The strongest reserve for the doomsday

I gritted my teeth, lifted my legs, and kicked the iron door in the middle near the lock.

"Bang~"

There was a muffled sound, and the door was kicked open by me.

The sound was much quieter than I expected, probably because the door hadn't been opened for a long time, and no one had come up to check it, it was in disrepair, and the iron inside was rotten, so I kicked it open with such a gentle kick.

When the door was opened, a bright light came in from outside.

In this weird and depressing corridor, I didn't seem to stay for a moment, opened the iron door and walked out towards the terrace, and then closed the iron door again, and moved a few cement piers on the terrace to block the front of the iron door to prevent the zombies below from climbing up later.

When I was done, I sat down. After resting first, I took a closer look at the terrace on the top floor of the inpatient department.

It's a very common and ordinary terrace, but it's very different from the kind of terrace on the roof of a second-floor shop.

The difference is that this terrace is not a complete platform plane, but a small grid separated by a comprehensive staggered cement low wall, each square is about the size of a house, the wall between the squares is about half a meter high, the width is about 30 cm, and there are all kinds of equipment installed in these squares on this terrace.

Among them, the most is the central air conditioning, I estimate that the central air conditioning of the entire building has been installed here.

In addition to air conditioning, the most common thing is the ventilation duct, or fresh air system. There are exhaust ports, there are air intakes, and these silver pipes are also densely packed on them.

There are also two large black water tanks and more than a dozen solar water heaters. These water heaters are still working well, and from a distance, you can see bursts of hot air coming out of the tubes of the solar water heaters.

Two water tanks occupy the position of the two rooms, and it seems that the water in each tank can hold several tons.

"I don't know if the water in these tanks can I drink it?"

I looked at the tanks and remembered the tanks I had made on the roof of the Little Raccoon No. 1 community. If the water tank here was the same as the one I bought to collect rainwater, then there would be no water to worry about now.

At that time, my little Raccoon No. 1 strategic reserve base was just gone, otherwise I would still be alive and well now that I was over there. It's much better than being so uprooted now.

I sighed softly, it was still a bit difficult to climb from the ground to this 12 or 3 story high, but now I have been sitting here for almost 5 minutes, and the cold wind has been blowing on the roof for 5 minutes, and I see that I am almost resting now.

He stood up, pulled the walkie-talkie from his shoulder, and walked to the top of the central fence in the middle of the roof, hoping that it would make the signal better.

But actually, I can receive the signal from anywhere on this roof, and I take it off my shoulder, just to comfort myself. Tied to the shoulder, in fact, it can be heard.

Standing on the cement pier of the fence in the middle, which should be relatively high on this roof, I looked south.

In the distance, the high-rise buildings of Lin'an City stand in the southern sky. Nearby, most of the streets are covered with all kinds of fallen leaves and all kinds of garbage. But there was not a single person in sight, and not a single zombie was seen. There is a sense of apocalyptic loneliness.

At the thought of zombies, I turned around and walked towards the east. There's our old friend over there.

Just now, that is, in the morning, the fat man and I have been here, but a little further west of our current location, where we are surrounded by a group of zombies in the fat man's mouth. In the end, the two of us successfully ran over the wall and ran downwind, so as to avoid the fate of being besieged by these zombies.

To the east is a small turret, which is bypassed, the stairwell, to the westernmost part of the building's flat-roofed terrace. I put my hand on a small pergola on the door of my head, and from here I looked in the direction of Qingqing Elementary School to the west.

From here, you can see several low-rise teaching buildings of Qingqing Primary School, but the gate of Qingqing Primary School is blocked by the woods on both sides of the road. Only one corner of the gate can be seen.

It's very clean and quiet now, and there is no trace of zombie activity.

"Could it be that these zombies have dispersed?" I

said to myself. This is good news for me, because when we go to Qingqing Middle School next to Qingqing Primary School to get a school bus, it will be much more convenient.

After all, how can we allow others to snore on the side of the couch! Where we make cars, how can such a large group of zombies exist.

"Numb, you have to get down to business and leave this damn place!"

I looked to the east for a while, and then I immediately felt bored, and I returned to the door of the stairwell, leaning back against the wall, and my fingers unconsciously reached into the pocket of my jacket, and I looked back and took out a piece of spiritual food, and then lit one for myself.

To be honest, I was still a little anxious just now, why hasn't this ghost signal come yet, and when will it be.

However, once I sat down and smoked my food for thought, I relaxed. On the contrary, I enjoy the tranquility and silkiness of the moment, but I hope that this ghost signal will not come for the time being, so that I can have a good rest.

But creation is such a trick on people, you want him to come, but he just doesn't. You don't want her to come, she's here right away

!" He came, he came, he came with a gift! He came, he came, he stepped on the auspicious clouds to come in!"

Lao Tzu waited for so long, this signal finally came, I hurriedly put the spiritual food to the side with my teeth, then looked at the watch, recorded the time, and then recorded the length of the signal, as well as the signal strength and content.

"Squeak squeak

~ squeak ~ squeak ~ squeak ~ squeak ~ squeak ~ squeak ~ squeak ~" This time the signal is still a little different from the last signal, it was originally a crisp knocking sound, but this time, it was more like scratching the sound of the walkie-talkie horn with your fingernails. However, this rhythm is still very right, that is, three long and two short. Can't be wrong.

This time, the signal did not last very long, it was repeated three times, and then there was no more movement.

I saw that this was about the same, so I straightened out the spiritual food, stood up, looked at the provincial road to the east, squinted at it, and smoked it again.

At this moment, a small silver-gray bread rushed out from under the shade of the tree, and drove quickly along the provincial road towards me.

"Numb, this kid's legs and feet are quite neat~"

After speaking, I threw the cigarette butts into the special cigarette butt recycler in the classified garbage bin on the terrace, and then re-stuffed the pen, paper and walkie-talkie into the bag, and moved the cement pier outside the door of the stairwell, ready to go downstairs and go home.

After standing outside for a long time, just entering the dim stairwell, my eyes couldn't adapt to it all at once, and my eyes were full of all kinds of circles, and after getting used to it for a while, I could barely see the road, so I turned on the flashlight and walked downstairs.

When I walked to the 7th and 8th floors, I suddenly realized, Nima, I seemed to hear something moving down there.

All of a sudden, I was scared into a cold sweat. Hurriedly unloaded the AK rifle from his shoulder, then installed the flashlight on top of the AK rifle, bent his waist, and slowly climbed down.