell could escape, the figure rushed out , and quickly closed the door.

Although a few bottles of spirits were poured into the shop, the atmosphere in the room was too strong. Even if it was opened for less than a second, the atmosphere brought out had spread rapidly.

Simpson slowly put down the bag, holding the dagger washed clean by spirits in his hand, holding his breath, leaning against the door frame, quietly listening to the movement outside.

Outside the shop, several zombies were slowly leaving from the door. The last zombie was about to go far away, but suddenly stopped, raised his head, sniffed the air, and looked inside suspiciously. In the dim scene, after hesitating for a while, he left the team and walked in slowly.

clap clap.

Stepping on the floor with bare feet, the sound of footsteps seemed to be beating on Simpson's heart.

Although the two puddles of blood inside were washed away by whiskey and the smell became extremely weak, as the zombie approached, it was quickly discovered by its terrifying sense of smell.

The blood from opening the bathroom door began to dissipate. The zombie sniffed all the way, followed the aisle, slowly disappeared into the shop, and walked into the back of the shop.

Simpson leaned against the door frame, motionless like a sculpture. When the zombie's eyes became brighter and brighter, he began to scream and walk in from the door, and suddenly appeared in front of the zombie, face to face, In the panicked eyes of the zombie, the dagger pierced through its jaw.

Turning the wrist, smashing the zombie's brains, holding the monster to a standstill for a while, and then slowly supporting it, putting the zombie's body on the ground.

The dagger swung again, but this time it was not as flexible as before, and the sound of breathing became much heavier.

Even for the most common zombies, the skin and muscles are not comparable to human beings. Thinking about Guo Fei and the others, the light snipers kept bombarding them, but they just tore the skin apart. Annihilation is possible.

Holding the dagger tightly with both hands, he slashed across its chest and abdomen forcefully. The chest cavity was broken open, revealing the rotting internal organs inside, and an extremely smoky stench rushed into Simpson's nose, almost killing him. Choked to death.

Resisting the discomfort, Simpson put down the dagger, pulled apart the flesh and blood with both hands, reached inside, grabbed a lot of flesh and blood, and wiped it on his body.

They had already learned this little trick when the catastrophe happened.

Simpson suddenly stopped, raised his head and recalled, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but only for a moment, he became expressionless again, mechanically, smearing those rotten flesh and blood on every part of his body, even He didn't let go of his face, as if he couldn't smell the bad smell anymore.

With his eyes closed, he dug out the zombie's chest with both hands, and then held it up in front of his face, allowing the dirty blood to flow down his arms, and slowly and evenly smear it on his face.

In the back, worried that there would still be mistakes, Simpson simply sat in the chest cavity, burrowing and arching in it like a snake, making every part stay in it.

It is also because the zombie has a huge figure after its mutation, otherwise, there is no way to let his body get inside.

Simpson didn't get up even after his whole body was soaked. He just sat inside like this. After an unknown period of time, the sky outside gradually darkened. It wasn't until the moon was shining that he opened his eyes and stood up with a sneer.

There was a crackling sound from his body, the congealed dirty blood split open, some powder fell out, the rotten flesh stuck tightly to his body, and his movements became much stiffer.

Picking up the two bags, he walked out of the shop without looking back, looked left and right, and walked into the distance without any scruples.

More than a dozen zombies passed by and looked at him suspiciously. Several corpse kings screamed, but seeing him leave quickly, the corpse king gradually stopped and continued to wander with the corpse group.

The mouth of the bag was opened, revealing the bottles and cans inside. Simpson stood in front of several groups of zombies, looked at it coldly for a while, then suddenly put down the bag, took out a bottle from inside, raised his arms, and the bottle rolled and flew towards the side wall.

Before the sound of shattering could be heard, Simpson picked up the bag and turned around to leave. Behind him, there was a clear crackling sound, and the bloody smell dissipated instantly. A large group of zombies rushed to the wall. In the dark night, blood-red eyes gleamed, Ho ho hooting non-stop.

