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This guy is the big eater on the ranking list. It turns out that his background is a postman. No wonder he can make himself so fat when the end comes. Seeing Zhang Huen's movements slow down, Abak knows There is a door, and he quickly hit the snake with the stick and said: "Brother, you are a tourist, I am a local, and there is no place in the entire Guling Town that I am not familiar with, and there is no doorway that I have not touched. As long as you Take me, I can’t guarantee anything else, when other people are still running around to survive, you will definitely be able to eat enough, drink well, dress warmly, and live safely.”

Zhang Huen put his travel bag on his back, and looked back at the fat man who was still recommending himself. Although this black fat man is from Somalia, his face does not show the bitterness and hatred of the Somali people. To be frank, but there are not many traitors. His relationship in the status bar is dependent, just like finding a vine that a big tree can cling to. The desire to survive makes him put the heaviest weight on Zhang Huen—— - Familiar with the terrain, familiar with the distribution of materials.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Abak nodded quickly, Zhang Huen felt that he should be vaccinated, and said: "I want to leave this place, I'm afraid I will encounter a lot along the way..."

Zhang Huen, who was talking, looked outside, and two gunshots pierced through the sky into his ears. The gunshots came from the north, and the distance should not be far away. He immediately thought of the old and the young.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Do what you have been doing before, and wait for me to come back!"

He threw his travel bag on the sofa, ran out of the office, looked at the fallen wooden door, and pushed an empty vending machine to block the door of the office. Abak watched him block himself in the Inside, hurriedly asked:
"Something's wrong, maybe I can help!"

Zhang Huen took down the counters of the gas station and piled them up in front of the vending machines. After confirming that the zombies would not flood into the manager's room anytime soon, he asked:
"Do you know the old lady who lives 2 kilometers away and her big summer husband?"

"You mean Mrs. Russelford?"

"Yes, there is also a little girl who is three or four years old."

"Aisha, her parents work in New York and don't have time to take care of her."

"understood."

"Hey, big brother, I can help you. I have a machete here!" Abak handed over a long strip wrapped in linoleum through the gap with his hands and feet. Zhang Huen took it and opened it. They were two brand new Wox large machete, 80cm long dark blade, violent pointed grooves, and milling traces of lathe processing, all of which show Zhang Huen its attack power.

"Abak, if you can last until I come back, I will do my best to take you out."

Zhang Huen handed the shovel in, and Abak held the shovel, watching his leaving back with worry.

Zhang Huen ran wildly all the way, and as the old small two-story building appeared in sight, a dark green SUBARU drove west with its taillights flicked, and the densely packed zombies on the distant horizon chased after the car. It's not like poking out two heads and firing at the zombies.

Zhang Huen stepped up the wooden steps step by step. At the door lay the corpse of a yellow man with dozens of small holes in his chest blasted by deer bullets. Looking at the black cloth strip tied around his left arm, an ominous It felt like Zhang Huen walked up to the second floor along the bloodstained path of his fall from the stairs.

The stiff corpse of Mrs. Russelford sat on the stairs on the second floor, with a table leg studded with steel nails stuck on her drooping head, her right hand was cut off, and a few buckshot shells and a large piece of blood.Zhang Huen squatted in front of her holding his aching head, and happened to see her lifeless eyes and slightly parted pale lips.

He reached out and brushed her eyes, but he couldn't make her rest in peace.

"Aisha! Where are you, Aisha?"

Zhang Huen yelled in vain in the three rooms on the second floor, all of which had been ripped apart, and opened the little girl's bedroom, where there were some plush toys and building blocks scattered, a small The baby crib is placed next to another small bed. Looking at the graffiti drawn by children with crayons and watercolors all over the wall, and the cute bear ceiling lamp hanging on the ceiling, Zhang Huen gritted his teeth and knelt down. Little girl's bedroom.

Yaya also likes to draw some pictures that he can't understand with strokes of various colors. Yaya also likes the plush toys on the bedside very much. Yaya also likes to lie on the small crib and listen to herself story.

On the small dressing table next to the bed of the little girl, there was a pink notebook, in which were written her happy things in immature words and messy words. , the text became more and more messy until the last page, where the little girl wrote with a blue crayon:

"Mom: Grandma asked me to say goodbye to you. The people outside are very painful. I hope they are okay. I love you Aisha."

