Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up from the early morning and looked out the window. The sky was stunned, and a breeze with a chill came across his face. Bring a little heart in your heart.

Zhang Xiaoqiang moved three times. Here is the longest time he has lived. He spends half of his life here. He thought it would be the same for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he would have to give up today. Today he will have to give up.

Packed up the bag, checked the weapon, dressed it, went out in front of the house, and patrolled the house for the last time. Keeping everything in the house in mind, he didn’t know if he would come back, and he didn’t know what to face in the future. The dilemma, from the living room to the kitchen, to the bedroom, feeling the computer Zhang Xiaoqiang feeling,

"In the future, when there is no computer without network, I will say goodbye to the title of Otaku forever."

There was a plastic bottle in the side of the computer. The cockroach was still dead at the bottom of the bottle. It seemed that nothing happened outside the bottle. Zhang Xiaoqiang took the bottle and shook it gently. He was shaken and crawled to find a way out. The days without water for two months did not have any effect on it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly had some feelings. He was so humble, so small, but it was calm in the performance of the desperate. It took every effort on the body, minimized consumption, and silently waited for the opportunity to escape from birth. Although it is a sly instinct, it is the instinct of 蟑螂 that makes him admire. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly has hope for the future, no longer stunned.

"I will follow the example of 蟑螂, live in the end of the world like 蟑螂." Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.

Unscrew the lid, smash it out, and watch the **** quickly climb to the corner. Zhang Xiaoqiang blessed "I hope you can live" in the bottom of your heart."

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the iron gate, looked at the last look of the house, and went out.

The iron door was locked, the key was put on the string and hung around the neck, and it was tightly attached to the chest. It will carry the spirit of Zhang Xiaoqiang and it will be the home of his heart.

On March 27, 2013, the end of the last three months, nearly ninety days, Zhang Xiaoqiang left the house to formally face the future of the end of the world.

The mutated cat corpse on the platform has been burnt into gray, and there is a smell of stinky smell mixed with the smell of the body. The corpse is lying on the concrete floor. Zhang Xiaoqiang is too lazy to walk downstairs. Although the corpse dissipated yesterday, more than 40 zombies were still swaying in the garden.

Zhang Xiaoqiang went downstairs. There were more than a dozen zombies who had been trampled off the bones by the corpse. These zombies turned their faces toward him, squirting a stinky mouth and trying to bite him but could not climb. He crossed the zombies on the ground and walked to the path leading to the street.

The MP9 military sniper smashed the zombies that were on the road to the street. After the hunting of two mutated big dogs, plus the dozens of zombies that were killed on the platform yesterday and now in the garden downstairs, there are now less than a hundred zombies on the streets within the kilometer range. There is one on average about ten meters.

The street leads to the city center and has been blocked. The street leads to the city. It may take three or four hours to walk out of the city. There must be zombies on the road. Although the population density is low, there are tens of thousands! Now you can only take one step and see one step.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is in the center of the street. As long as he faces less than 50 zombies on the road to the end of the street, watching nearly fifty zombies, he has some distressed steel balls, although he found a pound or so. Steel balls, one less can be used, at least he can't do one to destroy a zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully walked along the street, sprinkled some white wine on his body, and the pungent smell made him feel slightly dizzy. "I knew that this day, I should practice the amount of alcohol."

Zhang Xiaoqiang slammed his sniper and walked on his toes with his feet on his feet. From time to time, he carefully circumvented the pieces of glass on the ground. The iron gun was inserted in the buckle on the side of the backpack. The gun head was facing up and the tail of the gun was knocking on his calf from time to time. On the other hand, the smell of liquor made the zombies smell less than thirty meters away, but unfortunately it would not work within 30 meters.

Zhang Xiaoqiang bypassed a zombie, carefully not disturbing them, feeling like a real-life version of the "Allied Death Squad" single game. When he encountered a zombie that could not be avoided, he slowly approached the distance within 30 meters of it, waiting for it to move closer to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then shot it at close range with a sniper.

After the end of the street, I don’t know how many zombies want to eat him. Zhang Xiaoqiang can only save every effort. In case of the unknowable crisis.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang shot and killed the eleventh zombie, he finally reached the crossroads at the end of the street. "Bitterness" He sighed in the sky, and finally arrived here. The scene in front of him made him cry.

Crossing the intersection is always the main road leading to the outside of the city. A heavy-duty Dongfeng dump truck transporting sand was turned over on the road. Behind the eight-meter-long body, countless types of big cards blocked the road.

The street on the left is a building materials warehouse, which can always lead to the development zone. There are factories in the development zone. There are thousands of employees in a factory. Now it must have become a zombie. When Zhang Xiaoqiang went there, he was not looking for a living path but going to death.

The street on the right is a variety of small restaurants that have been leading to the container port company on the river. The zombies on the street are no less than the zombies behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. He only has a hard scalp to touch the street leading to the river.

The density of the zombies here is much larger than before. Zhang Xiaoqiang is very laborious. Sometimes he has to deal with more than two zombies at the same time. His method of killing the zombies has become skilled, no longer waiting for the zombies to approach, far shot Killed, it is killing two D-type zombies, luck, no S-type zombies, for the power type D-type zombies he is not very concerned about the heart, the speed is not fast, can let him have time to aim. He is a bit guilty about the S-type zombies, and the speed is too fast. If he is accidentally injured, he will be hurt. If he is injured, it will become like it. Zhang Xiaoqiang still doesn't want to become a zombie~lightnovelpub.net~ After halfway through, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the edge of a tall floor-to-ceiling glass and rested.

"哗啦". The floor-to-ceiling glass was shattered, accompanied by the broken glass in the air. A tall D-shaped zombie jumped to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and a huge right-handed man waved at him. He hurriedly bowed his head, and his claws drove the airflow from his head. After hitting the iron gun on his backpack, a huge force came from the gun body. The powerful kinetic energy poured his back to the ground, followed by the D-type zombie bent down and left to shake him. .

Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried to the side and slammed into the ground. The claws fell to the ground and brought up a piece of cement brick paved on the sidewalk. The fine sand under the bricks scattered around, and countless sand fell on his head and fell into him. At the neckline, Zhang Xiaoqiang was beaten by the zombies, but he was always rolling on the ground. The slanted back of the military kettle hit the "jingle" on the ground. He rolled all the way to the zombie and pulled out the iron **** from the backpack. The greatest strength is on the ankle bone of the D-type zombies.

"Oh...", a huge anti-shock force came, the **** was raised high by the earthquake, almost flew out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm, the muscles on the palm of the hand were torn like a hot, hot.

A big foot stepped on him, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to go around with the D-type zombies, and desperately rolled to the side of the river until he hit a wheel parked on the side of the road, climbed up from the ground, and was dizzy. The D-type zombies came to him, and within the floor-to-ceiling window of the zombies, countless zombies rushed out. At least four S-type zombies were running over the tall D zombies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only felt a strong sense of urinating, and shouted and yelled back. He ran to the riverside and ran three or two steps. He saw that there were countless zombies on the road and slowly surrounded him. It must have been broken. The sound caused the attention of the zombies below, and he was surrounded by zombies.