Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang has come back to him. The half-pack instant noodles that he just eats seem to have been digested. The feeling of hunger is stronger. Forced not to look at the remaining packets of instant noodles on the desk, just pouring a glass of water into the stomach. I hope to be able to mix water. I have been waking up every day since the crisis. I am still dreaming about life. The noodles are finished, the eggs are finished, and there are three bags of instant noodles. This is still two days. One and a half packs, one pack and a half a day. I used to eat two packs and two fried eggs before, and the rice didn’t dare to go out and find food to eat dry food. Otherwise, I didn’t have the strength to run.

Looking at the belly that slowly squats down, I used to lose weight but I couldn’t reduce it. Now I have at least 5 pounds. I think it’s funny, I think I want to cry, although he usually has no heart and lungs. A younger sister doesn't know life and death, and she always can't worry about it. This half-month is nothing to think about the past, thinking about the scene where my parents used to be reunited with my family. I thought about the teacher who used to study, and the classmates let themselves for the first time. The lingering Linger remembered the naughty little girl who painted the turtle behind him, as well as his colleagues and friends who used to go to work, and even missed the Badong little girl who bought the breakfast at the street. My sister’s phone has been unable to get through the landline. No one is picking up. I want to come to the fierce and sorrowful. I don’t want to give up my dreams.

The zombies downstairs are still wandering around, and occasionally you can see acquaintances living nearby. The streets are covered with broken glass, torn clothes and sporadic bones, various garbage, and distant places. A bus that burns empty shells. A sad feeling is always tangled in my heart, thinking that I have become a zombie wandering around, thinking that food will try to be starved to death, thinking that friends and family have become zombies to eat and live, and desolate into despair . Hemp went to the kitchen and picked up the kitchen knife. He slowly put the blade on his neck and closed his eyes. He squeezed the knife tightly until he felt too **** his wrist. He still couldn’t keep his heart down. He put down the kitchen knife and held his head back. The wall slid down to the ground, tears came out constantly, he was afraid of death, he did not dare to commit suicide.

He hates that he is useless, reading is useless, he can't even commit suicide, his mood is slowly calming down, and he thinks that 90% of the people have become mourning, he is still alive, and 6.3 billion people are infected. Is he all right? Is it a matter of heaven, I want to think about it for a long time, I feel better now, and I have watched the King’s watch at 10 am. I want to go out and find food without being starved. The zombies fight for you to die. He came to the front hall and opened the curtains. On the glass window, he carefully tore a small piece of newspaper that was pasted half a month ago and looked out. The small dish in the middle of the platform was seen with a few rows of green cabbage. His saliva flowed down, and his eyes were removed from the cabbage and carefully observed. There were not many zombies on the platform. The two families across the house told the platform wall to open the greenhouse and open the door to the balcony. Now the door opens and there are several zombies in and out of each other. There is a zombie on the stairway above and below the platform. There are a total of 7 stairs, one opposite to the other, and it takes three minutes to walk from the opposite side. His goal is the platform. Chinese cabbage in the middle.

It’s not enough to deal with the zombies with bare hands. To prepare the weapons, there is no ready-made thing at home. Find the tools that his dad left before. The first thing I saw was an eight-pound hammer. I tried it and shook my head. It was too heavy. His The power is not good. If you can play more than three or five times, you can't stand it. Continue to find it, pull out a hoe, try the right weight, go to the kitchen and take a metal lid as a shield, and drill a few times in the living room. Looking for feelings, I felt ready to go when I felt almost there. I went to the door and I was hesitant. I put my hand on the doorknob several times and finally thought of starvation and death. I said, "The dead bird is in the sky, not dead for thousands of years. "Open the door and go out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang plans to kill the zombies at the stairway. It is too close to the vegetable dish. Take a minute to try to take the cabbage before the zombies on the opposite side. He wears high-top military shoes and wears his father’s woolen coat. Leather gloves, holding the zombies, did not take the head and quickly ran to the stairs. A zombie was walking up. He smelled his scent and fluttered at him. This was his first time to see the zombies at close range. The zombies were dark. The two eyes can be put into a fist, and the black teeth are all made into a miniature triangular scraper. The person who looks at it is cold. A strong body smelled like a scent, and his heart vomited and wanted to spit it out. The zombie had already rushed to his pot shield. The shocked man stepped back. The feeling of the previous fight came back. He turned the shield toward The left one let the right foot lift out of the chest, and the zombie rolled down the stairs. He couldn’t wait for him to go down to the vegetable dish and put down his arms. He took out the snakeskin pocket and grabbed a piece of cabbage and put it in the dirt. The corner of the eye aimed at the opposite zombie step by step toward him, fast, and fast, he gasped and kept the cabbage into the bag, hands smashed into the black soil and touched the stalk to bring the cabbage out. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~The juice of the mud and the leaves of the vegetables can't be felt in the eyes. I just want to pick a few more. This is food, hope! The zombie is not far from him. He can’t be greedy any more. It’s time to go. He grabbed his pocket and grabbed his weapon and tried to run home. He saw the entrance of the corridor and he stepped in again. He stepped into the corridor and ran to the house. go with.

Suddenly the iron door opened across the door, and he rushed at him with the corpse smell of the zombies that the neighbors turned into. The sharp claws were less than 10 cm from his eyes, and a chill was going up from the tail vertebrae. Through his head, he wanted to yell at the scorpion but couldn’t make a sound, thinking of two words in his mind:

"End"

The leg was soft and sat down on the ground. The shield hit the plane and the zombie flew out. His mind was blank, his feet were on the calf's calf, and the zombie's center of gravity fell to him. He rolled over. Aside, the **** in his hand was desperately squatting on the zombies, and the upper body of his zombies had been smashed by his cockroaches, and the black blood was flying everywhere, and the strong body was stinky. His head must burst open.

The zombie opposite the platform is only about ten meters away from him, three strong walks in front, and the back of the three old ladies slowly follow the back, smelling his smell is very excited, for the near-footed prey they It was a must, he jumped up from the ground, and even the shields were too late to take back and carry the pockets and enter the house.

Locking the security door, he leaned on the iron door and vomited deeply. The body splashed the blood of the zombie and he was so ill that he quickly ran into the toilet and replaced the clothes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the cabbage in his pocket and tidy it up on the floor tiles, a total of 11 pieces of 20 kilograms.

The zombies outside were scratching the iron gate, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had confidence in living for the first time.