Rebirth: I went back to the day of the zombie outbreak

Seeing that the crossbow was useless, I suddenly remembered that there was a flamethrower I had just obtained in the storage compartment.

I cursed myself for being so stupid and not thinking of it earlier.

This 1 point of IQ attribute is wasted.

So he immediately inserted the crossbow into the system, took out the flamethrower, and sprayed at the white substance that was coming towards him.

A fire snake spit out from the nozzle with a "boom" and merged with the white substance.

The white substance was like cotton wool and exploded violently when it came into contact with open flames.

A dazzling flame suddenly rose up, and a large golden flower bloomed in the center of the hall.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased.

The fierce waves of fire licked my skin, and with every breath, my lungs felt like they were burning.

I held my breath and held down the switch of the blowgun tightly, making the flame gush out more intensely.

I'm living a life worse than death, and the zombie opposite me is not much better.

The zombie was baked by the flames, as if it was afraid of the dazzling light.

He hurriedly looked for a place to hide, growling and shrinking back, his hands and feet uncoordinated, and he bumped into the crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the hall.

The chandelier shook instantly, making a series of pleasant crashing sounds.

The zombie hugged the chandelier and roared angrily.

The shaking chandelier couldn't bear the weight and the zombies fell from the ceiling.

At this moment, I burst out with unprecedented strength.

He stepped on the stairs with all his strength, pushed his feet hard, and flew forward.

In the air, I spewed out flames again, and fierce fire snakes shot towards the zombies with a "whoosh".

This guy's hands and feet are incredibly fast, and it is difficult to catch him once he lands on the ground.

How could I let it escape?

His left hand pulled out the crossbow from the system again and shot an arrow with an extremely difficult move.

The arrow flew across the hall and hit the zombie's head, but it went towards its thigh.

The zombie was swept away by the powerful penetrating force and fell to the ground in a spin.

The crystal chandelier was smashed into pieces, spreading across the marble floor of the hall.

The zombie's movements became extremely distorted because of an arrow stuck in its thigh.

He could only crawl by dragging one leg, which was cut into pieces by the debris, a horrible sight.

I stared at the zombie's terrifying face, not daring to act rashly.

The zombie was also obviously hurt, with a creepy roar coming from its throat.

The two of us were like two trapped wild animals, facing each other but unable to break free.

After waiting for a moment, the zombies suddenly attacked me as if they were making a desperate move.

It used all four limbs and pounced towards me, while spewing out a large amount of white filaments from its mouth, directly covering the sky above the entire hall.

I calmed myself, turned on the spray gun, and a scorching flame gushed out, instantly igniting the overwhelming white filaments.

Then I turned the gun and aimed it at the zombie that was rushing towards me.

The thin threads turned into fuses, rapidly burning towards the zombie's mouth.

In the blink of an eye, there was a loud "bang" and a violent explosion occurred inside the zombie's body, and broken limbs were scattered around the hall.

The danger was over, I let go of the scalding spray gun, sat down on the cold ground, and breathed in deep gulps of the fresh air coming in from the door.

Looking up at the hall burning in flames, my heart was filled with endless emotion.

Although I won this time, I was also very tired.

If there were two zombies like this at the same time, I would have been finished long ago.

I looked at my calf and saw that the wound was very deep and had begun to ooze pus.

So he could only take off the wet protective suit little by little, and endure the severe pain to tear the trouser legs away from the injured area.

Several of them hurried in from outside the door and looked at me in the hall in disbelief.

"What did you do to his sister?" Wang Defa walked forward and asked with concern.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Fuck it, I've never seen such a difficult zombie species."

"Oh my, it seems this house is not safe either. There were several zombies in the garage just now. I almost died there. Fortunately, they were just ordinary zombies." Wang Defa was also sweating coldly.

Zhang Tanyan looked at the messy hall, knelt on the ground, and howled like a wild beast.

After they gave me a simple bandage, they continued their search.

Time waits for no one, we must find the safe house and Zhang Tanyan’s father as soon as possible.

Zhang Tanyan said that the second floor is where the three sisters live, and usually not many people go there.

In his sister's room, we found a zombie with his penis bitten off.

Its hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed, and it could only move its body to struggle.

It seems that she is a friend of his sister.

Rich people have a lot of fun.

Zhang Tanyan was extremely angry and yelled at the top of his voice: "If my hands were not bad, I would have killed this bastard myself!"

It seemed as if he wanted to vent all his anger and sadness on this zombie.

According to him, before going out to school on the day the zombie crisis broke out, he saw his sister and this man playing all night in a nightclub before coming back.

The man looked a little sick at the time and was thought to have taken drugs. He was probably infected with the zombie virus.

After dealing with this zombie, the second floor is safe.

The third floor is where Zhang Tanyan’s parents live.

There is a pool table at the stairs, and function rooms and balconies on both sides.

At the two ends of the two corridors are the bedroom and study respectively.

There were no signs of zombies on the entire third floor.

"Where is the safe house?" I asked, looking at the dusty corridor.

