Doomsday Supreme Glory

It would be a good skeletal reference to display in the studio. His mouth is surrounded by reddish brown, which should be dried blood, and the exposed teeth are sharp and sharp, just like rows of forks in his mouth. The eyes are not to mention gray and white, and they are very cloudy,

How did you mix it up, how can you mix it up like this?Giorgio silently expressed his condolences as a fellow, and kicked him out of sight.

He really wanted to finish him off, but it seemed a little too disgusting to stomp on him.

Giorgio shook off this thought, and the white shirt had returned to a clean and tidy appearance. It looked like the noble and glamorous His Majesty Guoguang again. He walked into the store first, followed by others.

The corpse of the zombie on the ground has not moved, and there is still a lot of dark powder on it. There is a strong fragrance in the air. Looking at the surrounding furnishings, no wonder I didn't smell him just now. It turned out to be covered by coffee powder .

If you encounter any critical situation, it is a good way to use something with a strong smell like coffee powder as a cover. Ah, but humans with seasoning should taste better, Giorgio can’t help drooling, and then When he looked up, Xiaocai was already collecting coffee powder.

Just, where did the white shirt go?Gone in the blink of an eye?Giorgio looked around, turned around on the first floor, no, walked up to the second floor, and saw him lying on the large sofa with his eyes closed, looking slightly tired.

How could zombies be tired... Giorgio thought for a while, it must be because of his sudden explosion just now, as I said earlier, if he can always be so powerful, why do he need to be so cautious?

Xiao Food had already collected the coffee powder, and ran up to find them. Giorgio thought that the white shirt must not want people to see his appearance, so he stopped on the stairs, and when he turned around again, the white shirt was gone. He opened his eyes, looking normal.

He ran to say something to the white shirt, the white shirt nodded, and the little food started to paste the coffee powder on himself, covering all the exposed arms and legs, and turned into a little black man in a short while, but , but it makes the eyes bigger.

Giorgio sniffed it, and sure enough, the smell of small food had been covered by a strong smell of coffee.

After the long-haired girl is also coated with coffee powder, they can be said to be very safe now. The three zombies will not cause any trouble. Even so, they left here and entered a nearby community. , Giorgio vaguely saw a person lying in the guard room, probably dead, so he didn't pay much attention.

The weeds in the green area were not cultivated, and it looked desolate. There were one or two zombies wandering far away, but they had already covered up the smell, so they didn't attract attention.

They didn't go to the high-rise building, but went straight to the villa area, found a villa with the door open inside, and walked in. There was old blood in the living room, and the white shirt was checked up and down, but nothing was found. , it seems that the owner should have turned into a zombie. They went in and closed the door, which relieved their nerves a little.

Running away in the middle of the night, the zombies don't care, they have eaten so much blood, and they still don't feel hungry, but the two humans couldn't help it, and opened their backpacks to eat.

Giorgio always felt that they left so suddenly as if they were fleeing for their lives, but he didn't know why they had to flee. It was just a pity that they couldn't take all the food stored at home, otherwise the small food would not have to be so careful.

He really wanted to know why all this was happening, but he figured it out with his toes, the white shirt wouldn't tell him.

Little Food didn’t sleep last night, the kid’s home, how could he survive, went upstairs to find a room to sleep after eating, and the long-haired girl followed him up, and now Giorgio is not very worried about her going to the little one. Food is not good, because no one is stupid enough to kill a child for no reason and then be torn apart by three zombies.

The white shirt walked towards the door, and Giorgio hurriedly followed. He turned around, looked upstairs, and signaled Giorgio to stay and guard. Giorgio turned his head and signaled to the black shirt, but the black shirt didn't care Whatever you said, follow and follow, never leave a step.

Giorgio had nothing to do with him, so he had to stay obediently, and walked out looking at the white shirt through the window. He went straight to the high-rise residential buildings, and Giorgio didn't look away until he entered one of them.

What's the matter, zombies don't eat zombies.

Even so, he was still a little worried, and couldn't sit still after sitting for a while, thinking that it would be good not to go too far, so he opened the door and came out, stood outside and looked at the building, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, he almost didn't see it. His soul was scared to fly out - from a distance, he saw a figure standing on the top of the building, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Go out alone just to jump off the building?He didn't care about the small food anymore, and rushed to that building as fast as a zombie could.

