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Zhang Xiaoqiang took his index finger in his mouth, closed his eyes and bit it, "I didn't bite it", and I really couldn't bite it again. He drew his saber and gestured, but he was afraid of a virus.

The sound of "bang, bang" banging on the door kept coming, and my heart was on fire. Groping around around for sharp objects. As soon as he touched the crossbow arrow, he tore it off and slashed it on his hand with the arrow.

Blood came out of his index finger, Zhang Xiaoqiang imprinted blood stains on all the iron doors from the second floor to the seventh floor, and returned to the house to think of a way.

"I can't go to the top of the building, I can't run, I can't run anywhere, and I can't be trapped in the house! The security door cannot prevent D2. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the window and looked downstairs, which was at the back of the residential building, surrounded by walls on both sides. There were no zombies in a small open space, but the protective fence blocked the windows to death, "the protective fence is to kill people" He was full of resentment.

The sound of knocking on the door downstairs kept coming, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was scurrying around the room like a headless fly. I ran to the bathroom, saw the air window on the wall, and gestured just enough for a person to climb out.

Use a hammer to remove the grill ventilation fan from the air window. Poked his head out. "It's a bit high" The distance from the fifth floor to the downstairs is about fifteen or sixteen meters.

Tear down the curtains, pull up the sheets, tear them open, and put them together and put them down from the window. "Not enough" Zhang Xiaoqiang rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find something that could be used as a rope, D2 had already arrived downstairs, and the vibration of hitting the door had been transmitted upstairs, and the photo frame hanging on the wall swayed from side to side.

"What a pig brain!" Zhang Xiaoqiang patted his head. picked up the quilt and tore off the quilt cover, and went to the children's room to pull down the little boy's bed together, "Don't blame it, don't blame it, I will burn paper for you during the New Year's holidays." Zhang Xiaoqiang kept chattering.

"Bang" D2 has begun to hit the opposite iron door, Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked and put down the simple rope. Then throw down the backpack, satchel, water bottle, and iron gun one by one. He stretched out his feet first, and his whole body retreated outward.

"Bang, bang, bang" D2 slammed into the door as if hitting Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, and he was stuck on the window.

The door is slammed open, and D2 walks in. Zhang Xiaoqiang kept inhaling and exhaling, and his body slowly retreated outward.

"There are only shoulders left" Zhang Xiaoqiang encouraged himself, his body retreated outward little by little, and his heart was lifted up a little bit.

The D2 zombie walked into the living room, into the bedroom, into the children's room, until it walked into the bathroom. And Zhang Xiaoqiang still has half of his head left outside the gas window. He was stuck in the window, and the zombie stood under it.

The bathroom is not big, the air window is not high, D2 is less than a meter away from him in a straight line, and Zhang Xiaoqiang does not dare to make a sound. I prayed for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas in my heart.

D2 sniffed the air, waving his paws to get him out. A paw brushed his head and waved, and the air flow stirred up his hair, fluttering slightly, and cold sweat kept coming out.

"Whew......" The zombie couldn't catch him, he was angry, and waved his arms harder, the sink and makeup mirror were scratched and torn, and all kinds of debris flew into the air and crashed everywhere. A tiny piece of broken porcelain grazed his face, and in a short time a small bead of blood oozed out. D2 smelled the smell of blood, and his claws grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind was blank, only two knees were kicking the outer wall, and the moment the claws hit his head, Zhang Xiaoqiang got out.

D2 roared wildly in his ears, and Zhang Xiaoqiang slid down quickly, staring at the air window for fear that D2 would also come out. The bed sheet was tightened and loosened, and the sheet fixed to the edge of the air window was scratched by D2. Zhang Xiaoqiang fell.

"Tom" Zhang Xiaoqiang's back hit something, he didn't have time to think about it, rolled on the ground a few times and unloaded his remaining strength and stood up.

An ordinary zombie was smashed by Zhang Xiaoqiang and fell to the ground. The tattered coat on his body was printed with xx greenery, and he was struggling to get up with his iron gun pressed under him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his foot and kicked the zombie's head, and the zombie's neck was kicked off by him. Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the backpack kettle and sorted it out, and looked around. There were walls on both sides, and a small house full of flower pots and miscellaneous items was tightly locked. Outside the hut stands an aluminium ladder for pruning trees.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned the ladder against the edge of the fence and climbed to the wall. Outside the wall is Binjiang Avenue, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped off the wall and looked around, and finally escaped.

Binjiang Avenue has just been built, the wide road is deserted, and countless containers can be seen neatly stacked together on the side of the sidewalk across the sidewalk. Several gantry cranes stand in the middle.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the lonely road, quietly around, not a single zombie could be seen, to be honest, he hated killing zombies, he had killed a lot so far, and there were more than a dozen evolutionary zombies. I haven't seen myself promoted to a level and a half.

"If there is no benefit, there will be no fair pay, and if there is no benefit, the ghost is willing to kill zombies," Zhang Xiaoqiang thought.

Next to the port group is a green belt, and you can go to the river along the green belt. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked through the woods, carefully bypassing the occasional zombie. It's all some elderly people exercising by the river, and the speed is not fast. Soon he was standing on the edge of the river.

Looking at the vast Yangtze River, the river flows slowly downstream. The green river water is somewhat clear, and there is no pollution and discharge from upstream cities. The water quality is clear, and the Yangtze River is a little more vivid. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly along the river embankment, and his mood began to slowly let go.

It didn't take long, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was blocked by zombies. From a distance, more than a dozen of them wandered on the river embankment. Around the zombies, a row of fishing rods is facing the river. They are all ordinary zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to waste steel balls, so he stepped forward with an iron gun.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fought with zombies by the Yangtze River, and the river flowed quietly, just like thousands of years ago. With countless memories and the past, witness the changes of the times.

Riverside, under the willows, on the embankment, zombies and him. He ran and jumped, shouting and shouting! The gun walks with the shadow, and the body swims with the dragon. When the last zombie fell, he fell silent.

The zombies crisscrossed and fell to the ground, Jiang Feng slowly hid the beads of sweat on Zhang Xiaoqiang's forehead, and saw that he could face more than ten zombies alone, and his heart was excited. I think he was racking his brains when he was blocked in the room by six ordinary zombies. To this day, he has grown to the point of being! Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't believe it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly along the riverside. The road by the river is not easy to walk, and from time to time a sewage canal will block the embankment, so he has to take a detour for a lot of time. It was only halfway through the dark hours.

Zhang Xiaoqiang used a military shovel to dig a pit in the sand by the river, so that he could punch in it for a night. Huddle in the sand pit, eat two flatbreads, and take a sip of water.

Shake off the silk thin quilt that came from the fifth floor and wrap it tightly around the body, the silk thin quilt is smooth and delicate but can't block the wind, Zhang Xiaoqiang feels colder and colder in the quilt, and there is no material to make a fire by the river. It reminded him of the cat stone, took it out of the satchel and put it on his chest, and a warmth came out, handed it to his chest, and his whole body warmed up. Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to the sound of the river beating on the shore and slowly fell asleep.