In the apocalypse with supernatural powers, it’s useless even if I can control the wind and turn my

Chapter 4 Hesitation is in vain

"Fuck!" Zhang Wusi pulled the cart just past the elevator hall. She ran to the room without looking back. She didn't care what was behind her. She wanted to go back to the room first. Hesitation is in vain.

Due to her acceleration and nervousness, she shook something off the cart while running and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sound of "Ho! Roar!" and the sound of messy footsteps came from behind.

The horse in front silently opened the door and waved to her quickly with wide eyes.

Within half a minute, Zhang Wusi rushed into the room with the cart. The cart was turned around and pushed into the living room and fell to the ground. Ma Momo closed the door the second Zhang Wusi entered, locked it, and pressed his body against the door. Zhang Wusi dragged a chair and leaned it against the door handle. The chair and the door formed a triangle, which perfectly supported the force. Then he and Ma Momo dragged a heavy cabinet against the chair.

They sat on the floor, leaning against the cabinet and catching their breath. Zhang Wusi's hands and feet were shaking involuntarily due to nervousness. There were constant banging sounds outside the door, but the door didn't move at all. The door of the hotel's penthouse suite was still of high quality, and the banging sounds were greatly isolated.

Zhang Wusi took a few deep breaths to stop himself from shaking. He climbed onto the cabinet and looked out through the peephole. He saw several zombies with filthy mouths open, red eyes, blood-stained clothes, and weird postures. They were using their bodies like machines. "Dong, dong, dong" banged against the door.

I only saw three in the cat's eye, and there were others around. I could only see a corner, but I didn't know how many there were.

Zhang Wusi crept down, leaned his back against the cabinet, and sat back down. Looking at each other silently, the two of them sat motionless, not saying a word the whole time.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of banging on the door stopped, and they still didn't move or make any noise. After a few minutes to make sure he didn't hit the door, Zhang Wusi climbed onto the cabinet again and looked outside with a peephole. No zombies could be seen anymore.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and they began to collect the materials scattered on the ground.

After cleaning up, I was ready to take a shower and go to bed. I was very stressed out all day long and felt tired very quickly. There is a one-time change of clothes in the hotel, and there is also a lot of stock on the trolley.

After washing up, I called my family and informed each other, asking my family not to go out, not to make any noise at home, not to tell others how much inventory I had at home, etc. After explaining a lot, I lay down on the bed.

Zhang Wusi was extremely sleepy and prepared to sleep. Ma Momo was also very tired, but his eyes were wide open.

"What's wrong? You're not even tired at all. If you don't sleep, how can you have the energy to face emergencies tomorrow?" Zhang Wusi said with a yawn.

"I'm tired, but I can't sleep. There's a tension in my head. You go to sleep first, and I'll see how to deal with the zombies." Ma Momo picked up his phone and opened the web page.

Zhang Wusi sat up like a carp, "Oh! Why didn't I call the police to arrest the zombies just now? They should still be hanging around on this floor now. There are zombies walking around outside, and I get scared just thinking about it. Suddenly energetic."

Ma Momo said without raising his head, "It's no use. I called while you were climbing into the cabinet, and the police phone number couldn't be reached at all. The line was always busy. The police phone number was all blocked, and the police were busy and couldn't arrest them all. , there is simply no way to catch them all. I sent a text message to the police and wrote down the address here, and I will tell them when they see it. Let’s just hide in the room and stop causing trouble. "

"Don't tell me, it's quite safe at the moment, and the sound insulation is good. Zombies can't hit the door. It's still comfortable. But why is the stroller placed in the corridor and no one has been there for so long? The cleaning staff can't be It’s gone.” Zhang Wusi said. "Didn't you say that the zombies are coming and lie down? Why are you so active in taking measures now?"

"If you don't talk, no one will think you don't exist. If you keep talking, I won't read. You can figure out your own solution." Ma Momo threw away the phone and looked at Zhang Wusi.

"Oh, oh, oh, don't be like this. You are the boss. If I had to read it myself, I would feel dizzy. You sort it out, you sort it out. I shut up." Zhang Wusi turned off the mic manually.

"Although I want to lie down, it's not time to lie down yet. You are here too, and there are supplies, water, electricity, and Internet. It's all good. I can't think of anything. And I'm talking about when I'm alone. Isn't it you? I think you can definitely do it. I believe in you, so I want to plan it carefully." Ma Momo said.

"I... although I am very happy that you are planning it. But what do you believe in me... I don't have superpowers, can I still help you walk out of the zombies? You think too highly of me." Zhang Wusi was ashamed.

"You don't understand. You have unlimited potential. What you just completed is not very good. If it were me, I wouldn't be so bold. Even if there is no one, I wouldn't dare to go out. If you hadn't rushed out to get a cart of things , Where can we use our daily necessities? They will be gone in a day. You are the captain of the action team." Ma Momo praised.

"Are you praising me or hurting me? Although I just came back with supplies, I was unlucky to encounter a zombie, and you still waited for me with the door open. If I hadn't acted quickly and we cooperated well, we would have Nothing." Zhang Wusi flattened his mouth.

"Of course I'm complimenting you. I don't agree because I'm afraid something might happen to you, but we still need supplies. You've done a great job." Ma silently praised.

"Hehe, that's good, that's good. I was afraid you were talking about me. It was so thrilling at first, but luckily my legs weren't so weak that I couldn't run. You don't know that after I entered the room and closed the door, I was shaking like a sieve. ." Zhang Wusi was silent because of the compliment.

Ma silently pushed her away. "So you are very powerful. There are so many people on the street who are so scared that they can't walk. You can run faster than a rabbit."

Zhang Wusi lay down again, stretched out his back, and let out a long yawn. "I can't stand it anymore. I've suffered tremendous physical and mental torture. Since you can't sleep, just get up and put your backpack next to the bedside table. I need to run away if I have something to do. I'm too lazy to move."

While Ma Momo stood up and picked up his backpack, he looked back at Zhang Wusi, who had already fallen asleep.

The next day, Zhang Wusi was woken up by Ma Momo. Zhang Wusi rushed in with his schoolbag in his hand.

"Wait! Wait! No, oops." Ma silently held her back. "I think you're almost asleep. I'm here to show you that there's chaos outside again."

Ma Momo raised her phone in front of her. It was a live broadcast room, just like a pseudo-documentary horror film, with dark tones and shaky lenses, showing the scene from a first-person perspective.

During the live broadcast, the owner of the mobile phone opened the door a crack and pointed the camera towards the living room. The curtains that were not very light-blocking allowed the sunlight coming through just enough to vaguely see the general scene in the living room. A person, who seemed to be a man, stood motionless in the living room, then twitched strangely, and his bones rubbed together and made an unpleasant sound.

The screen in the live broadcast room was crazy.

"I told you there were zombies, but you still didn't believe me."

"Is this true or false?"

"I saw with my own eyes a lot of people on the street doing this yesterday."

"To guide public opinion, I want to report the anchor."

"This is all staged and a lie."

. . . . . .

The owner of the live broadcast mobile phone moved his camera down and pointed at the door handle, apparently preparing to close the door.

At this time, a comment crossed over.

"Don't look up, close the door quickly, it's in front of you!"

The hand on the door handle was stunned, the camera focused, and two feet appeared in the camera opposite.

"Roar!!"