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Chapter 4 04 For Food

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    Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground panting violently, with one foot stretched forward and the other bent upward.  The 1.6-meter-long iron gun was leaning against the feet, and the triangular-shaped gun head was tilted towards the security door, and it was covered with ancient black and smelly blood.  The 70% new green anti-theft iron door had a gap of 10 centimeters in length. He sat on the ground and could see several corpses lying quietly on the ground outside the door.

    They were human 20 days ago, and now they are lying outside the door as zombies, 'I killed them!  !  !  ¡¯ He didn¡¯t have the fear of killing someone.  Only the excitement after victory.

    "I did it," Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.

    "I can live and I will live on."

    After sitting for five or six minutes, it was almost time to rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the iron gun and stood up.  Untie the hemp rope on the doorknob and push the door outward, the zombie corpses outside the door tightly block the door.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the corpse away with an iron gun before walking outside the door.  He looked around. There were 7 corpses lying here and there in the corridor outside the door. He could hardly find a place to put his feet down. The zombie he killed five days ago fell on his back and his head was hammered.  Sloppy, black blood-stained yellow brains flew everywhere.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to watch it any longer, for fear that he would spit it out if he took another look.

    Standing on the pile of corpses, he was horrified, and the strong smell of corpses could not resist even the scarf sprinkled with toilet water.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang found the pot cover shield that was left behind five days ago, and he always felt more confident when he got it in his hand. Although it can't protect against knives and guns, it can just block the sharp claws of zombies.

    He left the iron door on the opposite side open, and there was no light in the room, and the darkness made him feel a little chilly.  He walked carefully into the opposite living room, the white floor reflected his dark reflection under the misty light, making his body feel a bone-chilling icy cold.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang found the power switch in the living room and turned on the ceiling light in the living room.  He felt more at ease in the light.

    His goal was the kitchen, he didn't dare to go to the other bedrooms, it would be a big loss if he encountered a zombie and got scratched.

    Approaching the kitchen carefully, looking for things in other people's homes is always a bit uncomfortable, I have never done burglary in my previous life, but when the end of the world came, Zhang Xiaoqiang became a thief once.

    Slowly approach the kitchen without making a sound on your feet.

    "@#£¤%".

    When Zhang Xiaoqiang heard something scratching the kitchen door, his heart tightened, he was really afraid of something!  Can't God let him live in peace?

    "kao".

    Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed, bit the bullet and covered the pot tightly in front of him, held the gun body with the three fingers of his right hand, and held the doorknob with his thumb and index finger, turned it lightly and then pulled it hard.

    "Whoosh"

    A dark shadow strung out from the kitchen.  Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in front of him with a shield in his left hand and raised his iron spear with his right hand to point at the shadow, ready to attack at any time.

    Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the fat cat raised by the neighbor. The mottled fat cat glanced at him and ran out the door.

    The cat made his heart beat wildly with fright.

    "It's better to meet a cat than a zombie".  Zhang Xiaoqiang walked into the kitchen with self-examination,

    20 days without cleaning. The imitation mahogany dining table in the kitchen is covered with a thin layer of dust, only a few cat paw marks like plum blossoms are scattered on the table.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the refrigerator. The vegetables in it had been stored for a long time and were not very fresh. He didn't mind putting them in his pockets. He swept away the vegetables and eggs in the upper layer and the frozen fish and pork in the lower layer, and found them one after another in the kitchen.  Half a bucket of rice, a jar of pickled vegetables, a bag of sugar and some other seasonings, Zhang Xiaoqiang moved home twice before sweeping the kitchen.

    Looking at the food in the living room, he always felt that something was missing, and then remembered that there was a cigarette and alcohol cabinet in the corner next to the TV in the living room opposite, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly brought all the alcohol and tobacco back.

    Looking at the dead body outside the door, it is too stinky to find a way to throw it away.  Zhang Xiaoqiang went out to look around for places to throw the corpses, and saw that there were more than 30 Chinese cabbages growing in the small vegetable garden in the center of the platform, and now he could ask for them at any time. The scene of desperate efforts five days ago was still the same as yesterday.

    "Hey!!! This damn virus, this damn world."

    After the end of the day, he always sighs a lot.

    Cabbage can't run away with long legs, so he doesn't care about it, go to the stairs of the platform to see how the zombies he kicked downstairs are doing, and he has always been very careful when going out since he was attacked by the zombies from the opposite door.  Walking slowly to the top of the stairs and looking down, a zombie with a broken leg was crawling on the ground on the steps downstairs, and the clothes on his body were worn into a pudding the size of a rag and hung on his body.  It suddenly smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's scent and crawled towards him.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang squatted on the platform and watched it slowly climb up from the bottomWhen it came over, it smelled a fresh human scent. It excitedly opened its mouth full of fangs, and its claws drew a series of marks on the concrete steps.

    A triangular gun head pierced into the brain from the bridge of its nose, and the gun head was pulled out from left to right. The zombie didn't move, and a hole the size of a helicopter cup was dripping black blood on its face.

    Zhang Xiaoqiang has become more and more used to killing zombies, just like when he was a child squatting in the corner to kill ants, he lost his excitement, fear, and only his face of indifference. He knew that there were more than 6 billion zombies in the world, and he couldn't kill them all.  , so he only needs to kill those who threaten him.

    There is a garden under the stairs. The climate in January makes the plants in the garden a bit more bleak. Several vines with more than 20 years old leaves are gone, and the lawn has also turned yellow. There are three gazebos made of cement prefabricated panels.  The leisure place for the elderly in the surrounding seven buildings is usually very popular.  There are more than 30 zombies wandering in the garden now, and the nearest one is more than 40 meters away from him. Seeing that it has not responded so far, he knows that the safe distance from the zombies is at least 40 meters.

    There is a canteen downstairs, which usually sells tobacco, alcohol, non-staple food, rice and eggs, but now he is afraid to find food, he has to go through more than 30 zombies!

    There is a garbage entrance on the platform on the second floor, usually the garbage of the two buildings is dumped from here, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the seven corpses in.  Tired and sweaty!  It was finally resolved, and he didn't care about the one on the stairs, anyway, it was far away from his house, so he couldn't smell him.

    Seeing that the doors of the two houses on the opposite side of the platform were still open, he felt a little hesitant. Now there must be zombies on the floors of the left and right units, and every house has anti-theft doors, so he can't pry them open.  Thinking of this, he made up his mind and walked over there holding the shield and iron gun.  .  .  .  .

    Zhang Xiaoqiang went home and locked the anti-theft door, with a pocket on the side of the door.  A full backpack and a bulging snakeskin bag. This is what he got on the opposite side of the platform. He didn¡¯t meet any zombies. I think the six he killed were all of them. Zhang Xiaoqiang happily dragged two big bags  Go to the sofa and prepare to count. Today's harvest.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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