The Journey of Survival After Turning into a Beautiful Girl

And the mop gradually began to be overwhelmed, making a cracking sound.

I retreated a distance of more than ten meters, and the small cart was also pulled over. There were three boxes of burning alcohol on the cart

bottle.

And that iron gate, under my gaze, was gradually... bit by bit... knocked open! !

"Bang!!"

With a "bang", the alcohol bottle hanging on the mop fell to the ground because the mop broke, followed by a "pop!"

sound, the alcohol bottle shattered, and

At the same time, a group of threatening zombies opened the iron gate and rushed in like a tide!

With a sound of "Shua!", I lit the alcohol bottle in my hand, and then kicked the small cart in front of me fiercely!

"Squeak... BOOM!!"

After being kicked by me, the small cart rushed forward for a certain distance, lost its balance, and fell down on the ground all of a sudden.

On the ground, meanwhile, those mourners

The corpses also turned their gazes to me!

However... the next second!

"boom!!!"

A scorching flame exploded in an instant, and a heat wave rushed towards my face. I was forced to retreat several meters by the heat.

to be able to open their eyes, and those mourners

The corpses...but ignored the heat wave formed by the flames!Crazy rushed towards me!

"The waiting is now!!"

With a soft drink, I saw the time when the zombies rushed to the flames, and I threw the alcohol bottle in my hand to the roof of the shed!

Chapter 12 First Survivor Meeting

"Crack!!"

The burning alcohol bottle hit the ceiling, and after it was broken, a large piece of transparent liquid was scattered on the group of mourners who were about to rush over.

corpses!

next second!

"boom!!"

All the zombies rushing towards me were all ablaze, the alcohol intensified the power of the flames, and they were all ablaze

The flaming zombies still want to rush through

Come on, but maybe it's because these zombies are not very resistant to high temperatures. Here the flames are nearly three or four meters high, and they have already burned.

flushed out of the fire that burned on the roof of the shed

At that time, it was no longer possible to make disgusting noises.

"quack……"

This may be the only sound they can make.

Soon, this group of zombies were burned with charcoal, and they all fell to the ground one by one, moving their bodies feebly.

After that, there was no more movement.

"bang bang bang~"

At the same time, some zombies fell on some unbroken alcohol bottles, and suddenly, the height of the flame rose again.

As the temperature rises, the temperature becomes stronger and stronger.

Come.

It burned for about a minute, but the flame still didn't shrink, and part of the roof was partially covered.

It was burning, and I slammed the

I picked up the fire extinguisher, and after confirming that there were no zombies continuing to move, I pulled the safety catch directly, facing the fire lit by alcohol.

The flame spurted up!

"sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~~~"

Press the switch and spray vigorously, and when the flames are almost completely extinguished, the dozen or so zombies have also turned into grilled flames.

Corpse, smelling of burning meat

Daw, disgusting.

Holding my nose, I checked carefully with a fruit knife, and saw that there was still a 'humming', so I stepped forward to make up for it.

Then he checked again, and he let out a sigh of relief until he was sure that there were no moving zombies.

"Phew... I was scared to death. Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would be someone else's... other corpse's lunch."

I patted my chest, and suddenly felt an astonishing elasticity from my hand. I twitched the corner of my mouth, and I put my hand down in embarrassment...

"It's better... get two more incendiary bombs. It seems that zombies don't seem to have much resistance to high temperatures."

Say it and do it.

I searched carefully in the warehouse, took a roll of bandages and medical cotton, and made two bottles of alcohol to make incendiary bombs.

After doing this, this left this

Floor, continue to go downstairs.

The chaos just now brought me straight back to the ninth floor, should everything be cleaned up this time, right?

But... why do the zombies gather on the sixth floor?

Is there something inside that attracts them?

My head is full of questions.

And when I reached the sixth floor, I found that there were three zombie corpses at the corner of the fire stairs on the sixth floor.

Obviously, this is not a natural death,

Although I don't know if loss will die naturally...

But these three bodies are interesting.

Two of them are obviously very old, and the color of their skin is even more gray, while the other... is not a zombie!

"Is this... is it a survivor who has survived a wave of catastrophe?"

I stepped forward and looked it over carefully.

He is a man in his prime, with two guns in his hand, and the most important thing is that he is wearing a protective suit, which is the kind of bulletproof.

He looks like a special police officer, his whole body has been

He was badly bitten by the zombies, but the fatal wound was indeed on the head.

Judging from the small hole in the temple on the right and the spray of dried blood on the wall on the left side of the corpse, this person should be right-handed.

Killed himself with a gun and was later murdered

The corpses had eaten part of their bodies.

After checking, the pistol in this person's right hand and the shotgun hanging on his body are out of ammunition.

Specific inferences, but most logical

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"This person rushed in from the outside... Then he ran out of ammunition and food, and he didn't want to become those monsters and committed suicide? But why?

what..."

He raised his head and looked at the iron gate behind the corpse.

"Why didn't he enter the sixth floor? If he did, would he still have a chance of life?"

Something is wrong... The man leaned against the door, obviously not because he didn't want to go in, but more like...

"Who are you protecting?"

Rubbing my chin, which is completely free of beard stubble, I sketched such a picture in my mind.

A group...or a few people had to rush into the hospital due to special reasons, but during the journey, due to the large

A large number of zombies shot out the ammunition in the hand

medicine.

They underestimated the zombies, not only couldn't escape, but also couldn't move forward, and at this moment, this man couldn't

Know why, when a

He was a bait, and after killing himself with the last bullet, he lay here.

……

Withdrawing the association in my mind, I was silent for a while. The desire to see the living still made me reach out to the sixth floor.

iron gate.

"Crack..."

"Is there something blocking the door on the other side?" Frowning, I didn't continue to push hard, but walked up

before, will sit against the corpse in front of the iron gate

I moved it aside, and although the stench made me hold my breath, I still politely put it aside.

This person...would rather die than become these things. He is a man, and those who should be respected should be respected.