Chapter 13: All ready to go

In the early morning, Song Fei woke up with the snoring of Zhou Lu and Qiao Siqi. The two snoring were diametrically opposed, one short and powerful, one long and long, two intertwined, as if the shepherd boy playing the flute attracted the oxen to rise, and the ancient meaning was vivid.
He touched the phone next to the pillow to see the time. Unexpectedly, his arm had just stretched out the quilt. The cold air that had been planned for a long time rushed in.
Song Fei shivered under the quilt, and the cold light on the phone screen illuminated his red nose.
Beijing time, five o'clock.
It's still dark outside, and I can't see the slightest light of day. Song Fei was very happy that the first college entrance examination was defeated. It was a higher education institution located in the three eastern provinces. It is said that in November every year, the instructor can take the students to make ice sculptures on the playground.
"Awake?" Qi Yan whispered in his ear.
The two beds are next to each other, sleeping head to head, very close.
"Ok."
Song Fei put down his mobile phone, the dazzling white light disappeared, 440 returned to the moonlight, and the whole world seemed to be peaceful.
Soft and quiet.
Since the outbreak of the corpse tide, Song Fei ca n’t remember the moment when there was no weird howling in the door and no heavy steps in the hallway of the mutant, just like God suddenly pressed the pause button, so that the only one he could still perceive He Qiyan stole a moment of leisure.
"What do you want?" Qi Yan asked.
Song Fei actually did n’t think about anything, but Qi Yan asked, he always had to search the stomach and find out something:
I ’m thinking, if this does n’t happen, I should be peeking at the screen and wondering which one is looking for a happy Christmas.

"Who do you think is pleasing to the group?" Qi Yan's voice was natural, like a buddy chatting.
Song Fei tried hard to recall the hard photos of his friends in the group. They passed by in front of them like a lantern, and could n’t help but fascinate: "The Deng Jian in the Department of Physical Education is simple, that muscle, that line ..."
Qi Yan: "He pretends to be a straight guy and gf."
Song Fei: "Li Zhaoxi of the Economic Management Institute, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, properly abstinence ..."
Qi Yan: "He and his college just hired to teach finance this year to engage in teachers and students."
Song Fei: "Wu Zilang of Chemical College ..."
Qi Yan: "Mother."
Song Fei: "Guan Xiaochen of the Computer Academy ..."
Qi Yan: "Cannon King."
Song Fei: "Jiao Bo of the Academy of Biosciences ..."
Qi Yan: "Chasing me."
Song Fei: "Don't you say that you have blocked the group!"
Qi Yan: "After regaining my singleness, I opened again."
Song Fei: "... Get up!"
Since ancient times, happy times have been like a white horse, and the shepherd boy and the cow suddenly sat up, looked around, and looked sad.
"What happened? What happened?" Joskey had been in the chaos of the film and the reality for the first two days. There was no real sense of panic or fear, and even a hint of excitement. But from seeing his classmates killing each other yesterday, to the serial jump at night, he can no longer treat everything that happened in front of him as a game or a movie. This is the cold reality, he may gameover at any time, and he will never have the opportunity to come back. once.
Everyone thinks it's terrible to think about it, and now Joskey is in this state of thinking and fearing.
By contrast, Monday ’s law is more calm, look out the window, and then look at Song Fei, somehow: "What the is it."
Song Fei trembled and jumped from the bed, copied the black long down jacket and covered himself, finally feeling a little warm: "The day's plan is in the morning."
On Monday, the law collapsed, and others also said it was in the morning, not in the early morning.
At six o'clock, the dormitory called.
Qiao Siqi took a warm pot of cold water, plugged it in quickly, turned on the electricity, and waited for the water to boil, while feeling: "The end of the world can still live so meticulously, so we are a few brothers."
Hot water boiled, brush your teeth and wash your face. Afterwards, the four early birds divided the remaining instant noodles. No one dared to touch Apple, fearing that it would become useless after breakfast.
After the stomach is filled, the only reserve grain is half a box of chocolates and a bag of shrimp chips.
On Monday, I looked at the huge chocolate gift box and the exquisite content that can be counted with a very disproportionate hand. I felt particularly regrettable: "Anyway, I eat chocolate. How good is a snickers. Buy these bells and whistles. What's the use. "
Song Fei sighed weakly: "Big Brother, the other person didn't buy it for themselves, but prepared to give it to the girl."
"Who?" Zhou Li looked at the chocolate and then the musical instruments on the wall. They didn't know how to get together. "This guy playing guitar?"
On Monday's guess, Song Fei was surprised, but then think about it, learning guitar or chocolate, not all for the sake of the girl, the motivation is completely the same, and there is nothing difficult to guess. 440 The most hungry classmate Ren Zhe, from freshman to sophomore year, almost recognized the girl in half of the history academy as a sister, but he didn't find a girlfriend.