"Tick tock!"

Tears fell on the notebook, Zhang Huen never felt that he was a sentimental person with well-developed lacrimal glands, but he did not expect to be aroused to tears by the little girl's short words.Seeing the little girl's doll lying beside the bed, the innocent face of the little girl coincided with that of his daughter again, and the howling of zombies from downstairs made him clenched the machete in his hand, and he picked up his love Sha dropped the doll, and walked out step by step, his steps became extremely heavy, and a kind of anger from the bottom of his heart gradually covered his face.

Fifteen minutes later, Abak watched the blood-stained Zhang Huen push away the vending machine numbly, walked in, and sat on the sofa without saying a word. He threw the blood-dripping machete on the ground. He took out a half-new doll and put it on the table, tore open a pack of instant noodles, and chewed it with mineral water.

Abak stood beside him, his eyes swept back and forth on the doll and the machete several times, and asked after a moment of deliberation:

"Brother, is Mrs. Lu Sufu killed?"

Zhang Huen nodded, and Abak quickly let out a few fake tears with a mournful face, and said:

"It's a pity that she is a good person. Aisha is also a lively and lovely child. I didn't expect to be like this..."

"She's not dead, Elsa is not dead."

Abak quickly stopped crying, and asked:
"Then...then she..."

Zhang Huen looked up at him, the bloodshot eyes made Abak trembling and unable to utter a complete sentence.

"The prison in the west, the commander, the second lieutenant named Zhong Yi, the soldiers and the prisoners, what do you know?"

Abak was confused by the series of questions. He tried his best to calm down his nervousness, organized his words in his heart, and said:

"The prison was built by the government and the federal government three years ago. The prisoners were all serious criminals who were escorted from outside. The commander also came with him three years ago. He is not from the town. , but the relationship with the mayor and the others is very good. There are many young people in the town who are friends with him, and he is a very capable person; as for the second lieutenant, I don’t know about this person. I also escaped from there, and a riot broke out in the prison on the first day, and the prison guards and soldiers couldn’t fight those prisoners at all, maybe the second lieutenant you mentioned might be one of the prisoners.”…

"If...if Aisha falls into their hands..."

"Brother! You must not go back. Believe me, if the doomsday outside is hell, there will be purgatory. They will carefully kill you, paralyze you, and make you work for them. You...they are demons, what they do is worse than zombies, even Satan would not commit the crimes they did."

Zhang Huen looked at Abak who was terrified and incoherent, and confirmed his thoughts even more. He put the doll on the back of the travel bag, picked up the machete and shook it, and said to Abak:

"Find a safe place to hide, if there is a destiny, we will meet again."

"No, no, you can't go back. They have more than 200 people and they still have guns. Yes, on the surface they will say that there is a shortage of weapons and ask you to find weapons. In fact, they have looted the police station long ago. They still have guns. The purpose of killing the policemen who are unwilling to join them is to firmly control you and make you their slave..."

"Abuckle! Take care!"

Zhang Huen patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the office. Abak shouted at him:
"You will die, you can't save little Aisha, you will get yourself in!"

Zhang Huen looked back at the yelling Abak, and said:
"Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero for just a few seconds?"

Abak was staring at him uncomfortable, he clenched the shovel in his hand, and said unwillingly:
"A dead hero and a coward living well, I will pray to God, even if there is even a chance, that you will come back alive, and I will wait for you here until tomorrow morning, if you don't show up by tomorrow morning , I can only fend for myself...and, you wait."

Abak pulled out a small metal box from under the manager's desk and opened it, only to see two shiny Glock G18s and a row of magazines lying inside.He took out a handful of good magazines, gave most of the remaining magazines to Zhang Huen, and said:
"I took it with my hands when I escaped from prison. Believe me, their weapons are much stronger than this. If you insist on going, multiple weapons that can defend yourself can be regarded as my last parting blessing."

Zhang Huen took the gun and magazines and put them on his waist. He looked at Abak who was about to persuade himself and said:

"Thank you, you are a good man."

"I really don't want to be this good person. By the way, I don't know your name yet. If you can't come back, you have to let me know whose name I should write on the tombstone."

"My name is Zhang Huen, an old man from Daxia."