The strongest reserve for the doomsday

"Kick ~ squeak ~ kick ~ squeak ~"

There was a sound of feet dragging the floor outside the door from far and near. However, this is definitely not the sound that a normal person should make when walking, if I guess correctly, this is definitely a zombie, and there is more than one!

" It's going to rain and the mother is going to get married, ignore him and continue to sleep!"

Then he turned around, intending to continue sleeping on my heart.

The sweet dream didn't last long, and it was probably less than half a cigarette, when suddenly came from

the door: "Squeak~",

and the door of the inner room was actually pushed open by this zombie.

"Numb, are you impatient, isn't it good to live well? Do you want to provoke

Lao Tzu?" is the so-called side of the couch how to allow zombies to snore, now that the zombies have run to Lao Tzu's dormitory, is

it unbearable! I sat up with a somersault of

"bang ~",

and then picked up my AK rifle from the side of the bed, opened the safe, pulled the bolt, pulled the trigger, and did it in one go. It was a shuttle bullet that shot towards the door.

"Da Da ~ Da

~ " But the strange thing is that this AK rifle seems to feel a little wrong today! How do you feel that it is only the weight of a pack of cigarettes?

Just when I was wondering, a gentle voice came from my ears:

"Young Master, you are awake!",

but this was not Zheng Yan or Zheng Qian's voice.

I shook my head, opened my eyes, and a dazzling light shot in from the outside, and after a long while, I was able to see clearly that it was Feng Ma, a housekeeper with a kind and peaceful face, who was in front of me.

I took another look at what I was holding in my right hand, and where it was an AK rifle, but a pu fan made of a pu kui page.

And I was alone, lying on my own bed, and the fat man, Zheng Yan, and Zheng Qian naturally didn't have one.

I instantly lost the spirit I had just now, and collapsed in disappointment on the bed.

I used the fan on my right hand to fan myself.

"Young master, are you dreaming again~ This is the medicinal porridge I just boiled, drink it while it's hot~ Come on, I'll feed you~"

Feng Ma asked with concern while handing over a bowl of medicinal porridge on the side.

"Thank you, Mama Feng, I'm fine, you put the porridge here, I'll just come by myself, I'm just injured, not disabled~"

It's been 10 years since the outbreak of Resident Evil, and I've had countless dreams like this, back to the past period of doomsday full of hardships and hardships.

I fantasize about fighting zombies with Fat Man, Zheng Yan, Zheng Qian and other friends, fighting against Doomsday Hunters, fighting against UBM Umbrella Company, the culprit of Resident Evil, and fighting against the end of the world.

But every time I wake up from a dream like this, it brings me infinite surging and loss.

My name is Xun Yu, and I am a former ordinary programmer in the wedding industry APP.

Jianghu people give the nickname Nanyang Daoren. It's not that I have anything to do with Taoism, but I was born in Nanyang Dao, and everyone dislikes my original name and is difficult to pronounce, so they simply call me Nanyang Daoren by the name of the place.

Just 10 years ago, UBM Umbrella Company, a multinational biochemical pharmaceutical giant, invested $500 billion to secretly develop a chemical weapon T virus at the Biochemical Research Base in Little Raccoon City.

But then, due to a mistake in the operation of an experiment, the virus leaked, and in an instant, the entire city fell into a Resident Evil and became a hell on earth

! Countless people were infected by the virus and lost their lives, but the problem is, they did not really die! but

became zombies, demons of the doomsday survivors, a bloodthirsty creature. And we normal humans have become the prey of their mouths.

I lay in bed and thought back to what had happened in the last ten years. During this time, there were many stories that happened around me, some funny, some gratifying, some touching, and some that made me speechless and angry.

But at the end of the day, whether it's sad or happy, happy or apprehensive, looking back on those days of survival in the last days, I just remember that it was full of happy memories.

I'm also here to write to you the legendary story of me after the Resident Evil with a happy brushstroke. This story has to start with the incident when my village was demolished 10 years ago.

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The author has something to say:

In this novel, the protagonist does not engage in awakening, upgrading, rebirth, or otherworldly space. Completely as an ordinary person, with realistic brushstrokes through the reserve of materials, careful planning, the trust of friends through this difficult and difficult days. Contains a large list of supplies and doomsday survival tips