Zhang Tanyan did not answer, but quickened his pace and walked towards the study.

The ground was dotted with dried blood, extending all the way to the study.

As soon as he entered the study, he called out a few times, but there was no response.

The study is very large, with walls full of books and records.

On the table in the middle, there were several boxes of bullets scattered around.

In addition to bloodstains, there was also a broken cell phone on the ground.

The bloodstain disappeared in front of the bookshelf on the wall.

An indescribable feeling of tension crept up my spine like a cold snake.

There is no door to the safe house here.

No, there was a gap on the full bookshelf, and a few books were missing.

Zhang Tanyan walked over and took down a few more books to widen the gap, revealing a combination lock.

After entering the password, a wall split into two.

"Oh, there's also Lao Wang's room..." Wang Defa wanted to make a joke, but when he saw the tense atmosphere, he immediately shut up.

A large iron door similar to a bank vault appeared behind the original wall.

Zhang Tanyan stepped forward and entered the password with a trembling hand.

The iron door made a series of dull metallic sounds, and then opened a crack with a "buzz".

We hurried over to open the iron door, and the safe house appeared in front of everyone.

The safe house is not an ordinary room. It has no doors or windows and is more like a prison cell.

The ceiling is surrounded by a circle of explosion-proof lights.

Although the light is dim, it is enough for people to see the surrounding environment clearly.

Because there is no air circulation inside, it is filled with a foul smell.

As soon as Zhang Tanyan rushed into the house, he froze in place, then suddenly pounced forward.

"Dad...why did you abandon me...why..."

Zhang Tanyan was so grief-stricken and angry that even his voice seemed to be drained away by this small safe house.

He sobbed and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Shen Shuo went over and hugged him to prevent him from falling.

Zhang Tanyan's father was lying on a chair, his head was broken into pieces, blood and broken bones were splattered in an umbrella shape.

His skin lost its elasticity, his muscles began to atrophy, and there was a fist-sized bloody hole behind his head.

In his drooping hand was a revolver.

His right foot was wrapped in bandages, probably because he was injured by the filaments of the alien zombie.

Is this suicide by swallowing a bullet?

Our hopes were shattered.

This man couldn't even save himself, let alone bring us all to safety.

I couldn't bear to look any further and looked around the room.

Various emergency supplies are neatly and orderly stacked on the shelves on both walls.

Including batteries, flashlights, axes, knives, medical first aid equipment, compressed biscuits and bottled water.

There was food and drink, it was safe and hidden, and there was also a revolver.

Why do you want to commit suicide?

Is it because he couldn’t bear to see his relatives turned into zombies?

I took the revolver and checked it, and there were still five bullets left in it.

The table in front of him looked quite messy, with papers, pens, notebooks, pills and injections everywhere.

One of the photos is particularly eye-catching, which is a photo of Zhang Tanyan's family sitting in a small plane.

The family members in the photo are all smiling, which is very different from what they are now.

There is a monitor standing in the middle of the table.

There was an envelope under the keyboard.

I took out the letter and looked at it. There was nothing on the cover.

Is it a suicide note?

I patted the heartbroken Zhang Tanyan, handed him the letter, and asked:

"Hurry and see what it says?"

When Zhang Tanyan saw the letter, she cried even more sadly.

What happened that day caused him to completely collapse, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his family was broken up.

Since he only has his left hand, even opening a letter seems extremely difficult for him.

In the end, it was Shen Shuo who helped and pulled out a neatly folded piece of letter paper.

The letter paper was spread out on the table, and everyone leaned over to look.

The handwriting on the letter is neat, and it must have been written in a calm state.

Tan Yan: I don’t want you to read this letter because I don’t want you to see what happens at home.

I haven't had a drop of water or sleep in the past few days. I don't dare to face what is happening to my loved ones.

If you are alive, please understand the choice I made. I don’t have the courage to live anymore.

But I hope you can survive and not be a coward like me...

Get out of here and survive.

Remember the first time you took a plane?

Father May 5

After reading the letter, everyone sighed for a while.

The content of the letter is short but full of emotion, filled with a father's reluctance and longing for his family.

May 5th, it seems to have been written more than ten days after the zombie outbreak.

But I think the last sentence is so weird.

The first time I flew on a plane...

Why does it feel so abrupt?

I picked it up and read the words again, and kept telling Zhang Tanyan to stay alive.

The key point is that there are zombies everywhere, how can we survive?

The first time I flew on a plane...

I glanced at Zhang Tanyan, who was looking sad and depressed, and shook my head helplessly.

At this time, Wang Defa asked everyone, "Hey, is there a toilet in this safe house? I've been holding it in all the way, is that the toilet?"

He pointed to a door in the corner.

It looks like the toilet and shower room equipped in the safe house.

"I didn't expect rich people's safe houses to be so sophisticated."

After Wang Defa finished speaking, he pushed the door open and walked in, but immediately fell out again.

"There's another one inside inside... Oh my god..." He pointed at the half-open security door, so nervous that he couldn't even speak clearly.