Apocalypse Cockroach

"Haha! It’s raining, I can’t walk, my uncle, you are slowly tangled, right, I will give the PSP to me. Yesterday, what hunter Dongdong’s fish dragon is so hard to fight! I must kill it today. "Yang Keer ran with the PSP cheerfully into the hole, leaving Zhang Xiaoqiang looking out of the hole."

The heavy rain kept going underground, and the fine rain curtain made it impossible to see ten meters away. The rainwater flows down the hillside and flows down to the hole to form a rainy raft of different sizes. Countless raindrops fall on the rain and hit countless blisters. In the blink of an eye, countless blisters are crushed by the raindrops connected to the fall, until they are again panned. Blisters come.

The last heavy rain lasted eleven days, this time will be a few days? Looking at the downpour in front of you. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart was straight and cold, and the last heavy rain allowed the zombies to evolve and the animals to mutate. What will happen to this heavy rain?

For Zhang Xiaoqiang, the zombies that have not evolved are like grazing sheep. The sheep gather in groups may kill people, but they won't scare him. The evolved zombies are like carnivores, they will bite your neck. , tear open your chest and eat your flesh and blood. It is hard to prevent.

But it’s nothing compared to mutant animals. Zombies only rely on instinct to act. Instinct pursues flesh and blood to make themselves evolve, while mutant animals are different. You don’t know when and where it will appear. They have Wisdom, the instinct of hunting in their blood, they know ambushes, smuggles, and even sneak attacks.

The dangers of the coming of the end of the world are also coming, and it is not easy for every survivor to live until now, and it will become more and more difficult as the end of the world will continue to survive. Thinking of a survivor who died in front of him for various reasons, "Hey!!" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed.

"It’s going to rain, mother wants to marry, let it go!" Zhang Xiaoqiang walked inside the cave, but the pace between the walks seemed heavy.

Dispelling the darkness, the light that flashed the light flashed, and the light in the hole was also dark and clear. "吱........" The grinding wheel on the cutting machine swiftly turned, and the air was filled with a fur. The scorching odor of the fire, Zhang Xiaoqiang lowered his head and carefully cut the animal skin with a cutter.

Last time I tried my best to peel off the skin of the mutant beast but I couldn't find a way to use it. Zhang Xiaoqiang was idle, and remembered the cutting machine and electric drill found in the roadside repair shop, so Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to be processed into leather.

"Uncle, what are you doing? So stinky!" Zhang Keer moved his eyes from PSP to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"It’s too far away, I’m busy, I don’t have time to deal with you!” Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look up and just carefully operated the cutting machine.

After three or two minutes.

"Uncle, I have a stomachache!" Yang Keer said with a hand on his stomach while looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"I think of a way, the amount is not a doctor, not even gynecology." Zhang Xiaoqiang still did not look up.

"No, it's people who want to make it easy!" Yang Keer was a little embarrassed. The head is weak and weak.

"What are you doing here? Do you still want to wait for me to wipe your fart and stocks." Zhang Xiaoqiang finally raised his head, his mouth curled up, his expression was very low.

"I hate to die! Uncle, you are disgusting! The thoughts are not pure, too dirty!" Yang Keer stood up with his hands on his hips and said to Zhang Xiaoqiang angrily.

"Hey! I am more than you middle school students? I am too pure!" Zhang Xiaoqiang is not happy, very bitter feeling.

Comrade Zhang Xiaoqiang is a good comrade with traditional ideas. He solved his virginity at the age of twenty-seven. Since he was married by his girlfriend and ended his short life of three or four months, he no longer knows the flesh. I don’t know how many times Zhang Xiaoqiang wrote the banknotes in his pocket, squatting at the Wenzhou hair salon, the roadside nightclub door. The sweat of the palm of my hand kept insulting the banknotes in my pocket, and my heart kept making up my mind to rush in.

I can think of the plum, poison, shower, and disease posters posted in the community bulletin board, just like a spoon of ice water poured into my heart, tearfully, go home one step at a time, continue to be a monk to go home with the five girls to chat with.

Resentment! How many years have you not been "that"? Seven years? Still eight years? Feeling some can't remember?

"Uncle! What do you say, what is going on like this outside!" Yang Keer interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang's single memories with a little anxious tone!

Usually solving the Lazarus problem is outside the hole, it is raining outside today, so the toilet is gone!

"Look for a place to solve, as long as you are not on the channel, not at the water pool, not on the side of the goods!" Zhang Xiaoqiang emphasized the principle of three nos to Yang Keer.

"Which can only be in the innermost shackles? But it's so dark and black! I'm a little scared." Yang Keer looked at the deepest part of the platform and was reluctant.

"Then you will lie on it!" Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cares about Yang Keer's bow and keep busy.

Yang Keer stood there for a little while hesitating, and finally decided to go inside to solve personal problems, find a flashlight to hold the PSP and go deep into the platform.

Is it that Yang Keer’s little girl also has the potential of a house girl? Looking at Yang Keer holding the PSP slow walking walk, Zhang Xiaoqiang scorned in his heart! "That's the death of the brothers!"

"Uncle, you are going to open it!" Yang Keer shouted deep in the depths of the platform.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked by Yang Ke's screaming, almost cut by the cutting machine.

"On your fart and stocks, there are some good-looking, nonsense!" Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up and thought that Yang Keer was angry and shouted.

"No! There is a door here!" Yang Ker's voice came again.

"Do you want a small girl to seduce me?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought evilly~www.readwn.com~ while walking to Yang Keye.

A rusted iron gate on the rough stone wall was quietly set in the corner. The rust on the door, such as the scales of the python, was layered. At first glance, the difference between the door and the stone wall could not be distinguished. I really don’t know Yang Ke. How did you see this iron gate?

"Yeah! Uncle, you don't know. It was so dark here! There are a lot of small stones on the ground. It's very difficult to go. I walked with one hand on the wall. Suddenly I touched the rust. I saw you! I am very good?" Yang Keer said on the side of her work, and even the important things she wanted to do were forgotten.

Knocked on the iron door, the iron door made a muffled sound, and the rust fell like a raindrop. The door was locked by an iron lock, and the iron lock had already died with the iron gate rust and looked like a shovel.

"嘭" Zhang Xiaoqiang used the crowbar of the tire to open the iron door, and a turbid and dull smell came out. "There is no vent in it." Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it.

Pulling Yang Keer, who wanted to rush in to see and understand, waited until the air circulation was almost Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then went into the flashlight, Yang Keer was anxious to follow.

After a few steps through the iron gate, a huge space was reached. The light of the flashlight printed a huge aperture on the stone wall in the distance. The space was very large and there were nearly a thousand squares of space. Only some distant slogans can be seen on the stone walls in the distance.

"To the great leader Mao, the President!"

"Everything* is a paper tiger!"

“Deep digging holes and accumulating food!”

Yang Keer is chanting on the side, she has never seen it, she feels very novel.

"Uncle, what does it mean to dig deep into the hole?" Yang Keer asked curiously.

"I just have to dig holes, there are things to drill holes!" Did not find a little benefit Zhang Xiaoqiang is a little absent-minded.