Build a doomsday base, starting from the infinite supermarket.

noon.

It was still raining outside, but it was lighter than the heavy rain in the morning.

Judging from the precipitation, it's about moderate rain.

Song Zhi stretched and yawned lazily.

"I'm not going to eat lunch today. I'll just have a bite here. You guys go ahead."

Song Zhi waved towards Guo Xiong and Li Pu and said.

"Okay, then we'll go first, Boss Song." Seeing this, Guo Xiong nodded without saying much, and then took out the umbrella he bought in the morning.

When Li Pu saw Guo Xiong take out the umbrella, he insisted on going in with him.

"Your umbrella is so big, and we are such close friends, let's squeeze in."

Li Pu smiled at Guo Xiong.

Guo Xiong was somewhat reluctant at first, thinking it was a bit unsightly for two grown men to be squeezed under one umbrella.

But Lip insisted, and seeing that he hesitated, he deliberately used that shrill voice to disgust him.

He had no choice but to nod his head quickly, "Okay, okay, come in quickly. Really, the rain isn't that heavy, it won't hurt if you run back."

Li Pu curled his lips and said, "No way. If you get caught in the rain for too long, you'll catch a cold. Will you pay for my medical expenses then?"

"In your dreams!"

The two of them went into the rain while bickering.

Fortunately, the supermarket and the hotel were not far from each other, otherwise the umbrella might not have been able to withstand the pressure from the two of them pushing and shoving each other.

About ten minutes after they left.

The door of the supermarket was pushed open again, and a clear female voice came in.

"elder sister?"

Shen Ling closed the umbrella in her hand and stomped her feet at the door to shake off some of the dirt on her shoes.

After making sure that the remaining mud could not be shaken off, he came in clatteringly, holding two packed lunch boxes in his hands.

"Lingling? Why are you here?"

When Song Zhi heard the voice, he looked up and found that it was Shen Ling who came.

When his eyes fell on the lunch box in Shen Ling's hand, a warm feeling suddenly flowed into his heart.

"Sister, Uncle Guo said you didn't eat lunch today. I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable if you were hungry, so I came to bring you food." Shen Ling shook the lunch box in her hand and smiled sweetly at Song Zhi.

The round little face is red because of the alternation of hot and cold, like a ripe apple, making people want to hold it and take a bite.

Song Zhi stood up and walked over slowly.

Noticing that Shen Ling's shoes were soaked by the rain and her trouser legs were wet, she couldn't help but frowned.

"It's raining heavily outside. You don't have to brave the rain to bring me food. I'm afraid you won't be short of food here."

Song Zhi pointed to the pile of food on the shelf at the back and joked.

Shen Ling didn't quite agree with what Song Zhi said. She pretended to be serious and spoke in a calm voice.

"Sister! How can this be the same? Aunt Shi's meals are healthier than the ones you cooked later. Anyway, they are different, and..."

Shen Ling paused and tightened her grip on the lunch box.

"And what?" Song Zhi was curious.

"Besides, you won't have me to eat with you, sister. It will be so lonely for you to eat here alone. I can come and keep you company."

After saying this, Shen Ling's earlobes turned completely red and she lowered her head shyly.

But as if he had thought of something, the next second, he raised his head, walked past Song Zhi with a slightly arrogant expression, and went straight to Song Zhi's desk.

"Haha."

Song Zhi was amused by Shen Ling's series of little expressions and couldn't help laughing.

She shook her head gently and turned around with a doting look on her face.

"Okay, sister knows you are doing this for my own good."

Song Zhi walked to Shen Ling, took the lunch box and put it on the table.

"We'll eat later. Go back and change your clothes and shoes first. They're all wet. It'll be bad if you catch a cold."

Song Zhi held Shen Ling's hand and spoke gently.

"Yeah." Shen Ling nodded, and followed Song Zhi obediently to the room to change clothes.

Song Zhi filled Shen Ling's closet with all kinds of skirts and other casual wear. She also had a whole closet full of shoes of all styles.

Song Zhi herself has no interest in dressing up. (As long as she doesn’t wear the same clothes as others, that’s fine!)

But he found it very interesting to dress up Shen Ling.

She felt a sense of accomplishment when she saw Shen Ling wearing different beautiful clothes every day.

It's like raising a little daughter.

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The rain soaked his clothes, flowed onto the hideous wound, and flowed down along the wound, leaving a pool of blood.

"No, we can't fall here. It's almost there. It's almost there."

Yan Wushuang raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, and weakly encouraged himself.

He was dragging his injured and extremely heavy right leg, moving slowly towards Song Zhi's base.

His hair was soaked by the rain, making him look disheveled.

Who would have thought that half a month ago, he had just completed his mission and returned to the base.

I thought the security of the base would be greatly improved, but unexpectedly that night the base was attacked by a large number of zombies.

There is a third-level zombie leading the way, and there are countless first- and second-level zombies left.

Zombies take turns attacking the base day and night. Even if there are many people in the base and sufficient supplies, it still cannot hold out.

After a preliminary calculation of the daily consumption of supplies and the speed of the zombie attacks outside, the entire base can probably hold out for about another ten days.

Helplessly, he could only volunteer to go out and bring Shen Ling back.

Only Shen Ling can save the base.

Although... the base does not want to activate this unstable weapon unless it is absolutely necessary.

Yan Wushuang brought a total of fifteen people on this trip, but he did not expect to be attacked by zombies on the way. Except for him who managed to escape by chance, the remaining fourteen people all died at the hands of zombies.

The car was also scrapped in the battle with the zombies.

Fortunately, it was not far from Song Zhi’s base, so he endured the pain and walked over little by little.

This agonizing journey lasted about another hour.

Finally, when he was about to fall, he saw the familiar building.

No, it's a little different from what I remember.

The last time I came here, there seemed to be only one supermarket. This time, there seemed to be some other buildings, and the supermarket was surrounded.

However, Yan Wushuang didn't think he had found the wrong place.

There was still wasteland all around, and he felt that apart from the supermarket owner, no one else could build such a large building in the wasteland amid the infestation of zombies.

Song Zhigang washed the lunch box and took it out, intending to give it to Shen Ling to take back to the hotel.

Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing.

In an instant, he came in front of Shen Ling, protected her behind him, and looked towards the supermarket entrance with a vigilant look.

She smelled a scent of blood, and it became stronger and stronger.

Shen Ling, who was protected by Song Zhi behind her, seemed to sense something. She stood on tiptoe and looked towards the entrance of the supermarket.

"Uncle Yan?"

The man had just stepped into the supermarket when Shen Ling blurted out a name.