Mu Su leaned over to the fence and reached out to grope around the dead zombies, smearing half-coagulated blood on his clothes.

Several old, weak, sick and disabled people surrounded them, and Mu Su turned to the other side and continued to repeat the above actions.

During the smearing process, the zombies that had originally surrounded Mu Su gradually moved away and wandered around the room unconsciously.

A few minutes later, blood was smeared all over the school uniform and bare skin, and even the hair was sprinkled with shredded flesh. Now, he's almost exactly like these zombies, even more zombies than zombies - most zombies aren't that dirty.

"AIC, can you block my sense of smell?" Mu Su was so smoked by the smell that he couldn't open his eyes.

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Mu Su snorted mockingly: "Are you a three-year-old child, in case of a nosebleed, it will be in vain." ”

AIC doesn't care, Mu Suxin said that if it stinks, it stinks. As if he had just crawled out of a sea of blood, he approached a zombie and deliberately stretched out his arm to shake it in front of a zombie's mouth.

"Uh-"

The zombie's cloudy eyes were dazed, and he muttered and ignored his arms, and staggered in a different direction.

So no one could have thought of such a genius attention as pretending to be a zombie in a zombie movie.

Mu Su thought of narcissism, and came to the cell door and pulled hard.

The cell door didn't move.

His head was dazed, and the door was still locked...... How did Gamma Coconut get out before? Through the wall?

Mu Su's dark eyes gradually narrowed, realizing that things were by no means so simple.

……

Several zombies roam within reach.

Separated from them by a fence, there was a blood-stained figure.

Crying, screaming, gunshots, sirens. Mixed with a jumble of voices, looming through the breathable window.

The figure fell to its knees on one knee, the mass of clothing in front of him turning into rags as he tore it hard.

The figure turned a deaf ear to the zombies, concentrating on tying the rags together to form improvised ropes.

When everything was done, he held up the cloth rope with both hands, wrapping it around his red and swollen neck like wearing a scarf.

After a circle, I saw the figure shaking his hands, making the rags wrap around the account at both ends, and then a terrifying scene happened!

The figure's palms suddenly pressed to the sides, straightening the rags on his side and wrapping around his neck to tighten!

His arms began to tremble because he was too hard, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, green tendons appeared like ripe shrimp.

The figure opened its mouth in vain, like rain stranded and unable to breathe.

His ears were filled with buzzing, and gradually, images flew through his mind.

A few scenes suddenly mixed with a mess of memories. In the picture, the coconut approaches the edge of the fence and then ......

That's it!

Mu Su's arms were physically released, and the whole person collapsed to the ground weakly, his face pressed against the cold cement floor, and he didn't want to move.

After a few minutes of respite and rest, Mu Su struggled to get up, threw away the rags that were still wrapped around his neck, staggered to the cell door, and stretched out his hand to push.

Squeak –

There was a sharp grinding sound of metal, and the door was pushed open with ease.

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A zombie at the door was alarmed by the sound and turned its head to look.

It faced Mu Su, but the focus of its pupils was not on Mu Su.

Mu Su walked past it, but not through the door, but in front of the female zombie in a short skirt. Stretch out your hands and grab both sides of the skirt and lift it up hard!

In front of the model's dummy-like smooth crotch exposed, there is not even a ** that can be used to smell or take the lead!

I knew it!

Mu Su gritted his teeth and was unwilling to casually grab a few handfuls on the chest of the female zombie.

Feeling the female zombie looking up, he muttered a few words of "...... to his own people", turned around and walked away.

The police office was in shambles, with documents and materials everywhere, desks and chairs crooked, and blood stains and shredded flesh everywhere. A few zombies gathered in another corridor to eat something, and there was a crisp chewing sound.

Mu Su walked all the way, and walked to the door without incident. Some of the voices that were inaudible inside were suddenly amplified.

Electricity is still being supplied. Under the dim night light, zombies run wild through the streets, chasing and biting the surviving humans. Or gather in groups of three or five, lying on the ground and biting something. From time to time, a sedan sped by, or dodged or crashed into the zombies, and drove away.

There's an unlucky guy trapped in a car on the street, and zombies surround and break the glass and drag it out of it.

When Mu Su approached with the pace of the zombies, the unlucky eggs had already been eaten by the corpses.

Mu Su, who didn't know the way, wandered among the zombies like this, walking along the street, trying to meet a human who could go up and ask for directions.

……

Yuko Nakano is a news anchor for a local television station.

Today, as usual, she should have gone to Kabukicho after work to find a cowherd to drink, and went home drunk.

Instead of hiding in an office full of corpses, to avoid being heard by the living dead outside.

Yuko Nakano listened to the radio news on her mobile phone, and her colleagues were saying that the government and the local corporate giant Umbrella Company were actively controlling the infected people, and everything was still under control.

Nonsense.

Nakano clenched his silver teeth.

Outsiders can't be relied on, they can only rely on themselves.

She remembered that there was a shotgun in the director's office.

There is also a living dead who used to be the head of the station.

The office and the director's office are on the same floor, but if there are zombies in the hallway, it is impossible to go out directly. Nakano's gaze fell on the ventilation duct overhead.

Gently moving the table and chairs, Nakano took off his high heels, tore open the hem of the skirt, climbed onto the table with his long legs covered with shredded flesh, and tilted his head and carefully removed the lid of the ventilation duct.

She put the chair on her desk and stepped on it.

A head poked in through a dark ventilation duct.

The smell of blood was blowing in the wind.

Nakano didn't just crawl in, but came down again, came to the door and opened the locked door, even gently opened a gap, and then quickly climbed onto the table and chair, and burrowed into the ventilation duct.

When the leg stepped up, he kicked the back of the chair with his bare foot.

A loud screeching sound sounded, and a roar and chaotic footsteps were heard, and the zombies rushed in.

Ventilation ducts, Nakano lit with a mobile phone, crawled according to the position in memory.

In the director's office, the lid of the ventilation duct was removed, and a figure jumped from it.

The zombies are led to the office, which is safe.

Quickly closing the door and locking it, Nakano took the shotgun off the wall, then rummaged through his desk until he found a box of Great Power caliber bullets.

I found a few model magazines from the director's collection and wrapped them around my arm. The shotgun is loaded with bullets, and Nakano is killed from the director's room.

In the open-air parking lot downstairs of the TV station, Nakano quickly approached his vehicle by using the parked car as cover.

Shoot the zombie who stood in the way, and suddenly an arm slapped her on the shoulder.

"Where's Dongyun High School?"

"This street goes all the way forward." Nakano replied subconsciously, just watching a zombie running by.

This is clearly not a zombie.

Nakano woke up like a dream, and he didn't feel disgusted to dig out the abdominal cavity of the zombie under his feet, smearing the flesh and blood on his skin and hair.

When a hostile environment occurs, the people who are most likely to survive are often the first to adapt.