This zombie looks different

This is the center of the city, every inch of land is expensive, and there are shops everywhere.

What Zhong Qiuchen entered was a store, a chain brand store that sells shoes and bags on the first floor and clothes on the second floor. After the looting of the last days, the store is no longer as dazzling as it was before. Shoes, socks and clothes with expensive logos are everywhere. It was full of dust and no one cares about it.

Dragging the person in his arms upstairs quickly, Zhong Qiuchen felt his chest hurt more and more, he was too excited.

Five years, five years, this is the first and only living person he has met in five years!

Up to the second floor, Zhong Qiuchen quickly turned his head to look around, he was lucky, the second floor was not that kind of semi-open, although there was no door, but fortunately the staircase was not wide, so there was room for maneuvering.

Zhong Qiuchen quickly put down the man and the ax in his arms, and rushed to the display cabinet on the ground in the middle of the room as fast as he could.

Those display cabinets are not like wardrobes nailed to the wall, they just sit on the floor.They are wide, made of solid wood, and they are heavy, at least four or five hundred catties, but this is nothing to Zhong Qiuchen, he can lift them all with a little effort.

After moving all the cabinets to block the stairway, Zhong Qiuchen immediately went back to pick up other things, clothes, shoes and socks, and cardboard boxes, and he didn't stop until the stairway was blocked airtight.

After finishing these, Zhong Qiuchen hurried back to look at the people on the ground.

In the darkness, feeling Mo Ansen's breathing and heartbeat, Zhong Qiuchen's eyes were extremely bright.

He can't die, and he's not allowed to die!

Zhong Qiuchen took off the blood-stained clothes on Mo Ansen's body, and quickly ran his fingers over him. After touching more than a dozen wounds on the other party's body in just a moment, he couldn't help taking a deep breath. To be alive is a miracle.

Mo Ansen had countless wounds, large and small, deep and shallow, all of which were oozing blood. The largest and deepest wound was on his left arm, where the flesh was turned up and the bone was visible.

The only good thing is that he didn't touch Mo Ansen's teeth marks.

Confirming this, Zhong Qiuchen heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time couldn't help wondering how Mo Ansen got this injury?The wound on his body was obviously not made by zombies.

Puzzled in his heart, Zhong Qiuchen didn't stop moving. He got up and went to the side to collect some clean clothes, and began to bandage Mo Ansen's wound.

The smell of blood is very attractive to zombies, and he must cover up the smell of blood before those zombies rush in.

After bandaging, Zhong Qiuchen rolled up all the bloody clothes and threw them downstairs through the gap in the stairs.

As the clothes fell to the ground, there was a roar of excitement from downstairs, followed by the sound of fighting.

Zhong Qiuchen re-blocked the gap and checked the stairway again, making sure that the zombies would not be able to get in for a short time, so he temporarily relaxed and had time to think about why Mo Ansen appeared here.

Five years ago, when Zhong Qiuchen woke up from a coma, the whole world had changed drastically. Human beings who were supposed to be the masters of this city were replaced by countless zombies. At the age of 14, it was not difficult for him to understand what happened, but he could Understanding does not mean accepting.

In the five years since then, the sense of loneliness and despair of being alone has been continuously magnified, even far surpassing the fear caused by zombies and the hunger caused by lack of food.

Especially in the next two years, he always heard a little movement and couldn't help but pursue it, and then he was disappointed again and again...

In the darkness, Zhong Qiuchen sat with her knees hugged.

Downstairs, the zombies gathered following the movement and the smell of blood looked up blankly and uneasily, and the joyful voice in their throats changed.

Wang took the food he had managed to grab and locked himself in the house and ate it secretly. They could understand this, and even thought that Wang, who was so fierce and fierce with fried hair, was so cute, but why did Wang, who was still happy just now, suddenly Another sad message.

That person is not tasty?

Or is Wang not eating enough?

Imagining the scene where the little king was starving and groping his stomach aggrievedly, a group of zombies suddenly became restless.

A zombie with a broken arm that kept grunting from its throat took a step forward. He grabbed the zombie around him and was about to bite off its head.

The attacked zombie was angry at first, but he quickly calmed down after understanding what the one-armed zombie was going to do. His rotten and bruised head was raised proudly, showing his neck generously, so that the one-armed zombie in front of him could tear it off. his head.

The neck of the zombie in front of him was torn off with his teeth, and the one-armed zombie dragged the corpse upstairs.

When he came to the wall where the debris was piled up in the cabinet, the one-armed zombie let out a weird but gentle grunt in his throat, and carefully placed the corpse on the steps.

After doing this, he looked at the wall of the cabinet with worry, and then reluctantly retreated downstairs.

Taking a panoramic view of this scene, the restless and worried zombies downstairs let out low growls like wild beasts facing their cubs, and they will not be sad when they are full.

However, after a long time, the king did not come out to eat.

"Hey..." The one-armed zombie became anxious, and when he was anxious, the other zombies immediately became impatient again. The strange mourning roar was like a boulder thrown into the lake in the dark, instantly stirring up thousands of waves in the dead city, getting more and more More zombies joined in howling and restlessness.

Amidst the strange howls one after another, the broken-armed zombie looked at the thin zombie corpse he had put up in front of the wall, and tilted his blue, white, swollen head to think seriously.

