I live in the wilderness of interstellar live broadcast

The dusk of the last days should be watched from the rooftop.

The building has not yet collapsed, and the green trees have already become a forest. Standing on the flat ground, you can only see a little bit of sky in the gaps in the shadows.

The sky and earth painted in rich and bright orange can only be seen from a high place.

The vines and weeds entangled the high-rise reinforced concrete buildings, stained with the color of the setting sun, savagely and presumptuously encroaching on this once green and well-organized land like flames.

It's not romantic at all, on the contrary, it has an indescribable dull meaning.

The flames burned too much, the temperature was too high and there was not enough oxygen, and it felt like a stone was pressing on the chest.

In the gradually darkening sky, the sound of wild beasts sounded, as if they had been tortured by hunger for a long time, and they roared mournfully.

The zombies will last for nearly fifteen hours, and there is no rule of day and night. Generally, the roaring and howling sounding from all around is the beginning sign.

"Go back, get ready." Qi Guang poured the last bit of ashes down from the roof, squinting to watch the wind pick up the light powder and swirl it away.

Heath responded, and looked back at the sunset outside the rooftop in a rather incomprehensible way.

He understood quickly.

Zombies who have just woken up are hungry, and even if Qi Guang smells a little bit stale, he can't eat it. Heath belongs to the type that he has never seen but should be able to eat, and it seems to be better than Qi Guang.

The previous one's perfunctory circle of ashes could not completely conceal the smell of the new residents here, and the ruins and the shadowy shadows in the forest approached.

Fortunately, Qi Guang never forgets to carry a weapon reserve with him, and the part that can be distributed to Hiss.

Qi Guang can roughly understand why the previous one was able to live here for a few months without dying. The approaching zombies moved slowly and could hear the sound of "wheezing and wheezing", which proved that the people who gathered were not very serious. Zombies who ate human flesh.

Zombies that have eaten people will become more and more flexible in their movements. The more they eat, the more they can feel their evolution from "corpse" to "predator". No matter how wasteful it is, it can be carried over.

Probably because the zombies broke out too fast in the University City at that time, and the people inside were either eaten or escaped desperately, resulting in the University City being an empty city for a long time, and people outside were afraid of the density of zombies here. The survivors inside could barely survive because of too many zombies.

Zombies have no food, so they can only maintain the stage of "moving corpses", and those who have grabbed more rations and are more powerful are less likely to choose to hunt at this time.

Zombies also know that at this time, the prey will only hide in the shelter to fight tough battles, and if they are not careful, their claws will be broken if they are not careful.

It's useless to think too much, Qi Guang made a little effort, and zombies had already stalked to the door.

The zombified corpse will not continue to rot, and still maintains its last appearance before death, with a pale face under the moonlight.

Qi Guang neatly pinned the zombie's hand that pulled the door in, turned on the alcohol blowtorch and hit the zombie's face.

When the poodle turned into a zombie before, Qi Guang stockpiled a warehouse of alcohol blowtorches, and he took them with him even when he went to Interstellar.

The zombie howled and rolled into a fireball, and the flames burned and illuminated the surroundings.

Heath glanced over and saw seven or eight figures approaching staggeringly. The hollow pupils of the pale corpses made his back feel a little chilly.

This reminded him of the various teaching materials he had read in the military academy. To be honest, even in the senior grades, few people who read the entire class every time could still eat.

The rotten smell spread in the air, and Hiss couldn't smell any scent from the zombies.

Even the mechanical species can be caught by Phoenix to change the breath, but the zombies in front of him seem to be dead objects made of wood and stone, without the slightest smell that "alive" should have.

Even when Heath turned on the alcohol blowtorch, the flame was warmer than the zombies.

The slow-moving zombies had no difficulty in fighting. Seeing that Heath could handle it, Qi Guang separated from Heath to check the situation of the building.

Except for the only entrance and exit in the building, all the doors and windows were well sealed. Although the low-level zombies could only run on the ground, the zombies who had eaten two or three people would know how to find a needle and climb into the building from the outer wall.

Qi Guang had the experience of sleeping until midnight to face the zombies that crawled in. He was still on the [-]th floor, and the windows were closed tightly, but he didn't notice that the ventilation window above his head was broken.

Sure enough, Qi Guang caught the zombie trying to get in through the gap in the corner. It may be a hole dug by a small animal in the corner of the building. Just like the ventilation windows at that time, adult-sized zombies could not get in, and children-sized ones could not get in. Zombies can easily get in.

Qi Guang raised his hand, and the flames engulfed the zombie who jumped up and wanted to bite his throat.

There is no saying that this is a child before the end of the world. Treating zombies and oneself as two species is an effective survival strategy.

Afterwards, Qi Guang caught another person who was knocking on the window. This guy had obviously eaten a lot of people, and he moved nimbly on the outer wall. He also knew that it was better to knock on the window with a sharp stone.

IQ may be on par with chimpanzees.

So it also knew that Qi Guang was an enemy that could not be provoked, so it turned around and ran away when it met Qi Guang.

Qi Guang could only watch its shadow disappear into the night, and made a note to strengthen the cracked window tomorrow.

Ah, and the ceiling.

Qi Guang looked up at the ceiling. Although it was slight, there was indeed movement on it.

Not zombies.

Qi Guang blinked, and what appeared in the field of vision very similar to thermal imaging was the silhouette of the human body with high heat, not the blue-purple silhouette of the zombie lacking in temperature.

Someone is in the ceiling?

The building is so big, even Qi Guang can't guarantee that no mice will sneak in, and such ceiling dwellers are not uncommon in the last days. It is much easier to hide in the ceiling and steal similar materials than to venture out to collect resources.

When he moved in, he actually forgot to check the building thoroughly, and sure enough, he still had a twitter in his arms, which affected his normal thinking.

Qi Guang replaced the alcohol blowtorch in his hand with a small impact gun, walked around as if he didn't notice anything, and then smashed the ceiling diagonally above with one shot.

Among the falling pieces, a person fell down with a "crack".

The landing posture is good. It seems that this is not the first time he has been shot down. He knows that he hugged his head and curled up to land safely.

Survival consciousness is also good, knowing to cover your mouth not to scream, so as not to attract zombies who are extremely sensitive to human voices.

In other words, an old hand.

Qi Guang looked down at the resident of the ceiling from a high position. He was so thin and disfigured that he couldn't see his face clearly, and he was shivering wrapped in a tattered dress.

There are many injuries on his body, and he should not be very old. It should be because of this that he was caught while living in a ceiling and can find a second ceiling to live in.

In the last days, any material is priceless, and only children can enjoy the privilege of not being beaten to death on the spot for a little theft.

boy?Or a girl?

Qi Guang was a little uncertain, the only thing he could be sure of was that the person in front of him was starving to death.

Even the smell of humans on his body is so weak that he can't arouse any appetite, as if it will dissipate when the wind blows.

The sound of the rumbling stomach was very clear in the dark night.