At the beginning of the morning light, the corridor was still a little dark. Giorgio kept his eyes on the window, and climbed floor by floor, for fear that something would fall down at any time. He climbed about five floors in one breath, and was suddenly caught The man grabbed the arm.

Thinking of the black shirt, Giorgio was about to get angry when he turned his head and saw the white shirt standing there. I don’t know if he crawled too fast and didn’t see it, or the white shirt just came out of that house.

When Giorgio saw him, he was relieved, grabbed him, and fired a series of shells, "Uh uh uh..."—"It's fine, what are you doing on the top of the building? I thought you were going to jump off the building!"

White Shirt frowned slightly and shook his head.

"Shaking your head, do you still want to admit it? I've seen you!" Giorgio's words were stuck in his throat, and he was holding a bottle of mineral water in his white shirt. The door should have opened from the back room from the house.

That's right, they didn't bring much water when they came out this time, so...he hasn't reached the roof yet?So who was on the roof just now?Could it be a zombie who is full and has nothing to do?When I first entered the community, I didn't see any figures on the roof.

The white shirt let go of him, and went straight upstairs. This building has twelve floors in total. After all, zombies are dead things with stiff limbs. Giorgio crawled and fell twice.

Unexpectedly, the door of the roof was locked with a heavy chain, and it was still locked from the outside, but there was still a crack open. They did not make a sound. Looking out through the gap, they saw a figure wearing a white casual He is dressed like a white shirt, and his stature is about the same as that of the white shirt. No wonder he looks so much like him from a distance, but the hair on his head has basically fallen out, and he doesn't look handsome in the white shirt at all.

The man had been wandering around the edge of the roof, as if he was anxiously looking for something. From his stiff movements, he could basically deduce that it was a zombie.

As long as it wasn't a white shirt, Giorgio wouldn't bother to care if he was going to jump off the building. He was about to swipe away, but he was still concentrating on seeing the white shirt.

Just as Giorgio was about to call him, he suddenly remembered that he had asked himself to guard the small food before. Before he remembered, he quickly slipped back, just in time to see a zombie walking in from the outside of the community with no purpose. It looks like it's just passing by.

How could Giorgio let him "pass by" to the area where the small food was, and relying on himself as a zombie, he pushed and shoved him out of the community, and watched him go far along the road before returning.

Fortunately, when he returned to the villa, the white shirt hadn't arrived yet, and there were no zombies around. Giorgio looked up and saw the zombies still swaying on the roof, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with jumping down from the top. Anyway, he can't eat if he locks himself on the top. He knows the taste of hunger. It's better to die than to be tortured like this.

There is no shelter on the roof. Judging by his appearance, probably after a while, he will be tortured by the wind and sun. His skin and flesh will fall off, and he will completely become a walking dead.

Giorgio opened the door and entered the room, but saw the little food circling in the living room. Seeing Giorgio, he rushed over immediately, his eyes were red, and he was about to cry.

"Uh uh uh..." - "What's wrong?"

Xiao Food opened his mouth and said something, but what he said was the language of Mars in Giorgio's ears. Different species, how to communicate.Xiao Food had no choice but to run to get a pen and paper, and drew a woman with long hair on the paper.

Only then did Giorgio realize that the long-haired girl had disappeared.

ninth day

Giorgio's first thought was that she had run away.He hurriedly searched for the small zebra schoolbag of small food, and was relieved to see that it was still there.

Xiao Cai stomped her feet and doodled on the paper again. This time, Giorgio saw it clearly—they were gone, Xiao Cai couldn't see them when she woke up, and the long-haired girl went out to find them.

How daring is she to run out alone?If anything happened, wouldn't it be all Giorgio's fault for going AWOL?

Thinking that she would not go very far, Giorgio hurried out, wanting to look for her in a nearby villa, and only hoped that she would be safe and sound with that coffee-flavored body protector.

Xiao Cai grabbed the hem of his clothes, apparently unwilling to stay here alone.

Giorgio glared at the black shirt twice, if he was willing to stop sticking to him, he wouldn't care about one thing and lose another!

At the end of his life, Giorgio thought about it and decided to stay here. The life and death of that woman will never be as important as the small food.

There was a light knock at the door, and Giorgio’s heart tightened. It would be best if it was a girl with long hair, but if it was a white shirt, then he would hit the muzzle of the gun if he opened the door. He winked at the black shirt, and the black shirt was black. Shirt goes well