After a while, he seemed to understand something. He hurriedly pushed the other zombies away and went upstairs, then lay down on the ground, "Gulu..."

He has meat and he is delicious.

Zhong Qiuchen hardly closed his eyes that night, probably stimulated by the smell of blood, the zombies who came down from the city all night screamed like crazy all night, and from outside the stairway blocked by Zhong Qiuchen with cabinets and sundries, it was heard from time to time. movement.

After finally surviving until dawn, Zhong Qiuchen carefully removed the clothes from the corner of the cabinet and looked outside.

The moment he looked out, Zhong Qiuchen met a zombie face that was almost outside the gap, which made his heart tighten.

Avoiding the sight of the one-armed zombies outside, and closing the gap again, Zhong Qiuchen sat back beside Mo Ansen in shock.

If the group of zombies stayed outside, he would have no way to go out, no way to bring Mo Ansen back to the safe house, and they would all have to starve to death here.

After dawn, there was some light in the house, which allowed Zhong Qiuchen to finally see Mo Ansen's appearance clearly.

Mo Ansen should be a few years older than him, and taller than him. Even if he is unconscious, his brows are tightly wrinkled. Coupled with the thin lips, his whole person gives people the illusion of being ruthless and cold like a cold blade. Know that it is not good to provoke and difficult to get along with.

Zhong Qiuchen touched Mo Ansen's face, and Mo Ansen was burning badly.

Zhong Qiuchen got up and walked around the room, finding two sets of clothes for Mo Ansen to put on according to his figure.

Probably waited all night but failed to get any meat, Zhong Qiuchen waited for more than an hour and looked out from the gap again, the outside was already empty.

Zhong Qiuchen breathed a sigh of relief, and waited cautiously for another half an hour to confirm that the zombies had indeed left before starting to act.

He found clothes to make a rope, tied the unconscious Mo Ansen on his back, and put a thick coat on him to prevent the bloody smell on his body from attracting zombies when he was walking on the road.

After finishing the preparations, Zhong Qiuchen took a deep breath and moved the counter away as lightly as possible.

Avoiding the corpse of the zombie at the stairway of the cupboard that startled him, Zhong Qiuchen leaned against the wall and went downstairs silently.

When he reached the door, he confirmed that there were no zombies outside, and then he started to move.

Coming to the national road with a wide view, Zhong Qiuchen accelerated again, trying to cross the national road in one breath, but he couldn't help but stop after walking on the national road.

The gas station on the right side of the national road is further there, a huge and suffocating circular ruins area suddenly appeared. Dozens of buildings collapsed and turned into ruins. Meteor hit.

Among the wreckage of the ruined buildings are the corpses of countless zombies. Many zombies are circling and eating inside, and the stench is suffocating.

Zhongqiuchen has lived in this area for five years, and there is absolutely no such big pit nearby, at least there was never before last night.

Zhong Qiuchen turned his head, and suddenly felt that the person on his back was extremely heavy. He didn't think a human being could do that kind of damage, but he really couldn't think of other possibilities besides this, and when he met this person last night, the other party's condition was obvious. wrong……

Taking a deep breath, Zhong Qiuchen stopped staying and continued to move forward.

The gas station is not too far from the safe house, even if the zombies move slowly, it will take less than 15 minutes. Although there are some detours on the road to avoid the zombies, it was only 10 minutes before he brought his people home. minute.

After closing the iron door, putting down the ax and two knives, Zhong Qiuchen untied the rope on his back and helped Mo Ansen to the sofa. Looking at Mo Ansen, who was covered in blood and dirt, he resolutely put him on the ground.

After putting the person away, he went to the side and found the medicine box and came out.

In the past five years, he has collected a lot of usable materials, which naturally include all kinds of essential medicines. However, it has been five years since the virus broke out, and most of the medicines have expired.

Squatting on the sofa and hesitating for a long time in front of a pile of expired medicines, Zhong Qiuchen finally gave him antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines, and Mo Ansen had a severe fever.

As for the wound, he didn't have alcohol, so he had to wash it with water and re-wrap it with a clean cloth.

After bandaging, Zhong Qiuchen looked at the people on the ground, thought about it, went to the side warehouse and found a finger-thick iron chain, took it back to the house, and tied him tightly like a rice dumpling.

If the ruins were really caused by this person, then what did he pick up?

Outside the parking lot, a few zombies who escorted Zhong Qiuchen home from afar exchanged a few words with unknown growls, and one of them hurried back to report to the broken-arm zombie. He was the smartest among them.

When he arrived, the zombie with a broken arm was standing alone in the corner facing the wall. His eyes were empty and dull, and his forehead was bumping against the wall, making a bumping sound.

The zombie who came to report the letter looked confused. He didn't understand what happened to the one-armed zombie?

"Huh... ah..."

"Ahhhh..."

After a long time, he finally understood from the dancing and babbling explanations of the other zombies around him that it was called autism.

Listening to the movement of the zombies next to it, the one-armed zombie, which had been closed to itself, pressed its entire face against the wall with a bang, and the rot on its face made a fuzzy face on the wall.

He doesn't taste good?

It doesn't matter if he doesn't taste good, but Wang is actually scared by him!

"Hmm..." A cry-like voice came from the throat of the one-armed zombie, making those who heard it sad and those who listened to tears.