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Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up from the early morning and looked out the window, the sky was hazy, and a cool breeze with a chill swept across his face. Bring a slight wave in my heart.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has moved three times, this is the longest time he has ever lived, he has spent half of his life here, I thought that the second half of his life would be like this, but unfortunately God made people, today he will have to give up.

Packed his bags, checked his weapons, put on his clothes, and before going out, he inspected the house for the last time, and kept everything in this house firmly in his heart, he didn't know if he would come back, and he didn't know what kind of predicament he would face in the future, from the living room to the kitchen, all the way to the bedroom, touching the computer Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed, "In the future, there will be no computer and no network, and I will say goodbye to the title of otaku forever."

In the plastic bottle with cockroaches next to the computer, the cockroaches are still pretending to be dead at the bottom of the bottle, and they seem to be unaware of what is happening outside the bottle, Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the bottle and shook it gently, the cockroach was shaken, crawling and looking for a way out. Two months without food and water did not affect it in any way.

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly had some realization, the cockroach is so humble, so small, but how calmly it behaves in a desperate situation, it thrifts every bit of strength on its body, reduces consumption to a minimum, and silently waits for the opportunity to escape at any time. Although it is the natural instinct of cockroaches, it is the instinct of cockroaches that makes him admire, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly has hope for the future and is no longer at a loss, "I will take cockroaches as an example and live in the last days like cockroaches." Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.

Unscrewed the lid, poured the cockroach out, and watched the cockroach quickly crawl to the corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang blessed in his heart, "May you live".

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the iron door, took one last look at the room, and walked out.

The iron door is locked, the key is hung around his neck with a thin rope, and it is tightly attached to his chest, which will carry Zhang Xiaoqiang's spiritual sustenance in the future and is the home of his soul.

On March 27, 2013, nearly 90 days after the arrival of the apocalypse, Zhang Xiaoqiang left home to officially face the future in the last days.

The mutant cat corpse on the platform has been burned to ashes by him, the air is filled with a smell of scorching and corpse smell, there are zombie corpses lying on the cement floor, Zhang Xiaoqiang is too lazy to pay attention to it, and walks downstairs, although the corpses dispersed yesterday, there are still more than 40 zombies swaying in the garden.

Zhang Xiaoqiang went downstairs, surrounded by more than a dozen zombies who had been trampled by the corpses and broke their bones, these zombies turned their faces towards him, and their big mouths with stinking swells were closed one by one, wanting to bite him but unable to get up. He stepped over the zombies on the ground and walked towards the path that led to the side of the street.

Use the MP9 military sniper crossbow to solve the zombies blocking the road and come to the street. After the hunting of the two mutant dogs, plus the dozens of zombies that he killed on the platform yesterday and the dozens of zombies that are now stranded in the garden downstairs, there are now less than 100 zombies on the streets within a kilometer range, with an average of about one in ten meters.

The street leads to the city center, it has been blocked, the end of the street leads to the outside of 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, but there are tens of thousands! Now we can only take one step at a time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is in the center of the street, as long as he faces less than fifty zombies on the road leading to the end of the street, looking at nearly fifty zombies, he is a little distressed about the remaining steel balls, although he found about one and a half pounds of steel balls, one can be used less than one, at least he can't do one to eliminate a zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang cautiously walked along the street, spilling some liquor on his body, and the pungent smell of wine made him feel slightly dizzy, "I knew that there was this day, and I should have practiced my drinking amount well."

Zhang Xiaoqiang held a sniper crossbow, walked on tiptoe with his feet crossed, carefully bypassed the glass fragments on the ground from time to time, the iron gun was inserted into the buckle on the side of the backpack, the head of the gun was facing up, and the tail of the gun knocked on his calf from time to time, the smell of liquor made the zombies unable to smell him from thirty meters away, but unfortunately it was not possible within thirty meters.

Zhang Xiaoqiang bypassed the zombies one by one, careful not to alarm them, it felt like a live-action version of the "Allied Expendables" stand-alone game. When encountering a zombie that couldn't be avoided, he slowly approached it within thirty meters, waited for it to get closer to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then shot it at close range with a sniper crossbow.

I don't know how many zombies want to eat him at the end of the street, Zhang Xiaoqiang can only try to save every ounce of strength. In case of an unknowable crisis.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang shot the eleventh zombie and finally stood at the intersection at the end of the street, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and finally arrived here, and the scene in front of him made him want to cry without tears.

After the intersection, you will find the main road leading out of the city. A heavy-duty Dongfeng dump truck carrying sand overturned on its side on the road, and behind the eight-meter-long body, countless large trucks of various types blocked the road.

The street on the left is a building materials warehouse, which can always lead to the development zone, and there are factories on the other side of the development zone, and any factory has thousands of employees, and now they must have become zombies. Zhang Xiaoqiang went over there not to find a way to live, but to find death.

On the right side of the street are all kinds of small restaurants, leading to the container port company by the river. The zombies on the street are not less than the zombies behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, he only has to bite the bullet and touch the street leading to the river, the density of zombies here is much larger than just now, Zhang Xiaoqiang walks very hard, sometimes he has to deal with more than two zombies at the same time, his method of killing zombies has also become proficient, no longer waiting for the zombies to approach, shoot them from afar, and kill two D-type zombies, luckily, he didn't touch the S-type zombies, he didn't pay much attention to the power-type D-type zombies, the speed was not fast, so he could have time to aim. For the S-type zombie, he has some heart palpitations, the speed is too fast, and if he is not careful, he may hurt him, as long as he is injured by it, he will become the same as it. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't want to become a zombie yet.

Halfway through, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the edge of a tall floor-to-ceiling glass and rested.

"Whoa" sounded. The floor-to-ceiling glass was shattered, accompanied by the broken glass flying in the air, a tall D-type zombie jumped to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, a huge right grabber swung towards him, he hurriedly lowered his head, and his claws drove the air flow over his head, hitting the iron gun on his backpack, a huge force came from the body of the gun, and the powerful kinetic energy knocked him to the ground with his back facing the sky, and then the D-type zombie bent down and swung down at him with his left grab.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly rolled to the side, "pounced" on the ground, his claws fell to the ground and picked up a cement square brick paved on the sidewalk, the fine sand under the square bricks flew everywhere, countless sand particles fell on his head and fell into his neckline, Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned by the zombies, but he kept rolling on the ground, the military kettle on the ground with a diagonal back "clank" sound, he rolled all the way to the zombie, pulled out the iron hammer inserted in the backpack, and smashed it on the ankle bone of the D-type zombie with his greatest strength.

"Bang ......" A huge anti-shock force came, and the hammer was raised high, almost flying out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm, and the muscles on the palm seemed to be torn, hot.

A big foot stepped on him, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to deal with the D-type zombie anymore, and desperately rolled towards the riverside, until he hit a wheel parked on the side of the road, got up from the ground, and was dizzy, the D-type zombie walked towards him, and in the shattered floor-to-ceiling window behind the zombie, countless zombies pounced out, and at least four or more S-type zombies were running towards him over the tall D-type zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only felt a strong urge to urinate, screamed in fright, turned around and ran towards the river, ran three or two steps but saw that countless zombies on the road in front of him slowly surrounded him, it must have been the sound of broken glass just now that attracted the attention of the zombies below, and he was surrounded by zombies.