The end of the world: zombies are the end

Wu Shaoqin looked at the group of corpses pouring out from the safety door, and then looked at the crowd of people on the stairs. It was like two torrents colliding with each other. After a few seconds, the two torrents merged into one, and the zombies behind the safety door began to pour toward the roof with claws and claws. .

At this moment, the stairwell has turned into a hell on earth. The corpses, black blood, and objects visible to the naked eye have turned into black and red.

"Huazi, find a way to lock the door and let Xiaofeng calm down for a while."

Wu Shaoqin held the Tang Dao and said calmly with no expression on his face.

Hua Zi just stopped the zombies, and he was in a position where one man can stop ten thousand others. Although he killed more than Xiaofeng, it took longer to stop the zombies below.

But during those ten seconds when Xiaofeng held the door panel, his physical strength was severely exhausted. After the muscles exploded with too much energy in a short period of time, they would weaken in order to protect the already fragile human body.

After a simple arrangement, Wu Shaoqin took the shield from Hua Zi, and the two nodded to each other and passed by.

Generally, the top floor of a building will be built higher, because no matter what the building is now, large central air conditioners are used, and the air conditioner fans are placed on the roof.

In addition, the elevator machine room will also build a separate mezzanine on the roof. On the one hand, it is to ensure the normal operation of the building. The second is to prevent excessive noise. In addition, there are many roof equipments, and the floors are higher, thicker, soundproof and load-bearing. The effect will be much better.

Therefore, the stairs to the roof from the tenth floor will be higher. Wu Shaoqin obviously discovered this, estimated the time, and took advantage of the zombies below to prepare to go upstairs. He came to the same place as the talented man just now, planning to go up. This drags down the corpse group.

"Ow—"

But for some reason, the corpse group seemed to be extremely excited when they came outside the door, holding their heads high and roaring louder than usual.

Upon seeing this, Wu Shaoqin hurriedly turned around, not caring that the sound would also irritate the corpses. He tilted his head and shouted towards the roof: "Xiao Feng, Hua Zi, check each other to see who is injured and bleeding..."

"Wait, there's no need to check. Get the things and throw them away before locking the door. Damn it's me!" Halfway through the shouting, Wu Shaoqin realized that the palm of his left hand was a little sticky. His eyes sank, and the hand holding the shield was a little sticky. blood.

Then I thought about it, it was probably the force of the blow when I was pulling the chain that had scratched my skin. I was a little nervous just now, so I didn't notice it. It was only when I held the shield that I felt a bit of a scratch.

The stimulated corpses were obviously more aggressive. The fresh flesh and blood in front of them had a strong smell of blood, which made them extremely excited. They rushed towards Wu Shaoqin with steps that they did not recognize.

"Shh-"

"So fast."

Seeing the zombies crawling up, Wu Shaoqin took Nan Yi's Tang Dao and chopped it down. Then the sudden inertia almost made him fall down. The knife was too fast. He was usually used to using nails and hammers, and he could cut two zombies with one knife. The knife, which is as thick as a chopstick and cuts through an iron chain, is a little uncomfortable.

He quickly retracted his body and slashed horizontally. The zombie's head was cut off directly, the body fell backward, and the zombies stopped for a while.

Wu Shaoqin's skills were not weak in the first place, but the knives he used before were not that good, so the team chose to use hammers one by one. Now that the sword is in hand, it can be used to stop the group of corpses that are attracted by the blood and are restless in front of them.

At this time, on the roof of the building, after Nan Yi came up with the child in his arms, he also glanced at the roof. The roof was extremely wide, separated from east to northwest by a one-meter-high concrete wall, with a more than 20-meter-long patio inserted in the middle. There are several 1.5-meter-square vents on each side, covered with transparent glass covers like the patio. The next most numerous are ventilation ducts running horizontally and vertically.

On the right hand side of the stairs, there is a computer room with a locked door, one meter above the ground, and several water storage tanks on the top. The other side is blocked by various chassis equipment, so I don't know if it is the same as here.

