Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared downstairs. "Don't the zombies on the street run here?", the small space downstairs is densely packed with zombies, and the position of the stairs from the bottom to the platform is a bit biased, the stairs and the main building In an angle, hundreds of zombies were squeezed in the corner, and several zombies on the edge of the corpse smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang and came over to him.

Just after a fierce fight, the physical decline is so powerful that if you want to kill hundreds of zombies, he may be alive and exhausted, return home, and think hard about it.

The street downstairs is empty and there are only a few broken leg zombies crawling on the ground. The S-type zombies who are likely to continue to evolve are also one of them. Only one arm thigh is mutated. Only the thigh bones are left. On the same day, it is the most fierce. It is the fastest, and naturally the worst.

"What is the way?"

"Is it burned with fire? There is no gasoline, so there is not much cooking oil!"

"Using sniper smashing? There are only six arrows, 40 left in the steel ball, killing a quarter of the maximum, and how about three-quarters?"

"Don't take the zombies directly down the window to the downstairs with a rope? How can the fence be broken down, no tools,"

"Whole body wrapped in thick clothes and rushed out?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shuddered and shook his head. "That is looking for death"

When I thought about it, I couldn’t think of a way. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of the zombie.

"Zombies can't see, hear, smell, walk slowly, um, S-type zombies are not among them, who said it slows me and who is anxious." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to think.

"There is no vision, hearing is normal, and the sense of smell is super strong." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to summarize. The zombies are sensitive to bloodyness up to a kilometer, and at least the zombies in the downstairs range are running to him.

"Smell is super strong" Zhang Xiaoqiang keeps chanting and can smell the sense of kilometer, which means that the olfactory organs are developed, which means precision, while precision means easy to be destroyed.

"Thinking of the way", the more sensitive the sense of smell to the zombies, the more important it is to the ontology. The zombies in the process of variation, the development of the various sensory organs of the body is extremely uneven, too dependent on the sense of smell, the greater the influence on the sense of zombies, the zombies The greater the influence of the ontology. The sense of smell is the zombie's radar and locator. The sense of smell is gone, and the zombies become a headless fly!

Do not make a napalm bomb, do a few cottage gas bombs should be no problem. Think of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang goes to the kitchen.

Not long after a few cottage gas bombs in front of the body, with the semi-wet dried pepper as the main body, added some octagonal cinnamon pepper, wrapped in sheets to form a mass, topped with peanut oil. (At the time, I almost added the bean paste to it, but I was awakened in time.) I also prepared some pepper noodles and wrapped them in newspapers.

When I was ready, I went out, and the mutated cat's body re-enclosed seven or eight zombies. It was probably followed by Zhang Xiaoqiang on the platform. He didn't pay attention to them. Anyway, there are still a lot of dead bodies, enough for them to eat for a while!

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the stairs, and the zombies downstairs were still crowded together. There were several corpses on the edge that slowly swayed over him. He threw the newspaper with the pepper noodles to the corpse, and the newspaper spread out over the corpse. The inside of the pepper was sprinkled out, and it was turned into a black-gray fog in the air, slowly covering the corpse. When the corpse began to mess up, Zhang Xiaoqiang blew the homemade poisonous gas bag to the corpse, not After a while, a smog of smoke came from the corpse, and the smell of tears in the tears was even heard by Zhang Xiaoqiang standing on the platform, not to mention the zombies downstairs.

The corpses were like the wasps that had been shackled, and there was no brains, the zombies pushed each other, shouting, and others were smoked and rushed to the same kind of madness around them, and some zombies were knocked down. On the ground, then hundreds of big feet stepped on the body and were drowned in the corpse. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the platform and saw that it was rare to see a wonderful moment in the week.

There were no traces of the corpse running downstairs, only the remaining dozens of unlucky dead bodies with broken bones on the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at the zombies that were chewing around the mutated cat's body and tightened the iron gun in his hand.

Standing in the canteen, the floor is full of various bags, Zhang Xiaoqiang is picking up a cookie to eat, from time to time to drink a large mouth of mineral water, eaten the food at home in the morning, I feel that it is not full, after killing Ten zombies, who are physically exhausted and feel hungry, now he wants to eat back in the canteen.

The biscuits on the shelves were quickly consumed, and after the last biscuit was dropped by him, he glanced at the empty food rack with greedy eyes.

"Only eight points are full," some regrets, the small shop is not big. After several times of looting, most of the shelves are empty, leaving only dozens of instant noodles, some rice noodles, seasonings are quite a lot, he is based on I missed the idea of ​​not letting go and put it in my backpack. I thought that there was not much smoke in my house. I took a red box called "Yellow Crane Tower" and said that (the price is 50 yuan before I can’t afford it, of course I can’t let it go,) a soft one. China goes home!

Zhang Xiaoqiang is preparing to flee the city tomorrow. Now he will prepare all kinds of materials. When he returns home, he will return to the previous villages to find out if there are any gains. Unfortunately, he won a basket of steel **** in the army fan bedroom. Only the multi-purpose folding military shovel, the shovel can cut the pliers and can be sawed, and he is hidden under the bed. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang is cheaper. Finally, he is a provincial map of a large open page that he has collected on his desk.

Put all the instant noodles on ~www.readwn.com~ and put in a bag of ten pounds of Thai basmati rice, two noodles, some mustard. A few bottles of mineral water, only a large part of the backpack, can also be loaded with a lot of things. I also installed a few bottles of water, looked at the beef sauce old lady who got it back, thought about the weight of the glass bottle, and found an empty mineral water bottle to mix the various sauces and pour it in. It is almost the same as breaking up a few cigarettes into a backpack.

Then find out a large old-fashioned military kettle, or used by his dad before hunting. Washed and filled with water, the water is not too much, God knows whether there is a virus in the water outside.

Also find an old military bag, can be used to install the old-fashioned iron lunch box at home, the lunch box can be boiled water, a small enamel cup, naturally his father left. Zhang Xiaoqiang could not help but sigh.

"Although the things left by the old man are old, they are all treasures."

At the end of the inspection, I thought about it again. I put a bottle of "Taohuaxiang" white wine in the house in a plastic bottle and put it in a bag with two packets of salt and tea.

When the living materials are ready, it is time to check the weapons. Iron guns and sabers, dozens of times using sniper smashing, let Zhang Xiaoqiang find a little trick, and polish the protective paint on the arrow. This can reduce wear and increase the smoothness of the arrow. From time to time, I put some lubricant on it. I put the military iron shovel on the backpack and it was "OK". I thought about the previous use of the iron **** and the military shovel. I know when I can use it!

When Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to finish, the sky began to darken. Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the door of the house and moved a few imitation mahogany chairs back. He burned up in the living room. The wind blew in from the open window, and the flames in the living room danced, and the time in the room was dark. The light and dark light led his thoughts to recall all the joys and sorrows in this house. The last night before Zhang Xiaoqiang left was at this time.