The world's first zombie king

When he opened his eyes, the whole world was shrouded in a bleak twilight.The entire city was surrounded by dust covering the sky, and the orange sunset barely pierced through the thick gray curtain and fell on the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings, reflecting a desperate light.

He stood up reluctantly, only to find that all he was stepping on were gravel.Dilapidated buildings and crumbling billboards are right behind him, and the whole world is so quiet that only the sound of breathing remains.

Wait, breathing sound?

He turned his head, and saw a few ragged people standing woodenly beside him, swaying from side to side.He used to be 800 degrees short-sighted, but he would not miss one of them with only half of his face left.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to calm down.

The back of the second person's head was half flattened, and one eyeball was missing.

In the third person, the intestines came out.

The fourth person is eating the intestines of the third person who fell to the ground...

He took a deep breath and wanted to scream, but only a hoarse sound of "ah... ah..." came out of his throat.

He finally wanted to take a look at himself.

The raised hand was dirty, full of blood and dust, but the skin was actually intact, save for some sickly grayness.

He finally remembered what happened in this world before he passed out.

Zombies appeared one after another, and one after another, relatives and friends turned into zombies because they were bitten.City after city was captured, bombed, and abandoned.

Desperation and madness enveloped the entire city. He remembered that before he fell down, he was lying under the bed and shivering. Even though he couldn't hold his urine, he still didn't dare to come out.

Just before he thought he might die from an exploding bladder, there was a deafening explosion across the city.

Then he fainted.

He shook his little brother, and found that the feeling of swollen pain was gone, and then looked at his pants to confirm that there were no water marks. He was a little strange again.

The zombies slowly walked towards him.

He panicked and suddenly remembered his situation.Zombies don't have their own thinking. I guess I'm not completely dead. The few remaining living people, now that I wake up, I'm afraid they will be swallowed by zombies!

He hurried to run.

His body was a little stiff at first, as if his muscles were being pulled, but he didn't have time to think about it, the only thing in his mind was escape!escape!escape!

The sun slowly sets behind the tall buildings.There are more and more shadows in the city.His panic turned to fear, to despair.

The darkness began to surround him, and more and more zombies came staggeringly.There are no living people here, no superheroes who can fly down to rescue him, and no weapons that allow him to perform miracles.

He looked desperately at more and more zombies around him.

He wants to cry.

He has never been a warrior. He is only 19 years old. He has not been in college for a long time. He has never even been in a relationship. No matter how serious the scholarship is, he only gets the second prize. He always loses in fights.

He is the legendary LOSER.

Finally, a zombie pounced on him, and the teeth that were still sticking to the flesh were about to bite his neck.

Out of fear, he broke out the last trace of anger, slapped the zombie's face with one hand, and was about to raise his foot to continue to make up, but was surprised to find that the other's head was actually slapped off by himself.

"Huh!" (What's going on!)

Another zombie rushed forward.

He subconsciously raised his foot and kicked away.

The lower body of the zombie was broken.

"Buff... bluff!" (...OHSHIT!)

...Do you want to try two more?

Then there were two more zombies on the ground.

"Foo! Fuck!"... WHATTHEFUCKIDID!

He widened his eyes and looked at his hands in disbelief.

The surrounding zombies were still approaching him, but none dared to pounce on him.

His hands trembled a little, for fear that they would rush forward and tear him apart.

After a while, the zombies standing around him stopped moving.

It's like the children in the kindergarten queuing up to eat fruit, waiting for the teacher to distribute the fruit.

He blinked, and took two steps back cautiously, the sound of glass shattering came from under his feet.With a heartbeat, he quickly bent down to pick up the mirror inside the broken stone.

In the last twilight, he finally saw his face clearly.

"Huh!!!!!!!!!" (Nimma!!!)

I'm still a zombie, bastard!

The night gave him black eyes, and he used them to beat people.

No, beat the corpse.

After he successfully conquered the zombies in this street with violence, he stood on the roof of the Land Rover and smiled arrogantly.

The zombies surrounding him looked at this leader who was neither tall nor strong, and the only remaining animal nature made them listen quietly to the breath coming from the broken throat.

He swept across his people viciously, and the cowardice, softness, and hesitation in his eyes have long since disappeared.In this crazy world, there is no law, no order, only power. He smashed the roof of the Land Rover with one foot. The pleasure brought by the power made him completely forget the pain of becoming a zombie.

So what about zombies, he is no longer that nerd who is bullied by others, he no longer has to work hard for the expectations of his parents and teachers, and he doesn't have to eat instant noodles for a month to save money to buy flowers for the girl he loves...

Dry!What does he want to do with these!

He picked up a human foot in front of him, looked at it for only a second, and opened his mouth to bite it down.Even though it was unpalatable, he swallowed it whole.

The smell of human flesh made the red color of his eyes more intense.