Song Fei felt pure happiness in reviewing the roommate's path of tragic love, and naturally raised his mouth.
It's just that the happiness is too short.
As soon as the corner of his mouth raised, he immediately put it down, and what followed was the panic that had been suppressed by him these days.
For several days, Song Fei has been forcing himself not to think about Wang Qingyuan Xiang Yang and Ren Zhe. That is his closest partner in this school. If they have something wrong, Song Fei feels that he can't bear it. So as long as he was thinking in an uncontrolled way, he immediately told himself that they must be hiding in the library now and it is as safe as they are, trying to survive in a desperate situation.
The shoulder was suddenly patted lightly twice.
Song Fei turned his head and said a gentle face to Shang Qiyan.
"You all live well, they must be fine."
Song Fei knew that Qi Yan wanted to comfort himself, but he really didn't want to appreciate it at all.
When there was finally a glimmer of light in the sky, four hot-blooded men who were ready to fight circulated in front of Monday's masterpiece—Fen Duoduo supermarket floor plan.
"This is the main entrance, the sales area comes in, there is an administrative office and employee lounge behind, and the warehouse storage area and the back door are at the back." The picture drawn by Zhou Lu on the grass is relatively sketchy, but after he explains it, he can also see clearly Chu Ming understands clearly.
Song Fei's cognition of Duoduo is the main entrance, shelves, and cash register. I don't know that the inside is so rich.
"The sales area is full of zombies, and it's death when you go in," Qiao Siqi clearly saw when he ran back to the dormitory, "Shall we go directly into the warehouse through the back door?"
"The warehouse may not be safe," Zhou Lu shook his head. "And I'm mainly worried that the back door may not be open. If we ran over and found that it wasn't open, we would be more passive if we went back to the front door."
Song Fei understood: "It would be better to go directly through the open main door and close the door to beat the dog!"
Monday nodded.
Qiao Siqi sounded like a fantasy: "There are zombies in it, whoever is closing the door!"
Qi Yan asked: "How to close the door?"
"Supermarkets use ground-floating doors with no latches and only ground locks. But we don't have keys and we can't lock them. We can only use something to pin the stainless steel handle from the inside."
Song Fei interjected and asked, "Can't it be tied?"
Monday Law: "Of course it is better. If you do n’t hold the mop or broom, it will be easily broken."
Song Fei trot towards his thermos, and drew the bicycle chain lock from the back of the thermos, and flicked his hand: "How about this?"
Wu Yilu and Qi Yan looked at each other
"Perfect."
Qiao Siqi felt that his three brothers were dreaming: "Can you wake up and close the door to block the zombie outside, but we will be with the zombie lock inside, then? Take Shaqima on the shelf. Threat them not to act rashly? "
Song Fei glanced at him: "Do you have a better way?"
Qiao Siqi stuffed. If there are only zombies in the supermarket, you can also find a quick leg and bait to lead the zombies out. Then, in the subsequent rush of the greedy snake formation, you will be the first to return to the safe supermarket. The door is locked and you can get it. But now there are zombies inside and outside the supermarket, and it will be too long for the bait to run around the world.
The kettle has turned over.
Song Fei walked over and took out the power, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "John, if we can't even deal with a mutant in the supermarket, there may be a school, a city, or even an earth behind you, you dare to go Think next? "
"You have taken me long enough," Qiao Siqi angrily removed Song Fei's paw from his shoulder, "Also, I am Johns."
No more than ten minutes before and after the battle plan, 440 fell into an awkward silence. As the young people of the motherland who grew up under the red flag in the spring breeze, they learned from Lei Feng, planting trees, consoling widows, and heroes sweeping graves. There are one hundred ways to make the red scarves on their chests more vivid, but certainly not including group fights.
Since childhood, the teacher has raised his ears, can bb, don't do it.
"Forget it, it ’s your destiny," Monroe shot freely, "I ’ll be a scabbard, do n’t look back and hurt yourself."
Workers must first sharpen their tools to do their best.
Qi Yan: "I'll sharpen the knife."
Qiao Siqi: "I will study my knife again. Nima has too many functions and dazzles."
Song Fei: "I'm going to ... fan?"
At seven thirty in the blink of an eye, he retreated at night and went out during the day.
Very satisfied with my use of several textbook covers + scabbard wrapped with tape. On Monday, while licking the knife and closing the knife, I felt the wind and power, and asked Song Fei, who was leaning on the fan of the balcony door: "The weather is like it, suitable for highlighting the encirclement Do not?"
Song Fei wows away the fan, and looks like the Qianlong Lord who microvisited a private visit, nodded at his partner: "It's quite suitable."
On Monday, Lu Xingchong stood up and wanted to open the door to the balcony to get the first morning light.
However, as soon as his hand touched the door frame, he flinched.
Outside the clouds and mist around the mountains, fairy air fluttering.
The fourth day of the zombies siege, haze.