Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

On the ninth floor of the hotel, the air here should have been filled with the strong aroma of food and the sweet taste of juice drinks.

But now, apart from the fishy smell of blood, there is only an extremely unpleasant rotten sour smell left.

The tiramisu and icing cakes in the glass counter were still placed in their original places. According to the usual practice, the cafeteria at this time was already full of guests who came to eat.

At the bar not far away, there should be four or five bachelors in leather shoes or sweaters and leather pants sitting or standing, waiting for the music that makes everyone excited in the middle of the night.

Maybe you can find a suitable partner and spend a beautiful night with her.

The dim moonlight cast into the dining room from the window illuminated three grotesque figures with stiff movements and blood-stained suits, like contestants in a mechanical dance competition who wore the wrong clothes.

In the back kitchen, a row of elevators with room numbers continued to work.The normal supply of electricity allows these machines, which rely on computers and energy to work, to respond appropriately after receiving correct instructions even when no one is operating them.

Three strange humanoid creatures that were originally in the restaurant walked into the back kitchen, swaying and lying on the elevator button that was still stained with a trace of blood.

The coagulated blood still had an indescribable attraction to the zombies whose bodies were controlled by the virus. One of them bent down and picked up a mouse with red eyes.

Its hair became thicker, and its tail became as strong as a steel needle the moment it was picked up. It was obviously not a normal creature.

There was a wisp of white viscous liquid on the teeth. On the ground next to the counter, a corpse wearing a chef’s uniform had only black and red holes in the eyes. As for the important organ called the window of the soul, It has already turned into a delicacy in the mouth of zombie mice.

The zombie who caught the mouse was not like those zombies in the street. His fingers didn't touch the mouse's body at all. Instead, he could see several small blue arcs in the dark kitchen.

With its mouth wide open, the zombie who was lucky enough to catch a mouse seemed very interested in this snack that could be swallowed in one gulp.

The joints seemed to be glued together by cement, just like the stiff action of a hook machine when it was hoisted. The mouse that was "clipped" in the air fell straight into the zombie's foul-smelling mouth, leaving only one The twitching tail kept flicking as the zombie chewed.

"Ding!"

The sound of the elevator arriving at the designated location attracted the attention of the three zombies, and they slowly reached out to grab the elevator car that protruded slightly from the entrance, and the three zombies slowly climbed into the elevator car that trembled due to the weight, huddled together Waiting for the action in this small space.

After a long time, a zombie seemed to realize something. It kicked two other zombies who had been squeezed into a corner, and fell out of the elevator car. on the button.

Amidst the hum of hydraulic oil being squeezed out, the zombie standing outside the elevator thoughtfully tapped the button next to it again. After getting into the dark box, he stretched out his thin palm and touched the elevator. The outside button was tapped twice indiscriminately.

The door was closed, and the zombies staying in the wing only knew that the surroundings were dark and could not smell the food.But in its still working brain, dozens of people's shadows appeared faintly. With the sound of the elevator descending, it gradually became clear and clear, and finally turned into pale silhouettes, placed on its own in front of.

The zombies became excited, but they couldn't open the unmanned elevator door.Just as it frantically scratched the smooth and solid elevator car wall, a gradually expanding bright light floated into the zombie's nose along with the rich aroma of food.

The originally stiff movements accelerated suddenly, as if the machine had finally been filled with lubricating oil. The zombies that sprang out of the food elevator opened by a service technician were like lone wolves rushing into the flock. They were still the most insatiable and hungry. The lone wolf, which had been suffering for dozens of days, frantically harvested all the humans it saw.

The technicians and social youth who were reminded by the scream nervously watched the blood-stained zombie slowly walk out from the supply room where snacks and fruits were supposed to be brought out. After confirming that there was only one zombie for the time being, the two bold The young social youth immediately raised the machete in his hand and strode towards the zombie.

"Only one dares to appear in front of the uncle! Lao Tzu!" Before the raised blade hit the stiff zombie's neck, there was a crisp sound of stabbing, and the machete that was still tightly held in his hand suddenly floated up. , was held in the hands of the zombies under the traction of three blue electric lights.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka..." The zombie's cervical joints made a series of crisp sounds, and slowly turned its head, looking at the machete controlled by him in the palm of his hand, his hard and shrunken cheeks twitched twice , unexpectedly gradually emerged a ferocious arc.

"Meat... Meat!" The terrible roar almost uttered a strong rotten breath, and the two young people who were standing closest staggered, turned around and ran in disbelief, only to find that the two young men who were still behind them The zombie jumped onto the three-meter-high chandelier at some point, grinning stiffly.

