Zombies? Zombie!

Time: 7:15am, November 16th, 2012

Location: Room 304, 3rd Floor, Building E, Capital Global Community

Huan Chu carried a bundled backpack and a baseball bat bought from 30 oceans, and stood in front of the anti-theft door that frightened him several times yesterday. After a night's rest, Huan Chu's face was obviously much better than before, but he was still a little flustered. But for some reason, a trace of excitement crossed his face from time to time. "Zombies, Lao Tzu is here. Huan Chu muttered as he gently opened the small window on the door.

The "butcher" seemed to know that with its strength, there was no way to break open the gate and capture the thin prey inside, so it did not continue to block the door of Huan Chu's house. And without the threat that was close at hand, Huan Chu's spirit also began to relax, wiped the sweat from his palms, and held the baseball bat tighter. He slowly put his hand on the latch and said in his heart: "One, two, three!" "

With a "click", Huan Chu's left hand opened the door, and then his right hand brandished a baseball bat and smashed it out. The baseball bat whizzed in the air, and did not touch the zombie hidden in the corner under the door as Huan Chu imagined.

Even so, Huan Chu didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and walked out of the house lightly. "For humans, it's just a small step; But for otaku, it's a big step towards reality! Huan Chu thought silently in his heart, closed the door with his hand, and ran towards the staircase.

Just as Huan Chu was running in the corridor, the door of room 303 next door snapped open, and a zombie rushed towards Huan Chu with a limp, with a grunting sound of saliva and a low roar from his mouth.

Huan Chu looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but scold in his heart: "." Isn't this Wang Fatty, this turtle son didn't go to work that day! Although he has been a neighbor for two years, Wang Fatzi is a standard white-collar worker who works from 9 to 5 every day, and he and Huan Chu, an otaku, have only met a few times when they take out the garbage, and they don't have much friendship. But looking at the current Wang Fatzi, an originally fat beer belly was opened, the intestines inside were exposed and hung on the waist, the left leg was broken, Bai Sensen's bones shook with walking, and his face also showed a sickly paleness.

Although Huan Chu had been mentally prepared, he was still taken aback by this terrifying scene, and he didn't care about running for his life, so he smashed a stick on Wang Fatzi's head, and roared in his mouth: "TMD, isn't this a cheat, the zombies in the movie are not so scary!" "

Wang Fatzi was smashed and stumbled, but the bat also broke into two with a "click". Huan Chu was stunned for a moment, looked at the bat in his hand, and then looked at Wang Fatzi, who shook his head and continued to pounce on him, and he didn't have time to complain that when he sold him the bat, he introduced that it was made of hardwood and could withstand dozens of kilograms of impact.

Fortunately, Wang Fatzi has broken a leg and limps slower than ordinary people, otherwise it is really hard to say whether Huan Chu, an otaku who lacks exercise, will be caught up by it and become a member of the zombie army. Huan Chu rushed into the staircase, slammed the door shut, and inserted the half-volley bat in his hand into the doorknob as a latch, before lying on the door and gasping for breath.

But before Huan Chu could smooth his breath, a low roar came from behind him. He turned around slowly, and the butcher who had been the god of his door for a long time yesterday was staring at him with wide eyes, and his cracked cheeks were still dripping with a fishy black liquid from time to time. It may be that he saw the skinny prey that escaped from his hands yesterday and sent it to the door by himself, and from time to time his mouth let out a low roar similar to laughter, but because of the air leaking from his cheeks, this voice always sounded terrifying and a little funny.

Huan Chu couldn't laugh anyway, because the butcher's claws were less than 30 centimeters away from him, and his hands were empty, and he couldn't resist at all. Unwillingly, am I going to die at my own door the next day I find the zombies, this is too much, I knew that it was better to commit suicide in my own home, and now I have to die in a man's mouth, this is really disgusting.

But as soon as he thought that he would either be bitten and chewed by this extremely ugly zombie, and then turn into an equally ugly monster, Huan Chu, who had always claimed to eat with his face, suddenly calmed down.

Live, I want to live! Come home alive!

Taking advantage of the moment when the butcher pounced on him, he kicked out of the gap exposed in the corridor at once, although this leap allowed him to get rid of the fate of becoming a zombie, but in a hurry, Huan Chu did not calculate the distance, and the strength of his legs was greater, and when he landed, he stepped on the edge of the steps, stood unsteadily, and rolled down the stairs directly, falling on all fours.

