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On Thursday, January 31, 2013, a month has passed since the outbreak of the virus, Zhang Xiaoqiang has spent 11 days from the roof, and still insists on exercising every day, frog jumping from 2,000 times to 3,000 times now, adding push-ups, sit-ups, leg raises and other items, and now his main melee weapon is an iron gun, and the long-range weapon is an MP9 sniper crossbow. Whether it's melee or long-range, his accuracy is not good, and only by practicing hard can he survive in increasingly difficult days.

The horse rushed forward, the waist drove the strength of the arm to stab the iron gun out through the wrist, again, again, again, 11 days of tens of thousands of exercises, so that Zhang Xiaoqiang's mastery of the iron gun became more and more proficient, the daily exercise made his small belly disappear, and there was also a trace of muscle in the chest, and a large number of leg exercises made his body more and more flexible, at least no longer out of breath after running a few steps.

Thinking of the first few days, a lot of exercise made Zhang Xiaoqiang sore and uneasy, and it took nearly a week to get through, although it was the end of the world, but at the moment he was in an unprecedentedly good state, he didn't know how many years he hadn't exercised!

A lot of sweat every day makes Zhang Xiaoqiang's water reserves slowly decrease, and not being able to take a bath also makes his body smell ugly and ugly, which is very uncomfortable, he doesn't care much, he is used to the smell of corpses, what is more bad than corpse smell?

"Huh......" Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the iron gun, picked up the mineral water bottle and unscrewed the lid, took a sip on the bottle mouth, held it in his mouth, and swallowed it slowly after a while, although he still felt thirsty, he still put the cap on the table, looked at the watch It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and habitually picked up the telescope and came to the window.

The heavy rain has been falling from 11 days ago to the present, the sky is like ink with a little light, so that the outside of the window has become hazy, and the zombies downstairs are standing quietly in the rain like telephone poles, covering the whole street and looking like a strange scene.

Using the binoculars, I saw the zombies holding their heads up and opening their mouths to follow the rain, although he couldn't see any expression on the zombies' faces, Zhang Xiaoqiang could feel that they liked the rain very much, and it seemed that even the desire for flesh and blood became less important.

This is a very wonderful feeling, Zhang Xiaoqiang has never had a sixth sense before, and he also thinks that the sixth sense is nonsense, but now this feeling appears in his mind inexplicably. Subconsciously thinking that this feeling was right, he put down the binoculars and patted his face with his hand, trying to forget this idea that made him feel a little weird! , picked up the soft shell "Yellow Crane Tower" and took out a cigarette to light the fire, sat on the bed and looked at the smoke rings in the air in a daze, the inexplicable feeling was not gone but more intense. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly had a strong urge in his heart to try it, and at this moment, the violent gene hidden in his blood overwhelmed his reason. He stood up and found his raincoat.

After putting on a raincoat, Zhang Xiaoqiang went out with an iron gun. Walking through the platform outside the door and down the stairs to the first floor, 11 days of heavy rain made some water downstairs, the heavy rain diluted the smell of corpses in the air, he took a deep breath, as if he had not smelled this kind of air without corpses for many years. Although there is no corpse smell, there is a rusty smell in the air like rusty steel.

The zombies in the garden stood in the rain like their companions on the street, catching the rain with their mouths wide open. Zhang Xiaoqiang bent over and walked towards the garden on tiptoe, the heavy rain kept falling on the puddle under his feet, startling countless ripples, and when he raised his foot, he brought up the small waves in the puddle and turned into a circle and spread outward.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, he got closer and closer to the zombie, his heartbeat became faster, the hands holding the iron gun tightened, he took two deep breaths in a row, and continued to lean towards the zombie. Ten meters, five meters, two meters ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood about two meters away from the zombie, raised his iron gun and aimed at the zombie's head to prepare for a sudden stab at any time, and observed carefully. The zombie didn't seem to care about Zhang Xiaoqiang standing next to it, just raised his head and followed the rain. He found that the zombies had been raining for a few days, and their thin cheeks had begun to become round again, and there was some flesh on their claws, and the bones were not very obvious.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took two steps back and looked around in the dim light, the number of zombies in the garden has increased from more than thirty to more than forty now, and many zombies in the corridor and house have also come out, all drenched in the rain outside.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back at the retreat, ready to run away at any time. Raised the iron spear and stabbed it at the zombie's head, tens of thousands of assassination exercises have come to fruition today, the iron spear stabbed into the zombie's eye socket, and then turned to pull it out. The zombies fell on the rain-soaked meadows, and the splashes scattered.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid of waking up other zombies and ran back, ran more than 10 meters away and looked back, all the zombies were still quietly in place, he was immediately excited, and the zombies that couldn't move were even more enjoyable to kill!

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed over.

The 21st zombie fell under Zhang Xiaoqiang's iron gun, and finally opened the route to the commissary. Visibility is getting lower and lower now, and it's time to hurry.

Rushed to the front of the commissary, solved the boss who became a zombie, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed in, couldn't touch the light switch, he found a big cardboard box, no matter what he bought, he loaded it in, and finally stuffed a few cigarettes into it, and he brought two pieces of mineral water and tied them with braided belts, and walked home with an iron gun on his shoulder.

The iron gun carrying water and supplies pressed Zhang Xiaoqiang like a mountain, the galvanized water pipe grinded on his shoulder, the hot pain kept eroding his nerves, he gritted his teeth and walked home step by step, the road was already a little unclear. The rain was still falling, and the January rain poured in from the collar of his raincoat with a cold and cold cold, constantly taking away the heat from his body.

Only by persevering and persevering, his legs have begun to weaken, and his arms have begun to tremble with the iron spear. I ran home with a breath in my heart, and finally stepped on the platform, and saw that there seemed to be a trace of strength in the door, so he rushed into the entrance of the building with the last bit of strength.

One foot stepped into the entrance of the building and the other foot was not retracted, the whole person could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with the materials on the iron gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground desperately panting, turned around and lay flat on the cement floor, looking at the inclined stairs and ceiling and gasping for breath.

Seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang recovered his breath, sat up and leaned against the wall, mineral water, rice, canned dace with tempeh, various biscuits and cigarettes scattered around him.

"Huh! Hehe! Hahaha......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed loudly and kept laughing. Laughter kept spurting out of his mouth, tears pouring out of his eyes, dripping across his cheeks, dripping from his chin, onto his raincoat, and merging with the rain.