"Meat……"

The machete suspended in the zombie's hand suddenly trembled, and under the attraction of gravity, it was inserted straight into the youth's instep.The transmission speed of the optic nerve is faster than the pain. The young man froze in place, blinked his eyes, opened his mouth ferociously, let out an unbearable cry of pain, and fell to the ground.

"My feet! Feet!" The young man who ran out twirled and rushed to the side of his fallen companion, supported him with his shoulders who couldn't stand up because of the injured foot, and strode towards the shotgun that was already ready to shoot. ready man.

"Shoot! Shoot!" Pressing hard on the wounded's head, the young man and he stooped and ran towards the crowd, but felt his body sinking again, the sour smell and the ugly face, staring at him from behind.

"Bah!" After the loud echoing sound, the young man who had closed his eyes and prepared to die did not feel the pain he imagined. Looking up, the people in front of him did not feel the joy of killing the target as imagined, but all It was a look of panic.

Not only that, the young man also heard a strange whining sound.

At first, I thought it was just the sound of gunshots that echoed in my ears, but when I moved my eyes up, I saw hundreds of iron sands suspended in the air, as finely divided as the dark particles in the pot of sugar-fried chestnuts.

An invisible force emanated from the zombie's body. The humming sound was the noise made by the rapid rotation of the projectile. Looking in the dark, each projectile was connected to several light blue arcs.

The zombie's cheeks were raised all the time, and it looked like it was laughing or crying. The young man wanted to take advantage of the moment it was attracting attention and leave, but found that the two withered palms that seemed to have only bones remained tightly He clutched his shoulders and the neck of his companion.

Originally pale due to blood loss, he had already been pinched like a ripe tomato, his face flushed and his arms twitching, and after a few puffs of bullets piercing his flesh, he stopped the meaningless flurry of dancing.

His neck was cut off alive by the zombie, and as for the hundreds of tiny iron sands, which were supposed to blow up the zombie's head, they broke into the unimportant abdominal cavity of the zombie.The foul-smelling blood slowly flowed out from the small wound.

The "meat" seemed to be in a happy mood. The zombie slowly lowered its head, roared at the sweaty young man's back, and then bit hard on the young man's soft neck exuding the breath of the living.

This... will be a massacre...

On the seventh floor, Lan Zijian with a gun looked at the guy in the hands of Mo Ze and Chen Simeng, and asked a little strangely: "...what are you going to do with the fork and knife for western food?"

The food elevator will definitely not go up or down without reason. As for the contents inside, Moser is not so curious to open it.Just by listening to the chaotic sound of jingling bells, one can already guess that it is not a normal creature.

Although the possibility of the chef hiding himself inside and escaping from the kitchen was not ruled out, after Moze knocked three times, three long and three short emergency signals with the handle of the knife, the voice from the elevator was still Disorganized.

So even if the chef was really hiding inside, it could only be the chef who turned into a zombie.

The wall near the elevator entrance is tiled like the rest, which is why Moser went to the living room and removed four chairs.

Anyway, there are a total of ten chairs, and the remaining four are enough.After moving the microwave oven to the living room, Mo Ze and Chen Simeng glanced at each other, and compared several wooden strips broken from the chair to the elevator entrance.

"Why? Use the knife and fork as a nail!" It doesn't matter that Lan Zijian and the others exposed their true strength, or it's nothing. If they can use simulation, the explosive power will be even more terrifying.

Letting a knife and fork penetrate two finger-thick solid wood by hand alone, and then nail it into the wall may sound appalling, but when you actually see it, it's just a momentary reaction of astonishment.

After all, there are even zombies, and a few more people with special abilities are nothing.

Lan Zijian thought to himself mockingly.

After a while, the elevator that made the strange sound was covered by layers of wooden strips without any trace, and even the noisy sound of hitting metal could only be heard sporadically because of the high decibel. The "fugitive" who was "sealed" by the wooden board.

Mo Ze, who was amused by his own thoughts, ordered Qian Qiuxue and Peng Ruyun, who were still holding the bread saw, to move all the movable things in the kitchen to the living room, and looked back at Lan, who was still terrified because she didn't know what creatures were in the elevator. Zijian pointed to the half-open door.

"Open the door, let's move the refrigerator out too! Save yourself having to come in and listen to this weird noise for breakfast tomorrow morning." Pulling out the power cord of the refrigerator, Moze thought about it, and suddenly clapped his hands excitedly: "Hey! Let's board up this door like in the movie!"

Lan Zijian didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only shake his head with a wry smile, and participated in Peng Ruyun's carrying work.

As for Moser?Play how he likes!Anyway, he and his little boyfriend are dicks!