2012 Records of later generations

Chapter 2 Zombies? Zombies!

Time: November 16, 2012 7:15am

Location: Room 304, 3rd floor, Building E, Capital Global Community

Huan Chu, carrying his packed backpack and holding the baseball bat he bought for 30 yuan, stood in front of the security door that had frightened him several times yesterday. After a night's rest, Huan Chu's face was obviously much better than before, but he was still a little panicked. But for some reason, a hint of excitement flashed across his face from time to time. "Zombies, I'm here." Huan Chu muttered while gently opening the small window on the door.

The "butcher" seemed to know that it could not break open the door with its strength and capture the thin prey inside, so it did not continue to block the door of Huan Chu's house. Without the immediate threat, Huan Chu began to relax. He wiped the sweat from his palms and held the baseball bat tighter. He slowly put his hand on the door latch, thinking silently:

"1, 2, 3!"

With a "click", Huan Chu opened the door with his left hand, and then swung a baseball bat with his right hand and smashed out. The baseball bat made a roar in the air, but did not hit the zombies Huan Chu imagined hiding in the blind spot under the door. Even so, Huan Chu did not dare to relax at all and walked out of the house lightly. "For humans, this is just a small step; but for otakus, this is a big step towards reality!" Huan Chu thought silently in his heart, closed the door and ran to the stairs. .

Just as Huan Chu was running in the corridor, the person next door

The door of Room 303 opened with a bang, and a zombie

Lamely, he rushed towards Huan Chu, making a grunting sound while letting out a low roar.

Huan Chu took a closer look and couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "Damn it. Isn't this Fatty Wang? This little son of a b***h didn't go to work that day!" Although he has been a neighbor for two years, Fatty Wang works from nine to five every day. The white-collar worker and the otaku Huan Chu only met a few times when taking out the trash, and they didn't have a deep friendship. But looking at Fatty Wang now, a hole had been made in his originally plump beer belly, and the intestines inside were exposed and hung around his waist. His left leg was broken, and his white bones swayed as he walked, and his face also showed sickly pale.

Although Huan Chu was mentally prepared, he was still frightened by this terrifying scene. He didn't even bother to run for his life, so he hit Fatty Wang on the head with a stick and shouted:

"Isn't this a lie? The zombies in the movie are not that scary!" Fatty Wang staggered after being hit, but the bat also broke into two pieces with a "click". Huan Chu was stunned, looked at the bat in his hand, and then at Fatty Wang, who shook his head and continued to rush towards him. He didn't have time to complain. When he sold him the bat, he said it was made of hardwood and could withstand several rounds of damage. The black-hearted internet businessman who was hit by ten kilograms screamed

"I x", he spread his legs and ran towards the stairs.

Fortunately, Fatty Wang already had a broken leg and was limping slower than an ordinary person. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain.

Will Chu, an otaku who lacks training, be caught up by it and become a member of the zombie army? Huan Chu rushed to the stairs, slammed the door shut, and inserted half of the baseball bat on the door handle to act as a door latch, then leaned on the door and gasped.

But before Huan Chu could calm down his breath, a low roar came from behind. He slowly turned around, and the butcher who had been his keeper for a long time yesterday was looking at him with wide eyes, with smelly black liquid flowing from his split cheeks from time to time. Maybe he saw the skinny prey that escaped from his hands yesterday and brought it to the door again. From time to time, he let out a low growl similar to laughter, but because of the leakage in his cheeks, the sound always sounded scary and a little funny.

Huan Chu couldn't laugh no matter what, because the butcher's claws were less than 30 centimeters away from him, and his hands were empty, so he couldn't resist at all. I'm not willing to give in. Am I going to die in front of my own house the day after I find the zombies? This is too shameful. If I had known earlier, I would have been better off committing suicide at my own home. Now I am going to die in the mouth of a man. This is really It's so disgusting.

But when he thought that he would be bitten and chewed by this extremely ugly zombie, and then turn into an equally ugly monster, Huan Chu, who had always claimed that he relied on his face to make a living, suddenly calmed down.

Live, I want to live! Come home alive!

Taking advantage of the moment when the butcher rushed towards him, he jumped out through the gap in the corridor. Although this jump saved him from the fate of becoming a zombie, in desperation, Huan Chu did not calculate the distance well and used his legs to move forward. The strength was too strong, and when he landed, he stepped on the edge of the steps. He couldn't stand steadily and rolled down the stairs, falling on his back.

