Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground and gasped vigorously, one foot stretched forward and the other bent upward. The 1.6-meter-long iron gun leaned against the foot, and the triangular gun head fell to the security door, which was covered with ancient black stinking blood. Seventy percent of the new green anti-theft iron door opened a gap of 10 cm long. He sat on the ground and could see several dead bodies lying on the ground outside the door.

They were still humans 20 days ago, and now they are zombies lying outside the door, ‘I killed them! ! ! ‘He has no fear after killing. Only the excitement after the victory.

"I did it," Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.

"I can live, I will continue to live."

After sitting for five or six minutes, I rested almost. Zhang Xiaoqiang took the iron gun and stood up. Untied the fine hemp rope on the doorknob and pushed the door outward. The zombie body outside the door blocked the door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang used a gun to open the body outwards before he walked outside. He observed seven bodies lying in the corridors around the door and outside the door. He could not find the place where he could barely find his feet. The zombie who was killed five days ago fell upside down at his feet. The whole head was hammered by him. The rotten, black **** yellow brain flies everywhere.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to look at it again. He would spit it out if he looked at it more.

Standing on the pile of corpses, he was creepy, and the scent of the body was so strong that even the scarf with the dew water could not resist.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found the shield of the pot that was left five days ago. He always got a little more gas in his heart. Although he couldn't prevent the knife and gun, he could block the claws of the zombies.

He was open to the iron door of the door, there was no light in the room, and the black hole made him a little cool. He carefully walked into the living room opposite, and the white floor reflected his dark reflection under the light of Wu Meng, giving him a cold and cold body.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found the power switch in the living room and opened the ceiling light in the living room. He feels comfortable in the light.

His goal is the kitchen. He doesn't dare to go to other bedrooms. If he encounters a zombie and is scratched, he will lose money.

Carefully approaching the kitchen, it is always uncomfortable to find something in someone else's home. I haven't done burglary in the first half of my life. I came to let Zhang Xiaoqiang do a thief.

There is no sound on your feet and you are slowly approaching the kitchen.

"@#¥%".

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard something in the kitchen door, his heart was tight, really afraid of what to come! Can't God let him live in peace?

"KAO".

Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed, holding the scalp lid tightly in front of him, holding the gun body with his three fingers in his right hand, holding the door handle with his thumb and forefinger, and gently turning it and pulling it.

"嗖"

A black shadow was strung from the kitchen. Zhang Xiaoqiang held the shield in his left hand and held his iron gun in front of his right hand to point to the black shadow, and launched an attack at any time.

Look carefully at the fat cat that was originally raised by the neighbor. The fat-colored mottled cat looked at him and ran out of the door.

The cat scared his heart.

"It’s better to meet cats than to encounter zombies." Zhang Xiaoqiang opened himself into the kitchen.

For 20 days, no one cleaned the imitation mahogany table in the kitchen and dropped a thin layer of dust. Only a few cat paw prints such as plum blossoms were scattered on the table.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the refrigerator, and the vegetables in it were not too fresh for a long time. He did not even throw it straight into his pocket. The upper layer of vegetable eggs and the lower layer of frozen fish and pork were swept away by him, and they were found in the kitchen. Half a barrel of rice, a bowl of pickles, a bag of sugar and some other seasonings, Zhang Xiaoqiang moved to the house twice to sweep the kitchen.

Looking at the food in the living room, I always felt something almost, and I remembered that there was a cigarette and alcohol cabinet in the corner next to the TV in the living room. Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly moved the alcohol and tobacco back.

Looking at the corpse outside the door, it’s too stinking to find a way to throw it away. Zhang Xiaoqiang went out to find a place to throw the body. He saw more than 30 Chinese cabbages in the center of the platform. Now he can ask for it at any time. The scene desperately five days ago is still yesterday.

"Hey!!! This **** virus, this **** world."

His sighs are always a lot after the end.

The cabbage won't run long legs. He didn't care. He went to the stairs of the platform to see how the zombies he kicked downstairs. He was always careful when he was attacked by the zombies of the doorman. Slowly walked down the stairs to look down, a broken leg zombie crawling on the ground downstairs, the clothes on the body were woven into a rag-sized pudding hanging on the body. It suddenly smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang and climbed over to him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the platform and slowly climbed up from the bottom up. He smelled the fresh smell of humanity, and it was excited to open a mouth full of fangs, and the claws made a mark on the cement steps.

A triangular gun head pierced the brain from its nose, and the tip of the gun was pulled out from left to right. The zombies did not move, and a straight cup-sized hole on the face blew black blood~www. Mtlnovel.com~ Zhang Xiaoqiang is getting used to killing zombies, just like when he was a child, he squatted in the corner to kill ants. Without excitement, no fear, only a face of indifference, he knows the world’s more than 6 billion zombies. Can't kill, so he just needs to kill the threat to him.

There is a garden under the stairs. The climate in January made the garden plants a little more bleak. There were not many old vines and leaves in the past 20 years. The lawn also turned yellow. There were three pavilions made of prefabricated concrete. There are many popular places for the elderly in the surrounding seven buildings to relax. There are now more than 30 zombies roaming in the garden. The nearest one is more than 40 meters away from him. It hasn't reacted until now, letting him know that the safe distance from the zombies is at least forty meters.

There is a canteen downstairs. I usually sell some alcoholic and tobacco non-staple food. I also sell some rice and eggs. Now he still dare not go to find food. He has to go through more than 30 zombies!

There is a garbage entrance on the platform on the second floor. The garbage of the two buildings is usually from this. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the seven bodies into it. Tired out of sweat! Finally solved, he did not care on the stairs, anyway, far from his door, but also stinking him.

Looking at the two households across the platform are still open, and I feel a little hesitant. Now there must be zombies on the floor of the left and right units, and there are security doors in the house, and he can't open it. Thinking of this, he made up his mind to hold the shield and the iron gun and went over there. . . . .

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned home to lock the security door, and there was a pocket on the side of the door. A full backpack, a bulging snakeskin pocket, this is his harvest across the platform, did not encounter zombies, want to come to him to kill the six is ​​their home, Zhang Xiaoqiang happily dragged two big bags Go to the sofa and prepare to count. Today's harvest.