On Thursday, January 31, 2013, it was a month since the outbreak of the virus. Zhang Xiaoqiang also spent 11 days from the top of the building. He still insisted on exercising every day. The leapfrog jumped from 2,000 times to 3,000 times now, adding push-ups and supine. Sit up, raise legs and other items, now his main melee weapon is a gun, and the long-range weapon is MP9 sniper. Whether it is melee or long-range, his head will not work. Only by doubling hard work will it be possible to live on more and more difficult days.

Ma Buqian rushed, the strength of the waist to drive the arm to stab the iron gun through the wrist, once, once, again, tens of thousands of exercises in 11 days, so that Zhang Xiaoqiang mastered the iron gun more and more skilled, daily volume The movement made his little belly disappear, and the chest also had a trace of muscles. A lot of leg movements made his body more flexible, at least no longer running a few steps and panting.

Thinking of the first few days, a lot of sports made Zhang Xiaoqiang sore and restless. After nearly a week, he came over. Although it was the end of the world, his status at the moment was unprecedented. He didn’t know it before. I haven’t exercised for a few years!

A lot of sweat every day, so that Zhang Xiaoqiang's reserve of water is slowly decreasing. I can't take a bath and make his body smell ugly and unpleasant. It's very uncomfortable. He doesn't care too much. What is more unpleasant than the stench?

"Huh..." Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the iron gun, picked up the mineral water bottle and unscrewed the lid. He took a sip at the mouth of the bottle and contained it in his mouth. After a little while, he swallowed it slowly, although he still felt thirsty. I can still put the cap on the table, look at the watch at five o'clock in the afternoon, habitually pick up the telescope and come to the window.

The heavy rain has been down until 11 days ago, and the sky is like a little light, so that the window is also awkward. The zombies downstairs stand quietly like a pole in the rain, covering the whole The street looks like a strange view.

Using a telescope to see the zombies carrying their heads and opening their mouths and then rain, although they can not see the expression on the face of the zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang can feel that they like rain very much, it seems that even the desire for flesh and blood has become less important.

This is a very wonderful feeling. Zhang Xiaoqiang has never had a sixth sense before. He also thinks that the sixth sense is nonsense, but now this feeling is inexplicable in his mind. In the subconscious, he couldn't help but think that this feeling was right. He put down the telescope and patted his face with his hand, trying to forget this idea that made him feel a little strange! ,

Pick up the soft shell "Yellow Crane Tower" and take out a cigarette and get angry. Sitting on the bed and staring at the smoke circle in the air, the inexplicable feeling is not only disappeared but is even stronger. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly had a strong urge to try it out. At this moment, the violent genes hidden in the depths of his blood overwhelmed his reason. He stood up and found the raincoat.

Wearing a raincoat, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the iron gun and went out. The platform that walked outside the door went down the stairs to the first floor. The 11 days of heavy rain made some water downstairs. The heavy rain diluted the odor in the air. He took a deep breath, as if he had not smelled this for many years. There is no smell of air. Although there is no odor, there is another rust in the air like steel rust.

The zombies in the garden stood in the rain like the companions on the street, and opened their mouths to pick up the rain. Zhang Xiaoqiang bent over his feet and walked toward the garden. The rain that had fallen on his feet kept falling and stunned countless shackles. When he lifted his feet, he brought up a small spray of water in the puddles into a single raft. The circle spreads out.

"Thirty meters, twenty meters, he is getting closer and closer to the zombies, his heartbeat is accelerating, his hands holding the iron gun are tight, and he breathes deeply twice, and continues to lean toward the zombies. Ten meters, five meters , two meters..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in a place about two meters away from the zombies. He raised the iron gun and pointed at the zombie's head to make a ready-to-stab preparation. He observed it carefully. The zombie seemed to carelessly standing next to Zhang Xiaoqiang, just raising his head and then raining. He found that the zombies had been drenched for a few days, and the thin cheeks began to re-round, and there was some meat on the claws, and the bones were not so obvious.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back two steps and looked at the dim light. The zombies in the garden increased from more than 30 to more than forty now. Many zodiacs in the corridor and in the house also came out and were drenched outside. It is raining.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back and looked back, ready to run. Raising the iron gun and stabbing the head of the zombie, tens of thousands of assassinations were carried out today, and the iron gun stabbed in from the eyes of the zombies, and then turned to pull out. The zombies fell on the grass covered with rain and the water splashed around.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid to wake up other zombies and ran back. He ran for more than 10 meters and looked back. All the zombies were still quietly moving in place. He was immediately excited, and the zombies who would not move were more enjoyable! ! !

Watching the sky darker and darker, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed over.

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Before rushing to the small sales department, he solved the boss who became a zombie. Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed in and couldn't touch the light switch. He found a big cardboard box, no matter what he got, he put it in, and finally loaded a few cigarettes. Almost, he moved two pieces of mineral water and tied them with braids. He used a gun to pick his shoulders and walked home.

The iron gun that picks up the water and supplies is as strong as Zhang Daqiang, and the galvanized water pipe grinds on his shoulder. The burning pain keeps eroding his nerves. He bites his teeth and walks home step by step. The road has been somewhat unclear. The heavy rain was still going down. The rain in January was filled with cold cold from the neckline of the raincoat, and the heat of his body was kept away.

Only insisted on persisting, the legs had begun to soften, and the iron guns began to tremble. The heart rushed home and rushed home, finally set foot on the platform, and saw that there was a bit of strength on the door, and he rushed into the corridor entrance with the last strength.

One foot stepped into the entrance of the corridor and the other foot was not recovered. The whole person couldn’t hold it anymore. With the supplies on the iron gun, he fell to the ground and Zhang Xiaoqiang slammed on the ground and gasped. Turned around and lay flat on the concrete floor, watching the slanting stairs and ceilings keep breathing.

After seven or eight minutes, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowed down and sat down against the wall. Mineral water, rice, canned mackerel, various biscuits and cigarettes were scattered around him.

"Oh! Hehe! Hahaha.....".....

Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed and kept laughing. Laughter spurted out of his mouth, tears streaming from his eyes, his cheeks dripping from his chin onto the raincoat and raining into one.