God turned him into a zombie, but kept his only valuable mind, and at the same time gave him the most powerful power, which is clearly God's will.

Make yourself the most powerful zombie, let yourself control the whole city, no, the whole world!Turn all humans into zombies!

"Ouch..."...Damn it!This person is so special that he has Hong Kong feet!

The sun beats down on the ruins.

The carnival-like zombie group seen through the night vision goggles last night disappeared without a trace. The special soldier Wei Fu reported the situation here through the walkie-talkie. gesture.

The nine people were divided into three groups, advancing back to back to avoid any dead ends.

They tried to walk in a place with plenty of sunlight, but this place used to be full of tall buildings, and even after the bombing, there were still many gray areas that could block the sun.

Wei Fu shot the head of the zombie who was peeping at him through the window, and kicked away the bones on the side of the road. "The zombies here seem to know how to peep."

His men immediately gripped their guns.

Although after the inhuman massacre of the city half a year ago, the spread of the virus has temporarily stagnated, but the evolution speed of the zombies is much faster than the speed at which they develop the antidote.A few days ago, after zombies appeared in ambush on the roadside and gnawed at the rescue team, they finally discovered that some of the zombies had already shown a certain IQ.

The ammunition stockpiled by the World Alliance is no longer enough to carry out large-scale bombings in every city, so it can only send various elite teams to conduct thorough searches in key cities, and capture those intelligent zombies alive for research.

The vulture team led by Wei Fu was one of the first teams in the central region to enter the restricted area to search.

Because of the threat of zombies, human beings have unprecedented unity and passion. Many ordinary people have put on military uniforms and applied to join the army of zombie defense.And Wei Fu, who used to be a boxer, is also one of them.Because of his skill, he soon became the captain.And his informal character also made his team full of irregulars.There are doctors, there are butchers, there are animal trainers, there are writers...

Wait, what's up with writers?

"In this environment, intelligent zombies will definitely peek at us from the shady upstairs, and then when we go to a shadowy place, they will jump down from the upstairs, anyway, they can't fall to our death!" The writer wrote while walking. story.

Wei Fu picked up his gun and fired into the sky.

Sure enough, a few zombies fell from the window.

That's what writers use.

Although unreliable, his nonsense is very useful in such a place that is already beyond common sense.

The team marched to the entrance of a shopping mall.

The shopping mall used to be the most popular place in this area, and it was connected to the subway line, so no matter how bombed it was, the cobweb-like traffic inside could still save a large number of zombies.

Wei Fu touched the equipment on his body, signaled to the people behind him to get ready, pulled out a lighting stick from his waist, activated the dispersal switch, and threw it into it forcefully.

The dark shopping mall was suddenly illuminated as brightly as day, and the zombies inside who were gnawing on the plastic man let out sharp screams.Some team members took out their cameras to shoot, capturing these zombies one by one.

Suddenly a strange group caught their attention.

The zombies stood neatly, even when the light came in, they didn't panic too much, like a team commanded by someone.

Wei Fu's heart moved, and he fired a flash bomb in the direction of the corpses.

This is a specially-made flash bomb, which can not only cause instant visual blindness, but also cause the zombies to lose their keenest sense of hearing and smell due to the ultra-sonic waves and olfactory blocking gas generated after the explosion.

The huge light at this moment allowed them to see the young man sitting at the highest point among the zombies.

The boy was wearing brand-new high-end men's clothes, sitting on a hill made of plastic human bodies.Even though he raised his hand to cover half of his face because of the strong light, everyone could still see clearly that his rot spread from his neck to the roots of his ears.

"Huh!" The boy let out an unhappy roar, and all the zombies immediately turned their heads and yelled towards them.

Even Wei Fu, who had experienced many battles, was stunned by the momentum of this moment. Fortunately, they were standing in the place with the strongest light. Even the most terrifying zombies dare not set foot in the sun.

The boy's figure flickered and disappeared into the darkness.

The Special Forces team stood there dumbfounded. If it weren't for the timer on their wrists, they might have stayed until nightfall.

Wei Fu asked the photographer while rushing to the assembly point: "Did you take a picture?! Did you take a picture?"

The cameraman played back while running: "Damn! As expected of a military camera, Nima even took a picture of that guy wearing a lip ring!"

... punk zombies?

People black line.

Hurrying back to the assembly point, several heavy armored vehicles were already waiting in place. Wei Fu jumped into the vehicle and watched the vehicle rush out of the restricted area like a rocket launcher. After passing the triple defense line, the last ray of light in the sky was also submerged in the clouds.

In the city swallowed by darkness, there seemed to be bursts of crazy roars.

Hearing the rhythmic roar, Wei Fu suddenly felt afraid.He looked at the commander who was studying the video: "Boss, could that be the zombie king?"

The commander didn't answer directly, but just looked down at the video, and threw a sentence: "...Go back to the headquarters."