Immediately, Nan Yi came to the one-meter-high concrete wall. Apart from some water and dirty ground, there was nothing else. He first put the child on the wall, turned over, and put the child here. Finally, after confirming that there was no danger around, he was ready to go back to help.

But Nan Yi was stunned when he was about to turn around. As if he thought of something, he picked up the child again and returned to the opposite side of the wall. After some tossing, the child in his arms also woke up.

"Ok!"

Only then did Nan Yi realize that this was a boy. He was very light in his arms. He looked only six or seven years old. He was wearing a mask, and the exposed skin had the whiteness and tenderness of a child.

Without saying anything else, he directly carried the child to a place ten meters away from the door, found a vent, and half-leaned the child against the outer wall of the vent.

The little boy opened his pure eyes and stared at him blankly.

"Stay here, don't be afraid, brother will be back soon." Nan Yi looked at the confusion in his eyes and said softly.

Nan Yi knew that such a young child would have a very hard life in such a world, and he didn't know what his relationship was with his third brother and others.

After comforting the child for a few words, Nan Yi reached out and took out a chocolate from his bag and gave it to him.

Then he pulled out a new knife. The blade of this knife was almost half a meter long, and the handle was [-] centimeters long. The blade was straight, with smooth lines and full of movement. There were some exquisite patterns on the blade, such as mountains, rivers, rain and fog. Winding, the blade is diamond-shaped, carefully polished, and extremely sharp. The handle is wrapped in leather, but does not feel slippery at all when held in the hand. There is a lifelike tiger head relief at the end of the handle, which is extremely powerful.

Nan Yi took a brief look at the new knife, then picked up the knife and ran towards the stairs.

Two people had already come up to the stairs. It looked like it was Hua Zi and the person he was talking about, Brother Feng. Their hammers and shields were scattered around them, but Brother Feng was already slumped on the ground, rubbing his thigh with one hand. Holding a red package of food in one hand, he was eating heavily, apparently replenishing his strength. Huazi was squatting in front of the door, holding a chain in his hand, looking for something in the backpack beside him.

Looking at Nan Yi coming over, Brother Feng just looked up twice, finished the food in a few bites, and continued to relax his legs.

"If you can help me in any way, just tell me directly." Nan Yi went straight to the point without being long-winded.

"Here, take this. Before I lock the door later, you can pull it open and throw it in. Be quick." Huazi rummaged through his backpack and found a bottle of gray can. There was no mark on the outside of the can, but he looked at the body of the can. Nan Yi could feel that there was nothing good inside.

"Okay." Nan Yi agreed and put the knife behind him. He felt a little uncomfortable holding the can, so he was about to try to buckle the easy-pull ring of the can.

"Don't pick it, wait a minute, wait a minute!" Brother Feng, who was quietly rubbing his legs and moving around, panicked when he saw Nan Yi preparing to buckle the easy-pull ring, and hurriedly stopped his behavior.

Nan Yi was very puzzled, but he also knew that this should be some kind of special "weapon" that could temporarily stop the zombies. Seeing Brother Feng, who had no expression on his face blocking the corpses, he was so flustered that he stopped moving his hands. Next action.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. It's just like an ordinary can. Once you calm down, pull it open and throw it in." After hearing Brother Feng's words, Hua Zi quickly turned his head and gave guidance, for fear that he would pull it away now.

"Secret weapon, what is so powerful?" Nan Yi murmured, extremely curious.

At this time, Hua Zi had already taken out a circle of iron wire from his bag, took out pliers and cut out a section, then closed the door ajar, put the iron chain that had just been cut through the door handle again, passed it through the iron wire, and tentatively After pulling a few times, and after confirming that the door could be locked in five seconds, he said to Nan Yi: "Get ready!"

When Nan Yi nodded, Brother Feng behind him also endured the soreness and weakness in his legs and pulled out the hammer with a shield.

Huazi turned his head, squatted down, and left the double-open safety door fifty centimeters wide, then raised his head and shouted toward the stairwell:

"Third brother, get ready!"