Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

On the next morning, there were not many people in the community gathered in the underground garage. Building E was an old building without an elevator.To get to the underground garage, you have to take the elevator downstairs between buildings bc.

From Moze's room, he could see that there were only seven or eight people downstairs in Building C. It didn't look like the large group of people who appeared at his door last night at all.And looking at Uncle Wang's appearance, he seems to be still waiting.

The security guards in the security room were gone long ago, either they ran out through the side door where there were no infected people, or they stayed in the security dormitory in the community.There are two nervous men near the closed iron gate, they are brothers from Building A.

Holding a long clothes rail in his hand, he carefully opened the latch of the metal door, then turned and ran towards Uncle Wang.

I can't hear what he said, it looks like he wants to leave or something.

Supporting the table with both hands, Moze, who was kneeling on the cushion, squinted his eyes and counted. There were thirteen people in total, and a few more were in the garage.

It seems that not many people choose to leave. They agreed at the time, but they may feel inappropriate after thinking about it when they go home.But also, when there is water, electricity and food at home, no one would choose to bring their own things to an unknown place.

No matter how safe that place is advertised, if you don't see it with your own eyes, the credibility will not be so high.Even if there is such a place, in the eyes of the Chinese people who are relocating, it is just someone else's territory.

A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own kennel.

The buzzing vibration sounded from the mobile phone next to the computer, and then the gradually louder music made Moze pick up the mobile phone that was hot except for the frame.

It's a phone number with no name displayed, attribution unknown.

Put aside your phone, which has been heating up from a night of map downloads, this phone number is either a scam or a sales pitch.Especially at this time, the person who wants to make a fortune may exaggerate his illness, and then trick you into not being able to find things, so that you can buy the products he wants to sell.

Lie down on the ground and do push-ups while listening to the music of the phone ringing.

After doing forty push-ups, the bell still didn't stop.

Since you're working so hard, okay, let's see what you're trying to sell me.

Unplug the charging cable, although it will not explode like an Apple phone, but the metal shell that heats up during charging is still very hot, especially in winter.

"Hey?"

It took a long time for an echo on the other end of the phone. It should have appeared in the impression, but the voice of no acquaintance could be contacted, so Moze once again focused his attention on the calling number.

I really don't know this number, but this voice?

"Is it Moze?" The person over there seemed to be doing some vigorous exercise, and there was a roar like a beast coming from the microphone.

"It's me, who are you?"

"Your home is still the place you told me, right? I'll be there in a while, don't hang up!" The owner of the voice didn't seem to hear Moze's question. After saying this, no matter what Moze said, When asking questions, they only answered with a lot less panting sound and amplified wind sound.

"What the hell?"

Half an hour later, Moze heard the sound of the doorbell. It was not the door of the room, but the electronic door downstairs in Building E.After pressing the call button, Moze asked strangely, "Who?"

"Here I come! Open the door! They are chasing after you!" It was still the same voice, and there were screams and roars louder than outside the house.

Moze is used to the screams. Ever since the zombie-like infected appeared, he could hear the screams from far or near every day.

"I'll open the door for you, the second floor, the room on the left." After pressing the door open button, Moze picked up the short spear under the coffee table, stood on the side of the door, and opened the dowel and the anti-theft door.

There was the sound of messy footsteps outside, along with a rotten stench.

The metal door was jerked open, and the young man covered in grass leaves and branches rushed into the room, and one stood up and closed the anti-theft door.Then, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, he leaned against the anti-theft door that made the sound of slamming the door and smiled miserably.

"Long time no see." Seeing that Moze stretched out his hand to pull himself up, he stretched out his palm full of black and red dirt, and shook it in front of Moze: "Don't pull me, I will get up by myself later, rest for a while Enough."

Amid the intensified slamming of the door behind him, the boy closed his muddy eyelids and sighed comfortably.

……

Moze didn't expect that those infected people had turned into that ghost. From the cat's eyes, the only difference between them and zombies was the integrity of their bodies.The black blood on the face and the rotten stench that could be smelled through the door proved that the blood was from a long time ago.

There were also several infected people with strange shreds of meat in their teeth, which made Moze move his eyes away from the cat's eyes in disgust.

The boy who gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity has been pushed into the toilet by his mother to take a bath, and wiped off the black and red footprints on the ground. Moze, who also closed the second wooden door, lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Those infected people don't look like they can calm down soon, and the days when they can lie comfortably on the sofa like this may not be many.

Even the TVs that had entertainment programs yesterday, today there are only four or five local and central stations left.

The content of the program is very unusual. It no longer entangles with the matter of the infected person, but broadcasts international affairs.

In the background is the war-torn White House. A man in a suit is holding an assault rifle with a serious and nervous expression.

"We are dissatisfied with Huaxia's behavior of taking advantage of the fire! I hope they will immediately withdraw the nuclear submarines deployed near our waters! Concentrate on alleviating the epidemic, instead of taking the path of aggression when the infected are walking all over the streets!"

I raised my eyebrows, and it seemed that Uncle Wang’s statement that the government “don’t care about us anymore” is well-founded. It really doesn’t care about the people. This is preparing for World War Three!

"Don't watch TV, TV won't tell you how serious the epidemic is now." Sitting on the sofa with a steamy body, looking sideways, the boy in his own clothes made Moze feel a little out of harmony.

"Before you talk, can you tell me who you are? Although it's very impolite..." I looked up and down at the young man exuding a warm breath. The smell of shower gel on his body diluted the rancidity brought by the infected person. Moze couldn't help but want to get closer to the boy, so that only the fragrance of lemon remained in his nose.

"You really forgot." Looking blankly at the young man shaking his head, Mo Ze felt that this should be a person with whom he had a good relationship, at least he used to have a good relationship.