Chapter 3: Goalkeeper?

At 7:30 in the morning of January 20, 2013, the alarm of the mobile phone awakened Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then got up and went to the living room, and counted the remaining materials as usual. Five days ago, the cabbage that had been replaced by a small life had more than half of the rice, and the rice was four or five pounds. The cigarettes were gone yesterday. The days when there were no cigarettes made him a veteran old smoker uncomfortable.
A "touch" came from the security door.
The zombies that started outside the door five days ago destroyed the iron gates outside the door. The desire for flesh and blood and greed made them stay out of his door like a loyal dog.
The corpse smell in the room is thicker, but Zhang Xiaoqiang is used to it. Sometimes it is subconscious to think that only this smell is normal, and the previous ones are slowly leaving him, leaving only the instinct to live.
Go into the kitchen and open the induction cooker. Pour the remaining bacon rice into the wok and chopped cabbage and boil it. After the pot, divide it into two portions and eat one serving in the morning.
After breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the window of the computer room as usual and looked at the zombies downstairs and downstairs. Looking at the end of the road, looking at the dark and heavy and dull sky, the clouds covered with a few chills. The breath, suppressing his heart, let him breathe and feel sleepy.
I hope that a fleet of vehicles suddenly appeared at the end of the road. A row of PLA soldiers stood in a car with a fascinating color. The steel gun in the hand swept the desperate world, and drove those rancid zombies into and let him go back to the past. Days.
Fantasy is ultimately a fantasy, zombies are still swaying everywhere, and Zhang Xiaoqiang still has to worry about food. Back to the living room, hands and heads to prepare for today's physical training, the otaku has become weak after a long time, and if you want to live, you have to work hard to improve your physical fitness. Now even a little improvement is good.
"Forty Seven" "Forty Eight".... "Fifty"
. . . . "Call" Zhang Xiaoqiang spit a long breath and two hands on the ground, too tired, for a long time no such exercise. I thought that the zombies outside the door were still outside, and there was not much food at home. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and held his head to start again.
Put the eight-pound hammer in the corner and pick up the towel and wipe the sweat from the face. Two thousand frogs jumped and waved eight pounds of hammers five hundred times to make him tired. The breakfast food was almost digested, and the stomach began to scream again.
Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Xiaoqiang figured out how to solve the six zombies outside the door. The shield was thrown outside the door. Without the defensive equipment, he couldn’t fight the zombies. The anti-theft iron door was opened and could not be stuck in the house. One by one, it’s impossible to have a couple of six when you have a few days of cooking.
I thought about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang clasped his head and fingers and scratched his scalp. All kinds of methods were high or no idea. I saw the Huangguoshu cigarette case on the coffee table, habitually caught the hand, and shook it before I remembered yesterday. No more. Looked at the in the ashtray, found a piece of white paper to take apart the cigarette butt, and carefully piled the remaining shredded tobacco on a piece of white paper into a roll.
I found a lighter to ignite, took a breath and leaned on the sofa to watch the landline phone at home, thinking that I had not paid the landline phone bill for several months. Three months or four months? The beautiful MM of the telecom business hall should also become a zombie. The phone bill in the mobile phone has more than 80 yuan to make a contribution to the telecommunications. Isn’t it a big loss? The mind is full of no thoughts, and Zhang Xiaoqiang’s eyes unconsciously pass through the telephone line.
"and many more". ,
telephone line? Zhang Xiaoqiang re-focused his eyes on the telephone line, and his heart flashed a glimmer of light, but he could not grasp it.
Looking at the phone line, the brain turned quickly. In addition to talking on the phone, the function of the telephone line can dry up, dry clothes, quilt, bundle, and think about the light. "It’s the rope." He stood up and walked back and forth, looking for a rope and slamming on the security door. On the door handle, the other end is fixed again. If you open the door, you will not be afraid that the door will be squeezed out by the zombies. If you open the door, you can solve the zombies outside the door one by one.
When I thought of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the iron railing on the window with a fine hemp rope in the storage room. The other one was left ten centimeters long on the doorknob. The weapon used for the steamed bun was not enough, and the space was too small. not open. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a galvanized water pipe about 1.5 meters, and he felt that the power was too small to deal with the zombies.
Continue to rummage through his dad's toolbox, and sigh! Fortunately, his daddy, the city, in the 1960s to dig the canal, in the 1970s as the director of the motor factory, although only a dozen people are still a collective career size is not an official, the opening of the restaurant in the 1980s is also the earliest in the small town Ten thousand yuan!
Unfortunately, his father likes to play, fishing, hunting, and not thinking about business. Otherwise, it can be a small money. His father’s fishing rods and shotguns are all made by himself. For a while, China is rigorously shooting. His dad’s courageous man throws a gun at the front of the temple and throws his gun into the Yangtze River. His father Although they are gone, those tools are left behind.
"found it".
Turning out a triangular file, the sickle has a long time for a long time. The triangular file is black and has not been rusted. The tool steel of the 1970s definitely guarantees the quality.
Use a knife to put the wooden cutting tool of the file into the water pipe. I tried to be afraid of not being insured. I nailed the joints between the water pipes and the wooden handles with nails, so I was not afraid of losing the chain at the crucial time.
Everything was ready, Zhang Xiaoqiang checked his equipment after standing at the door, the military coat had been cleaned, but unfortunately it was dirty today, the tap water has stopped, and it is not expected to drink and expect it to wash clothes!
The left hand is hand-held with a self-made iron gun to open the door.
"bump". . . . . . .
Zhang Xiaoqiang closed the door again. It was too stinky. The smell of the rotten corpse that he had killed a few days ago made him unable to open his eyes.
There is no mask at home, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a wool scarf to cover the nose and mouth ~ EbookFREE.me ~ sprinkle some toilet water on the scarf to be better.
Open the door again, a black claw caught on his face, the master of the claw is trying to squeeze in from the crack in the door. This time he was prepared and not scared. He carefully looked at the zombies and the flesh on the zombies' claws tightened inward. The bones were all exposed like the eagle's claws toward him, and the sharp nails stretched back and forth with dry fingers. . The zombies desperately tried to put their heads into the door. The flesh on the face was the same as the claws. The eyelids were deep and the protruding cheekbones rubbed back and forth on the iron door. It seemed that they wanted to sharpen their heads and drill them in.
Zhang Xiaoqiang held the iron gun in his hands, and the top triangle of the triangular sickle stabbed the zombie's eyes. Holding the water pipe tightly in both hands, the strength of the breastfeeding force pushed out to the top. The first time I couldn’t grasp the force with the iron gun, I only knew that I was stabbing outward, my brain was groggy, but my body broke out in the bones. Bloody, he was excited and felt like all the zombies were just that, they could kill them all.
Two more claws grabbed him from the crack in the door, and the two claws swayed in front of his eyes to wake him up. He pulled out the tip of the iron gun, and the eyes of the zombie turned into a deep black hole, slowly flowing out of the black and sticky silk, and the zombies who fell down next to the zombie slowly fell over. On the ground, the head is facing him with a white eye without a pupil, a black hole flowing through the black blood. The two extreme contrasts made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a cold.
"There are five others," he said to himself, not to see the dead zombies again.
I haven’t used a long gun, and I’m not good at it. He smashed the remaining five zombies with his smashing gun, and the last zombie fell to the ground.
"铛".
Zhang Xiaoqiang can no longer hold the iron gun and let it fall to the ground.