Zombie Crisis: Survival comes first

After finishing speaking, Xiao Jiu stepped forward and picked up the barrels, looked at them several times, confirmed that they were intact, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, four barrels may not be enough before the end of the world, but now, they are enough for us to use for a long time." After a period of time, it can be recycled anyway. "

After hearing what he said, Mouse smiled bitterly and said: "I think how to get out is a big problem now. There is not even a small vent in here, and there is an army of zombies outside. What should we do?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiu put down the bucket, put his hands in his trouser pockets and chuckled, "Don't you notice anything different about this room?"

"Ah?" The mouse was startled for a moment, then looked around and said seriously: "Isn't it just a small room, filled with sundries, a wooden bed, and a big cabinet..."

When he said this, Mouse's eyes suddenly lit up and he blurted out: "Damn it, if there is only one door here, how did this big guy get in?!"

He walked to the cabinet, tapped it with his fingers, checked the size with a torch, and said with absolute certainty: "There is absolutely no way this thing could have been moved in through that door!"

Xiao Jiu clapped his hands gently and then walked towards the corner.

"I saw it not long after I came in. Since the cabinet can be put into this room, it at least proves that there is another exit, perhaps the back door that was reserved before. Then when the store was renovated, the door was sealed again. "

After saying that, Xiao Jiu picked up the broom on the ground and used the wooden handle to knock on the surface.

Seeing this, the mouse followed suit and used a rotten chair leg, and the two began to look for other ways out.

More than a minute later, Xiao Jiu walked to the wall on the right and knocked on it, and there was a sound of "dong dong dong".

Then he whistled, and the mouse continued to light the torch for light.

Then Xiao Jiu reached out and touched it. After a few seconds, he said softly: "It's wallpapered. No wonder I couldn't see the light even before."

As soon as he finished speaking, he used the dagger to create a gap, then grabbed it with both hands and pulled hard.

Then there was a crash and the wallpaper was ripped off by him.

Then two wooden doors were revealed, tightly closed.

Mouse stepped forward and pressed the door handle. As expected, it was locked.

Seeing this, he turned around and asked: "I don't know where the key was lost. Brother Xiao, can you pick the lock?"

Xiao Jiu shook his head. He walked to the door crack area and looked at it. He frowned slightly and said, "The door crack is too tight and it's not rusty. It's probably impossible to pry it open."

But soon, he changed the topic and said: "But the area we are currently in lacks everything except tools."

Hearing this, Mouse also snapped his fingers and said, "Yeah, come here with a screwdriver and just remove the door handle. Why bother looking for a lock?"

Xiao Jiu smiled and pointed towards the place where he came in before: "The zombies should still be in the store. Let's rest first and wait until they wander out."

The mouse nodded, picked up the cloth that had been covered on the oil drum, spread it on the ground again, and then lay down on it, with his hands behind his head, and soon he heard the sound of snoring.

After staying in the apocalypse for too long, everyone's basic mental state is not good. Coupled with the long-term running in the wild, even Mouse's physique is somewhat unable to hold on. Now that he has a chance to rest, he will not waste time.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiu also walked aside, stamped out the torch with his shoes, then lay down and started to rest.

......

Just when Xiao Jiu and the other two were surrounded by corpses, there was another scene on the other two side.

"boom!"

In a street area filled with abandoned cars, Lao Cheng kicked open the glass door of a small supermarket on the roadside. While smashing the broken glass with his elbow, he turned around and asked, "What's the situation? Why are we so busy here?" A few zombies, so few, aren’t even enough to warm me up!”

After hearing this, Dazhuang came over. He was holding a broken bag in his hand, which was filled with empty bottles. He then said: "I don't know, no one has come to this county for a long time. The zombies must have been hugged by themselves." It’s a group, we don’t have it here, maybe it’s overflowing in other areas.”

"You go in and find some tape, I'll stand guard at the door."

Dazhuang pursed his lips, then turned his back to the supermarket.

"Okay, just stay!" Lao Cheng made an OK gesture and carefully stepped through the glass door.

Seeing that the small supermarket was somewhat dark, Lao Cheng thought for a while, bent down and rummaged around his feet, and then found a can of drinks from a pile of garbage.

Holding it heavy in his hand, Laocheng felt happy for a moment, but after taking a closer look, he realized that it had already expired three months ago.

Seeing this, he poured out the drink in frustration, and then threw it directly inside.

There were several bangs, and the sound startled Dazhuang. Looking back, he saw that Lao Cheng was testing whether there were any zombies, so he didn't say anything.

After a few seconds, there was a slow movement inside, followed by three zombies crawling out from the fallen shelves and staggering towards the outside.

Dazhuang saw this and said softly: "Do you need my help?"

"No need!" Lao Cheng waved his hand, pulled out the dagger and said, "It's just three little sheep. I just happen to be practicing flying knives..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the knife in his hand. The next second, the handle of the dagger accurately hit the zombie's eyeball, and then fell to the ground.

"Uh, what, I didn't see it clearly." Lao Cheng blushed, quickly picked up the lucky cat ornament on the cashier, rushed up and banged it a few times, and quickly killed the zombies.

Then he picked up his dagger and began to rummage inside for supplies.

Nearly five or six minutes later, Lao Cheng walked out of the inner area depressed and shouted: "Brother Xiao Jiu asked me to find some tape. Can you see if this thing works?"

After saying that, he threw away the two rolls of things tied together in his hands.

Hearing this, Dazhuang turned around to catch it, looked at it in his hand, frowned and said: "Electric tape, it should be OK, but this thing is also very important in the follow-up. It's better not to use it as an oil extraction bottle. It's too wasteful."

Lao Cheng came out with a bag of things in his hand and asked doubtfully: "Our house has been taken over by others, can we still use electricity? Let me tell you, this thing won't be used in the short term."

Hearing this, Dazhuang put the electric tape into his pocket, then he raised his head, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and said softly: "The community is not home, only the place where we exist is."

Laocheng paused slightly, pursed his lips and said, "What you said makes sense. Let's go to the next area. I don't believe that a county can't even search for scotch tape."

"Yes." Dazhuang nodded and was about to leave. Suddenly he saw the item in Lao Cheng's hand and asked, "What is this?"