Rose of the Doomsday

Chapter 4: Guard Dog

At 7:30 am on January 20, 2013, Betty was awakened by the alarm on her cell phone. She got up and went to the living room to count the remaining supplies as usual. There was still more than half of the cabbage she had risked her life for five days ago, and four or five kilograms of rice. She ran out of cigarettes yesterday. The days without cigarettes made her, a veteran smoker, feel uncomfortable.

A "bang" sound came from the security door.

Since five days ago, the zombies outside the door have been destroying the iron door relentlessly. Their desire and greed for flesh and blood made them guard outside his door like loyal dogs.

The stench of corpses in the house was very strong, but fortunately Betty had gotten used to it. Sometimes she subconsciously thought that only this smell was normal. All the things in the past were slowly leaving her, and only the instinct to survive remained.

Walked into the kitchen and turned on the induction cooker. Pour the remaining bacon rice from yesterday into the wok and boiled it with chopped cabbage. After removing from the pot, divide it into two portions, one in the morning and one in the evening.

After breakfast, Betty walked to the window of the computer room as usual and looked at the zombies downstairs, the end of the road, the dark, heavy and dull sky. The obscure clouds with a bit of cold breath suppressed her heart and made her feel difficult to breathe.

How she hoped that a convoy would suddenly appear at the end of the road, with a row of soldiers standing in the camouflaged carriages, sweeping the despair of the world with steel guns in their hands, driving those rotten zombies into hell, and letting her return to the old days.

Fantasy is fantasy after all. Zombies are still wandering around, and Betty still has to worry about food. Back to the living room, I put my hands on my head and prepared for today's physical training. If I stay at home for a long time, my body will gradually become weak. If I want to survive, I have to work hard to improve my physical fitness. Now even a little improvement is good.

"Forty-seven" "Forty-eight"... "Fifty"

... "Huh" Betty exhaled a long breath and supported her hands on the ground. She was too tired. She hadn't exercised like this for a long time. Thinking of the zombies still guarding outside the door and the lack of food at home, Betty took a deep breath and put her hands on her head to start again.

She put the eight-pound hammer in the corner and took a towel to wipe the sweat on her face. Two thousand frog jumps and swinging the eight-pound hammer five hundred times made her very tired. The breakfast was almost digested and her stomach began to growl again.

Sitting on the sofa, Betty was thinking about how to deal with the six zombies outside the door. The shield was thrown outside the door by him. She couldn't fight the zombies without defensive equipment. The anti-theft iron door opened outwards and couldn't be blocked in the house. She opened the gap and solved them one by one. After eating dry food for a few days, she had strength but it was impossible to fight six at a time.

Unable to think of a solution, Betty held her head with both hands and scratched her scalp with her fingers. She thought of all kinds of ways but still had no idea. She saw the cigarette box on the coffee table and habitually grabbed it in her hand. She shook it and remembered that it was gone yesterday. She looked at the cigarette butt in the ashtray, found a piece of white paper, unpacked the cigarette butt, carefully piled the remaining tobacco on the white paper into a strip and rolled it up.

She found a lighter to light it, took a puff, leaned on the sofa and stared at the landline at home, wondering how many months she hadn't paid the landline phone bill? Three months or four months? The pretty girl in the telephone room should have become a zombie, and there was more than 80 yuan of phone bill in her mobile phone that was contributed to the phone in vain. Isn't it a big loss? Her mind was full of irrelevant thoughts, and Betty's eyes unconsciously glanced at the phone line.

"Wait"

Phone line? Betty refocused her eyes on the phone line, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, but she couldn't catch it.

Staring at the phone line blankly, her brain turned quickly. What else can a telephone line be used for besides making calls? Hanging clothes, drying quilts, tying things up, thinking about it, an idea suddenly came to his mind, "Just use it as a rope." He stood up and walked back and forth, finding a rope and tying one end to the door handle of the security door, and then fixing the other end. When he opened the door, he didn't have to worry about the door being squeezed open by zombies. He could get rid of the zombies outside one by one by opening a c***k in the door.

Betty did it as soon as she thought of it. She found a thin hemp rope in the storage room and tied one end to the iron railing on the window, leaving the other end ten centimeters long and tying it to the door handle. Hammers were not weapons because the space was too small to use. Betty found a galvanized water pipe about 1.5 meters long, and after a little gesturing, she felt that it was too weak to deal with zombies.

I continued to look through his father's toolbox, sighing in my heart! Fortunately, his father knows everything.

Fortunately, her father knows everything, but unfortunately he doesn't like fishing and hunting, otherwise it would be nice to have a shotgun.

"Found it!"

Took out a triangular file. The file was about one foot long and had been stored for a long time. The file body of the triangular file was black but not rusted. The tool steel in the 1970s absolutely guaranteed quality.

Use a knife to cut the wooden handle of the file so that it can be put into the water pipe. After trying it, I was afraid that it was not safe, so I nailed it firmly at the connection between the water pipe and the wooden handle with an iron nail, so I didn't worry about it falling off at a critical moment.

Everything was ready. Betty stood behind the door and checked her equipment. Her military coat had been washed, but it was a pity that it would be dirty again today. The tap water had stopped. She could not count on drinking it, but she could count on it to wash clothes!

Holding the homemade iron g*n in her left hand, she opened the door with her right hand.

"Bang"... Betty closed the door again. It was too smelly. The smell of the rotting zombies he killed a few days ago made him unable to open his eyes.

There was no mask at home. Betty found a wool scarf to cover her mouth and nose, and sprinkled some floral water on the scarf to make it better.

Opening the door again, a black claw grabbed her face, and the owner of the claw was trying hard to squeeze in through the c***k of the door. This time she was prepared and not scared. She carefully looked at the zombie. The flesh on the zombie's claws tightened inward, and all the joints were exposed, like an eagle's claws facing him, and the sharp nails stretched back and forth with dry fingers. The zombie tried desperately to squeeze its head into the c***k of the door. The skin on its face looked like its claws. Its sunken eye sockets and protruding cheekbones rubbed back and forth on the iron door, as if it wanted to sharpen its head and get in.

Betty held the iron g*n in both hands, and stabbed the top triangle of the triangular file into the zombie's eyes. She held the water pipe tightly with both hands and pushed it out with all her strength. It was the first time she used the iron g*n and couldn't control the strength. She just knew to stab out. Her mind was groggy, but a bloodiness hidden in her bones burst out of her body. She became excited and felt that all zombies were just like this. She could kill them all.

Two more claws grabbed him from the c***k of the door, and the two claws shook in front of her eyes to wake her up. She pulled out the iron spear, and the zombie's eye sockets turned into deep black holes, slowly flowing out black sticky blood. The zombie first fell on the zombie next to him and then slowly tilted to the ground, with his head facing him, an eye without pupils, and a black hole with black blood. The two extreme contrasts made Betty feel cold. "There are still five," she said to herself, and didn't look at the dead zombie again. She had never used a long spear, and couldn't control the strength. She used her extremely crude and broken spear skills to grind the remaining five zombies to death, and when the last zombie fell to the ground. "Dang". Betty couldn't hold the iron spear anymore and let it fall to the ground.