The butcher's IQ seems to be incomprehensible as to why this skinny guy could pass in front of his eyes several times in a row.

He disappeared in an instant, letting out a low roar at the stairs, waving his hands and smashing at the empty wooden door in front of him. Huan Chu patted his butt and stood up, pointed his middle finger at the butcher's back, said "Bye bye", and ran downstairs. Fortunately, Huan Chu's house was only on the third floor, and he arrived in the lobby of the unit building within two minutes. I don’t know if the security guard who was usually on duty in the lobby turned into a zombie and went out to hunt for prey, or if he fled the community when the zombie wave broke out. Anyway, the lobby looked empty, well, or rather there was no corpse, only those abandoned in it. The intercom on the duty desk made a hissing sound from time to time.

Huan Chu was not sure whether there would be zombies popping up from any nook and corner again to surprise him. He could only remind himself to be more careful while gently moving towards the duty desk. He didn't have any self-defense items on him now, and he only pinned his hope on the fire ax he had seen several times at the duty station in his memory.

But not meeting any zombies along the way seemed to have exhausted his luck for the day. Huan Chu was disappointed to find that the fire ax had already been taken away, leaving only the empty fire hydrant. In line with the principle of finding all favorable conditions, Huan Chu turned off the intercom on the duty desk.

After putting the power supply in his pocket, he came to the automatic door and began to observe the situation outside.

There was not much change in the garden from yesterday. There were only a dozen zombies scattered on the main road from the unit building to the gate of the community. The remaining zombies were wandering aimlessly on the lawn. Huan Chu observed carefully for a while, and once again confirmed the principle of escaping along the main road, he began to calm down his mood. After counting ten times in his mind, he pressed the door open button with a snap.

Before the automatic door opened, Huan Chu's figure sprang out from the unit building, half-bent, taking small steps, and hurriedly ran towards the main road. I have to say, I played a lot

The FPS nerds are just different from ordinary people. At least the covert movement of the special police seems to be decent, and they don't make much noise, and they easily reach the main road.

Huan Chu got the advantage and was about to continue to maintain this posture and go straight to the road, but he seemed to have forgotten that zombies not only have better eyesight than humans, but also have much sharper noses than humans. The nearby zombies have begun to turn towards Huan Chu and tremble. Come.

"X you x!" Huan Chu cursed the Three-Character Sutra while quickly using his eyes to determine the gaps between the zombies, looking for an escape route. Huan Chu's eyes suddenly lit up when he glanced at a small tree on the side of the road. The fire ax that had been taken away was lying on the ground waiting for Huan Chu to arrive.

Before the zombies surrounded him, Huan Chu couldn't care less about any tactical moves and hurriedly ran towards the fire axe. He was seen jumping quickly and moving like a god, trying to get rid of the two zombies in front of him. However, after twists and turns, he seemed to be sent in front of the zombies.

Seeing the two middle-aged zombies extending evil hands to him, Huan Chu subconsciously threw himself forward, rolled and escaped from the gap at the feet of the zombies, but the two zombies could not dodge in time with a "bang" Crash together.

Huan Chu took the opportunity of rolling to hold the fire ax in his hand. He suddenly became more courageous. Without looking back at the two zombies who were hugging each other intimately, Huan Chu strode towards the gate of the community. At this time, another zombie ten meters ahead realized the approach of food, turned around and rushed toward Huan Chu.

Huan Chu held the fire ax tightly with both hands, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'm going to f**k you. I've been chased by you idiots for so long, so I'll use you to try my knife!" Without much hesitation, he started to run. He rushed forward, raised the ax in his hand in the air, aimed at the zombie's neck and slashed it with the ax.

Click!

The fire ax drew an irregular arc in the air, directly cutting off the zombie's neck and throwing its head high into the air. Huan Chu's body was immediately splashed with a pool of smelly black blood.

"x!" Looking at the headless zombie that staggered two steps and fell to his feet, twitching and then stopped moving, Huan Chu ignored the fishy smell in the air, took a deep breath, and restrained himself. With the urge to vomit in his throat, he stepped over the zombies that were limp on the ground, dragged the ax and walked towards the gate of the community.

"A zombie will die if its head is cut off. The ancients do not deceive me." Behind him, smelly black blood slowly flowed out from the zombie's severed head again.