Do not raise waste

Edgar, who has gradually turned into a zombie, is no longer a human being. His roaring sound and the movements of standing up from the ground are exactly the same as those of a zombie!

Masters Calvin smelled the hot pot, and suddenly felt extremely hungry in his stomach. Before he knew it, he picked up the fire axe on the ground, clenched his hands, and fixed his eyes on Edgar, who seemed to be waking up. ;

Tommy took the time to look at Edgar, and saw Edgar's gray pupils when he stood up, and he really didn't escape this disaster.

Tommy saw that his movements were not standardized at all, and his body was shaking like Masters Calvin: "Cut off the head, it will die if the head is broken."

pat! pat!

Drops of sweat slid down Masters Calvin's face, and for a moment he was already sweating.

Edgar suddenly roared and rushed towards Masters Calvin, who was opposite him, his mouth suddenly opened to an unscientific level, revealing black blood oozing gums. The skin wasn't even skin, and the pale face seemed to be cracked.

Masters Calvin made a sound that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He closed his eyes, raised the fire axe with a look of going out, and slammed it forward!

One hit, and it failed.

Because Masters Calvin swung his axe too hard, the whole person staggered a few steps, just avoiding the slow attack of the zombies.

This luck!

Tommy, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but scolded his mother in his heart. He once again wondered if he had found the wrong person, and he could cut the air face to face. With this level of accuracy, how could he still be a sharpshooter? !

blah blah blah! Out of sight, Tommy started cooking the meat in the hot pot. This was the last chance he gave Masters Calvin, and he wouldn't give any help.

The beef was simmering in the hot pot, gurgling, and an indescribable aroma filled Masters Calvin's nose and mouth.

He gulped back and glanced back at Tommy, the beef was done, and Tommy started eating.

"Ah!" Masters Calvin suddenly summoned up his courage and shouted, and charged towards the zombies with wide eyes.

He wants meat! He wants to eat hot pot! What are zombies? Still more important than hot pot!

puff! The fire axe was inserted into the ear canal of the zombie. Although the head was missed, it had damaged the brain structure enough to cause death.

But Masters Calvin didn't seem to know this, and he pulled out the fire axe and slashed a few more times, smashing Edgar's head into pieces.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" While slashing, Masters Calvin made the most primitive cry, his heart had collapsed, and his worldview was completely disrupted, leaving him at a loss.

five minutes later.

"Tommy, big brother Tommy." Masters Calvin gasped. "Can I eat hot pot?"

"Eat." Tommy didn't give him a straight look.

The newly awakened zombies are weaker than normal first-level zombies, so they are easily killed by Masters Calvin, which is nothing to praise.

Tommy looked at Masters Calvin who was eating and crying, and suddenly felt that his life would not be easy in the future.

This fat man is so fucking weak!

What's the point of killing a zombie? !

The next morning, before the sun was out, Tommy slapped Masters Calvin in the face.

"Get up! Fatty!"

Masters Calvin was slammed, and he opened his eyes in shock, and the fat on his face shook three times: "What's the matter? Zombies are here?"

"No!" Tommy dragged Masters Calvin out of the car, "Get me up and exercise!"

Now that he has really accepted this fat man, Tommy still wants to give Masters Calvin a workout. If he can't, then forget it, but what if he really has potential in shooting? Don't have the skills when the time comes, but you can't even hold the recoil of the gun.

As for Tommy himself, he intends to use devil training to improve his physical fitness. He has already checked the system. If he relies on exercise to improve his physical fitness to the first level, he does not know when the killing of two hundred zombies will be completed. And relying on a car crash is not the best solution. There are too many limiting factors. The most important thing is that the points are cut by half, which is not cost-effective.

Masters Calvin obviously didn't react. He looked up at the sky and said, "What time is it?"

Tommy was already doing push-ups next to him, and took time to reply: "Five o'clock in the morning."

"Five in the morning?!" Masters Calvin exclaimed. "Why are you up so early? I only slept four hours!"

"You only need three hours of sleep every day." After speaking, Tommy stood up covered in sweat, changed his body position and began to exercise his legs on his side. Now his body's physique is really bad, and he will be tired after a while. no.

In the next ten years, human beings have already invented a set of training modes, and everyone should strengthen their physical fitness, including children aged three or five.

In the apocalypse, a strong physical fitness is a standard that every survivor must achieve, not only against zombies, but also an important basis for escape.

No one knows when the danger will come and where it will come from.

The sunrise with a strange blood red slowly rose.

After Tommy tossed Masters Calvin desperately for an hour, the two drove away and continued on their way. They should not overdo their physical training, otherwise they would not have the strength to run in danger, but even so, Masters Calvin was still tired like a dead dog. I ate several more breads in the car.

Tommy didn't stop him from eating like crazy, because the food didn't last long, it was wasted if you didn't eat it, and the food that lasted for a long time was hidden in the trunk by Tommy, and Masters Calvin couldn't even touch it.

The G55 is not very fast on the highway, because every time it encounters a crooked vehicle, surrounded by three or five zombies with blank expressions, they open their unbelievably large mouths and step on a strange slow pace. Spinning around on the road.

Whenever he encounters such a zombie, Tommy who can hit him will directly drive and kill him. If he can't hit it, he will get out of the car and chop it with an axe. It's not that he doesn't care about the points, but that he is really anxious to find his parents, according to Tommy's memory. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen his parents for ten years.

There is still a long way to go from Denver. There are not many zombies on the highway now. Tommy must take advantage of the current situation to get on the road as soon as possible. In a few days, the road may not be so easy. It may take a whole day for a hundred miles. time.

Even high speed is no longer safe.

Zombies seem to have natural capturing skills, where people will go in groups. As time goes on, a large number of people will give up waiting to die in the house and leave the city together. At that time, there will be many people on the highway, and there will be many zombies.

The shattered glass in the rear of the car was whistled by the wind, making Masters Calvin's plump cheeks quiver.

The uneven and spacious highway made it impossible for Tommy to drive too fast, and he had to fetch gas from other cars on the way, and it was three days later.

The two came to a rest stop, the G55's gas tank bottomed out again, and Tommy had to stop to refuel the car.

Stopping the car, Tommy got out of the car clutching the axe and looked around.