After walking a short distance, he threw out a bottle again, and the monsters were gradually gathered by him. Hundreds of zombies were attracted by the bottle he threw out, followed behind him, and slowly approached Times Square.

Wave after wave, in the dark night, Simpson's figure was hidden in the shadows, walking on the street constantly, the bag in his hand became more and more empty, and when only half of the bag was left, the surrounding car fences had already gathered There are no less than [-] monsters.

The crowd of corpses was crowded, almost shoulder to shoulder, crowded with people, with blood-red eyes densely packed, lighting up the street.

Standing by the wall, Simpson looked at the zombie who was only ten meters away from him. He swallowed, suppressed his nervousness, took out a rope, and threw the iron hook wrapped around it towards the uppermost car window.

A dozen or so zombies looked at the companion suspiciously, and approached him curiously, raising their noses and sniffing indiscriminately, their movements a little anxious.

Simpson knew that there was not much time left for him. The smell of flesh and blood smeared on his body was fading, and it would not take long for the smell of humans to prevail.

He smiled coldly, his body swayed, and slowly retreated like a zombie, reaching out and grabbing the rope and pulling it down forcefully.

crunch.

The car was pulled and overturned, and the car that was left on the top floor gradually slid off the wall, making harsh sounds in the silent night.

Those zombies who felt the smell turned their heads towards the wall instantly, and the car fell to the ground with a bang, making a huge roar.

A large group of zombies was startled by the sound, and rushed towards this side frantically. In a short time, tens of thousands of zombies were startled, and frantic roars rang out everywhere.

Simpson moved nimbly. The moment the car fell, his figure was hidden in the darkness, and he jumped onto it instantly.

Squatting on the gap in the wall, arms raised, the bottles rolled and thrown into the distance one by one, crackling and shattering, the flesh and blood inside splashed all over the ground.

The monsters startled by the sound smelled the blood in front of them, and crazily charged against the wall. The agile monsters leaped over, while the powerful ones rushed forward.

Many monsters stepped on the fallen cars and jumped up, rushing in through the gap in the wall. In a blink of an eye, the first line of defense set up by Guo Fei and the others was easily crossed by the zombies.

Simpson sneered, and followed the zombies forward. There were still a dozen or so bottles left in the bag. He needed to stay at the end and throw them far into the square.

Monsters gathered around the broken bottle, and the flesh and blood inside was scrambled in an instant. The monsters that were not snatched roared and vented their dissatisfaction and anxiety.

Shaking his body, pretending to be walking like a zombie, Simpson gradually broke away from the group of corpses and approached the second wall.

"Damn."

Hiding in the dark, Simpson cursed secretly, glanced coldly, gritted his teeth, and slowly backed away.

Behind the wall, he felt a slight shortness of breath, but even if he threw a blood bottle here, it would be difficult for the monster to break through the thick wall.

This one is not as simple as before. The three-story cars are next to each other in two rows. Through the gap, he can see that there is another wall like this in front of him separated by a few meters.

Zombies roamed the streets randomly, not all of the tens of thousands of zombies were attracted in, there were only thousands of monsters inside, and more were parked outside, blocked by the collapsed car fence outside.

boom.

Suddenly, the engine of the car roared, and the two headlights illuminated the monsters wandering on the street.

Simpson stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and at the same time held down the horn, and with a violent voice, he slammed into the last wall.

roar roar.

The sound was too loud, and countless zombies were startled by him, and the collapsed wall was pushed down in an instant, and the crowd of corpses surged, following the roar on the street.

Bang.

The car crashed into the wall, and the two rows of cars that were connected together were overturned by him. The engine continued to roar until it broke through the defense line and knocked down the last wall before stopping.

cough cough cough.

Coughing up blood, Simpson slammed into the car door, pulled the bag on the co-pilot, and stumbled down.

Behind him, a large group of zombies were swarming. He smiled coldly, raised his hand, and threw out the remaining blood bottles continuously. When there were no more blood bottles in his hand, he shrank and walked towards the abandoned car next to him. He hid in it, and in an instant, figures stepped on the car, flew past him, and rushed towards the square without looking back.

(End of this chapter)