Zombie Crisis: Survival comes first

After being busy for a while, one of the vans was already full. Chen Yu selected two tires of each type and tried to take more with him.

Looking at those tires, Chen Yu also knew that many survivors were probably led here. He hadn't heard anything about it before, so he guessed that those two people had specially selected the targets.

It was past eight o'clock in the morning, and all three of them felt a little hungry, so they simply prepared to get something to eat.

Inside the house, Han Liyuan was busy lighting a fire for the stove, while Xiaohu was fanning with a paper shell, causing smoke everywhere.

The two corpses had been dragged outside the yard by Chen Yu so that they would not be seen when walking around.

Looking at the clothes hanging under the eaves, Chen Yu thought for a moment and took off a few coats.

Then he said hello and asked Han Liyuan to walk to the door of the back room, put her clothes on the door lock with both hands, and then Chen Yu started kicking.

Through this method, the noise can be minimized, prevented from being noticed by zombies, and unnecessary trouble can be avoided.

After a few bangs, Chen Yu's right foot was already numb, and he finally kicked the door open. Looking at the empty scene inside, Han Liyuan was stunned: "Hey, where is the person?!"

"Go make breakfast. Make whatever you have to eat." Chen Yu waved his hand to signal her to leave, and then walked in.

"Okay." Han Liyuan didn't ask any more questions. She knew very well that it was quite rare for her to be treated as she was now. If she kept pushing the envelope, it would probably arouse Chen Yu's resentment.

Entering the back room, Chen Yu took a quick glance. It was daytime now, the light was better, and he also discovered more details.

First of all, there is no furniture in the house, and even the one in the corner is not a kang, but a simple stone bed, which feels cold to the touch.

There were no candles around, and there was mold on the walls. It didn't look like there was any sign of habitation.

I did see the girl enter this house with my own eyes before, and there was no other exit, which only meant that there was a basement here.

Looking at the carpet in the middle of the room, Chen Yu hesitated for a moment, but still did not go in. After last night until now, he was a little hungry. If there were zombies or other things below, it would inevitably consume his energy again.

So thinking of this, he planned to wait until after breakfast to take a look. There was no rush anyway.

At this time, Han Liyuan was also working hard to fry the leftover bacon from last night. There were still some pancakes left that she had not finished eating, so she happened to be heating them by the side of the pot.

Staying around couldn't help much, so Chen Yu went to the room on the right to take a look and found some bowls and chopsticks.

The middle should be the bedroom, and the one on the right is the kitchen and the place where supplies are stored. In fact, there isn't much left. Chen Yu took a quick look. There were two pieces of bacon hanging from the beams, and there were only some dried chili peppers and salt left in the cupboard. And so on, the flour is gone.

It seemed that Wang Dajun was not lying. After they attacked the survivors before, they did not make any further moves in winter. They probably relied on the previous supplies to survive the past three months smoothly.

No wonder that as soon as the temperature rises, they are so anxious and ready to harm people again.

Looking at the bucket in the corner, Chen Yu guessed that it should be rainwater that had been collected. There was still a lot of residue on it and it had not been filtered cleanly.

After thinking for a while, he didn't use them. Instead, he took a few pairs of chopsticks, whittled them with the dagger he had on him, and then treated them as clean.

After Chen Yu carried this knife on his body, he never used it to kill zombies, and it was still clean.

......

Sitting on the Kang, the three of them gathered around the stove, eating breakfast with chopsticks and barely talking.

A few minutes later, Chen Yu put the chopsticks in his left hand, put the tissue in his pocket on the table and said, "After you finish eating, you guys will move the supplies in the kitchen to the car, and then see if you can think of a way to put this thing away." It’s been torn down.”

Hearing this, Xiaohu asked curiously: "Why bring such a big thing back?"

Chen Yu smiled and said: "This stove is very good. After the fire is lit, you can put your hands on it to keep warm. You can also stir-fry and cook by opening the lid in the middle. The smoke can also be discharged to the outside along the pipe. What a good thing. .”

"Although winter is almost over, it can still be used next winter, right?"

"Okay, I understand." Xiaohu took out the paper and wiped his mouth, nodded.

After saying that, Chen Yu looked up in the direction of the door, and a thought flashed through his mind: "I don't know if all of us can survive until next winter..."

Of course, he didn't say this. At the very least, Chen Yu would work hard towards this goal.

"By the way, the water in the kitchen is not clean, don't touch it." When Chen Yu was about to enter the back room, he suddenly thought of something and reminded him.

Hearing what he said, Han Liyuan swallowed a piece of meat and said with a bitter face: "This bacon is so salty. I should have eaten less. Now I'm a little thirsty."

Seeing this, Xiaohu took off the water bottle he had on his waist and handed it to her: "Drink mine, there is still some left."

But Han Liyuan shook her head, stretched out her hand and pushed it back: "You can keep it for yourself, sister, I can still hold on, it's a small problem."

Lifting the carpet in the middle of the back room, Chen Yu immediately saw a large iron plate buckled on it, and there was a button holding it down. No wonder the girl didn't come out.

Worried about the darkness below, Chen Yu got a torch again, and then pulled open the iron plate with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, a wooden staircase led down, about a few meters deep. Chen Yu held up a torch and looked around, but saw no one.

"Are you still alive?" Chen Yu squatted on it and asked instead of entering rashly.

But there was no reply from below, it seemed like there was no one.

"If you don't say anything, I'll leave." After saying these words, Chen Yu pretended to leave and prepared to continue buckling the iron plate.

Sure enough, just as he was about to close it, a response came from below.

"Don't...don't close..."

Listening to the voice, it was indeed the girl from before. I don't know if it was because of the injury, but now she sounded even weaker.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yu climbed down the stairs. He was not worried that the people below would attack. After all, it was not difficult to deal with a girl who was hit by a car.

Standing below, Chen Yu looked around and found that this place was not a basement. It was only about seven or eight square meters. It should have been a storage room before.

There was only a small window, about the size of a palm, which barely let in some light, but couldn't see clearly at all.

But at this moment, Chen Yu held the torch and could see clearly in an instant. The girl was hugging her knees, huddled in the corner and shivering...

What was surprising was that Chen Yu saw another person below.