With the butcher's intelligence, he couldn't seem to understand why the skinny creature could disappear from his eyes several times in a row, let out a low growl at the staircase, and slammed his hands into the empty wooden door in front of him. Huan Chu patted his ass and stood up, gestured his middle finger at the butcher's back, said "Bye-bye", and ran downstairs with a smoke.

Fortunately, Huan Chu's house was only on the third floor, and he came to the hall of the unit building in less than two minutes. I don't know if the security guard who is usually on duty in the hall has become a zombie and went out to hunt for food, or escaped from the community when the zombie tide broke out, anyway, the hall looks empty, well, or there is no corpse, only the walkie-talkie abandoned on the duty desk hisses from time to time.

Huan Chu wasn't sure if there would be zombies coming out of which corner to surprise himself again, so he could only remind himself to be careful and be careful, and at the same time gently moved his steps towards the duty platform. He didn't have anything on him to defend himself now, only the fire axe that he had seen a few times at the watch desk in his memory.

But not encountering zombies along the way seemed to have used up today's luck, and Huan Chu was disappointed to find that the fire axe had already been taken away, leaving only an empty fire hydrant. In line with the principle that thieves don't go empty, oh no, in line with the principle of looking for all favorable conditions, Huan Chu turned on the intercom on the duty desk and put it in his pocket, and then came to the automatic door and began to observe the situation outside.

There is not much change in the garden from yesterday, there are only a dozen zombies scattered on the main road from the unit building to the gate of the community, and the remaining zombies are wandering aimlessly on the lawn. Huan Chu carefully observed for a while, once again determined the principle of escaping along the main road, and began to calm down his mood, and after silently counting ten in his heart, he pressed the door opening button with a snap.

Before the automatic door opened, Huan Chu's figure rushed out of the unit building, half-bent over, stepping on small broken steps, and hurriedly ran towards the main road. I have to say that otaku who play more fps are different from ordinary people, at least it seems that the covert marching action of the SWAT is still decent, and it didn't make much noise, and it came to the side of the main road easily.

Huan Chu got the sweetness and was about to continue to maintain this posture and go straight to the avenue, but he seemed to forget that the zombies not only have better eyes than humans, but also have much more intelligent noses than humans, and the zombies nearby have begun to turn around and walk towards Huan Chu tremblingly.

"x你x! Huan Chu cursed the three-character scripture in his mouth, and quickly used his eyes to determine the gap between the zombies and find an escape route. When his eyes swept to a small tree on the side of the road, Huan Chu's eyes suddenly lit up, and the fire axe that had been taken away was lying on the ground obediently waiting for Huan Chu's arrival.

Taking advantage of the fact that the zombies had not yet been encircled, Huan Chu didn't care about any tactical moves, so he hurriedly jumped up and went straight to the fire axe. I saw him jumping agilely, using a god-like position, trying to shake off the two zombies in front of him, but, tossing and turning, it seemed that he had sent himself to the zombies.

Looking at the two middle-aged zombies who stretched out their evil hands to him, Huan Chu subconsciously threw himself forward, and a tumbling escaped from the gap at the zombie's feet, and the two zombies couldn't dodge and bumped into each other with a "bang".

Huan Chu took advantage of the opportunity to roll and manipulate the fire axe in his hand, and suddenly became a lot more courageous, and did not look back at the two zombies who were hugging intimately, and strode towards the gate of the community. At this time, another zombie ten meters in front realized the approach of the food, turned around and pounced towards Huan Chu.

Huan Chu held the fire axe tightly with both hands, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "X, you x, you have been chased by your group of turtle sons for so long, so I will try your master's knife!" Without much hesitation, he rushed forward, the axe in his hand was held horizontally in the air, and he aimed at the zombie's neck and slashed it with an axe.

Click!

The fire axe made an irregular arc in the air, directly slashing the zombie's neck, and throwing its head high into the air.

Huan Chu's body was suddenly splashed with a pool of fishy black blood.

"x! Looking at the headless zombie who stumbled two steps and fell at his feet, he stopped moving after pulling his body, Huan Chu didn't care about the fishy smell in the air, took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to vomit in his throat, stepped over the zombie who was paralyzed on the ground, dragged the axe, and walked towards the gate of the community.

"If a zombie cuts off his head, he will die, and the ancients will not deceive me. Behind him, the stinking black blood slowly flowed out again from the zombie's severed head.