Apocalypse Cockroach: Three guard dogs?

At 7:30 am on January 20, 2013, the alarm of the mobile phone awakened the Zhang Xiaoqiang. After waking up, he went to the living room and counted the remaining supplies as usual. Five days ago, he got a half of the cabbage in exchange for the small life, rice. Four or five pounds, the cigarettes were gone yesterday, and the days without cigarettes made him a veteran smoker uncomfortable.

The sound of “Peng” came from security door.

Since five days ago, the zombie outside the door has destroyed the steel door outside the door, and the desire and greed for flesh and blood made them stay outside the door like a loyal dog.

The corpses in the house became stronger, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was used to it. Sometimes I subconsciously think that only this smell is normal. The previous ones are slowly leaving him, leaving only the instinct to live.

Walk into the kitchen and turn on the induction cooker. Pour the leftover bacon rice into the wok and add the chopped cabbage with water to boil. After the pot is divided into two, eat one in the morning and one in the evening.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the window of the computer room as usual and looked at the zombie downstairs and downstairs, at the end of the road, at the dark and heavy and dull sky, and the obscure clouds carried A bit of cold breath suppressed his heart and made him feel sleepy.

What a wish that a convoy suddenly appeared at the end of the road, with a row of PLA soldiers standing in a camouflage carriage, sweeping the despair of the world with a steel gun in his hand, drove those rotten zombie into hell, let him Go back to the old days.

Fantasy is a fantasy after all, zombie is still swaying everywhere, and Zhang Xiaoqiang still has to worry about food. Returning to the living room with hands on his head to prepare for today’s physical training, the otaku slowly becomes weak after a long period of time. If he wants to live, he has to desperately improve his physical fitness. Now even a little improvement is good.

“Forty-seven” and “forty-eight”… “fifty”

. . . . “Hoo” Zhang Xiaoqiang breathed out a long breath and put both hands on the ground, too tired, I haven’t exercised for such a long time. Thinking that the zombie outside the door was still outside, there was not much food at home, and Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and held his head with both hands to start again.

Put the eight-pound hammer in the corner and pick up a towel to wipe the sweat beads all over your face. Two thousand leapfrogs, five hundred waves of an eight-pound hammer made him tired. The food for breakfast was almost digested, and his stomach began to cry again.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Xiaoqiang figured out how to solve the six zombie outside the door. The shield was thrown outside the door by him. Without defense equipment, he could not fight zombie. The anti-theft steel door was open outwards and could not be locked inside Open the gap one by one to solve, after a few days of dry rice, the body is strong and it is impossible to pair six.

I can’t think of a way to do it. Zhang Xiaoqiang is holding my head and fingers and scratching my scalp vigorously. I don’t have any idea if I think about all the ways. I saw the yellow fruit tree cigarette case on the coffee table and habitually grabbed my hand and shook it. Thinking of yesterday is gone. I looked at the cigarette **** in the ashtray and found a piece of white paper to disassemble the cigarette **** and carefully piled the remaining shredded tobacco on the white paper into a strip and rolled it up.

Looked for a lighter to ignite, took a sip and leaned on the sofa watching the landline phone call at home, thinking that I hadn’t paid the landline phone bill for a few months? Three months or four months? The beautiful MM in the telecom business hall should also become zombie. There are more than 80 yuan of phone fees in the mobile phone to contribute to telecom in vain. Isn’t it a big loss? The brain was full of marginal thoughts, and Zhang Xiaoqiang‘s eyes unconsciously glanced over the phone line.

“Wait”. ,

Phone line? Zhang Xiaoqiang re-focused his eyes on the telephone line, a flash of light flashed in his heart, but he couldn’t catch it.

Looking blankly at the phone line, the brain turned quickly. What can the phone line do besides talking on the phone? Hanging clothes, drying quilts, tying up, thinking about the light of his heart, “just as a rope” He stood up and walked back and forth, looking for a rope and tied it to the door of security door Fix it on the other end, and then open the door without fear that the door will be squeezed by zombie. Opening the door seam can solve the zombie outside the door one by one.

As soon as you think about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang got a thin hemp rope tied to the iron railing on the window in the storage room, leaving a long distance of ten centimeters on the other end and tied it to the doorknob. It is impossible to use a hammer for weapons Too small to display. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a galvanized water pipe of about 1.5 meters, and felt that the power was too small to deal with zombie.

Continuing through his dad’s toolbox, I sigh! Fortunately, his dad would do anything, go to the countryside in the 1960s to dig a ditch, and in the 1970s he was the director of a motor factory. Although there were only a dozen people or the size of a collective business, it was not an official. Ten thousand households!

Unfortunately, his dad likes to play, fishing, hunting, and not thinking about business. Otherwise, he can be a small model. His dad made his fishing rod and shotgun himself. For a while, China took severe shots. His dad dared to throw that manual front flint rifle into Yangtze River, his dad. Although the tools are gone, those tools are left behind.

“Found”.

Turn out a triangular file. The file has a foot for a long time. The triangular file is black and has not been rusted. The tool steel in the seventies absolutely guarantees the quality.

Put the wooden handle of the file into the water pipe with a knife. I tried to fear that I wouldn’t be safe. I nailed the connection between the water pipe and the wooden handle firmly with iron nails, so I wasn’t afraid of falling the chain at a critical time.

Everything is ready. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood at the door and checked his equipment. The military coat has been cleaned. Unfortunately, it has to be soiled again today. The tap water has stopped. I don’t expect to drink it but also to wash it!

The left hand holds the homemade iron spear right hand and opens the door.

“Peng”. . . . . . .

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed the door again. It was so stinky that the rotten smell of zombie he had killed a few days ago made him unable to open his eyes.

There is no mask at home, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a wool scarf to cover the nose and mouth~IndoMTL.com~ It was better to sprinkle some toilet water on the scarf.

Opening the door again, a black paw grabbed his face. The owner of the paw was trying to squeeze in through the door. This time he was prepared not to be intimidated. He carefully looked at the skin on the paws of zombie and zombie and tightened inwards. The joints were all exposed. The paws of the eagle were facing him. . zombie desperately wants to put his head in the door slit, the skin on his face is like a paw, his deep orbital cheekbones are rubbing back and forth on steel door, and he seems to want to sharpen his head and drill in.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held iron spear with both hands, and the top triangle of the triangular file pierced the eye of zombie. Holding the water pipe tightly in both hands to push the milking force forward and pushing it out, the first time I could not grasp the power with iron spear, only knowing to stab outward, the brain was faint, but there was a **** blood hidden in the bone He was excited and felt as if all zombies were nothing more than that, he could kill them all.

Another two paws came to him from the crack of the door, and the two paws wobbled in front of his eyes to wake him up. He pulled out the iron spear gun head, zombie‘s eyes turned into a deep black hole, slowly flowing out of the black sticky blood, zombie first fell on the next zombie body slowly fell to the ground , The head is facing his white eyes without pupils, and a black hole with black blood. The contrast between the two extremes made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a chill.

“There are five more” he said to himself, and he never looked at the dead zombie again.

I haven’t used a spear, and I can’t master it. He tortured the remaining five zombies with his super-thin broken gun method, when the last zombie fell to the ground.

The sound of “clang”.

Zhang Xiaoqiang can no longer hold iron spear and let it fall to the ground.