In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

(Brain storage.)

(You can leave your brains here and give them to the undead. They will be very grateful to you.)

(二九五四 六二三 一三)

(Recommend the boss’s “Plants vs. Zombies: Ice Shooter is the Apocalypse Anchor”. It’s a very interesting zombie-planting article, but it’s a pity that it’s been discontinued. When I broke the chapter, I vowed to write a zombie-planting article below, and now I’ve fulfilled my promise. )

(There may be some parts similar to that one, but I promise to keep updating and come up with my own style)

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The sky was gray and clouds shrouded the city, not even a ray of sunlight could shine through.

The streets that were supposed to be lively were deserted at the moment...or maybe those people weren't people at all.

The zombies, all rotting and grinning, wander aimlessly in the city, looking for possible prey.

Does this scene sound familiar? Like seen in those zombie movies?

Unfortunately, things that were supposed to only happen in movies have now really happened.

The zombie apocalypse broke out quietly. In the middle of the night, many people were still asleep and did not react.

They were killed or bitten by relatives who turned into zombies around them, and were forced to join this doomsday carnival.

Within a moment, the entire city turned into a hell on earth.

It is now the thirteenth day of the zombie crisis.

Thirteen is a very unlucky number.

But for Mo Chen, this unlucky day is when he must go out.

There is no way, there is not much food left at home, and it cannot last for a few days.

It's time to make a decision...

The hungry Mo Chen got up from the bed, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror carefully.

He is 1.8 meters tall, and his jet black hair looks a bit messy because he has not taken care of it.

His face was handsome, but he looked very pale due to hunger, and there was not much sparkle in his dark eyes.

A wave of dizziness came over, making Mo Chen involuntarily support his head with his hands.

I was so hungry that I had to go out and find something to eat or I would die.

Shaking his head vigorously, trying to keep himself awake, Mo Chen began to prepare props for travel.

First, I found a roll of tape and a few books based on the method I saw in the novel.

A book that is too thick affects movement, and a magazine that is too light has insufficient defense.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Chen threw aside the few books he had just found without hesitation, bent down and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed.

"Fortunately, I didn't throw away the textbooks from school. It will come in handy now."

Unzipping the suitcase, Mo Chen picked out one of the books, weighed it in his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

He used tape to secure the book to his exposed arms and legs. Mo Chen tested the weight and confirmed that it would no longer affect his movements before he started looking for weapons.

What should I use as a weapon?

Mo Chen looked at the fruit knife in his hand, thought about it, and then threw it aside.

No, it breaks easily.

This fruit knife was a bargain bought at a street stall, costing only two or three yuan.

It's fine for cutting fruit, but it's a very unwise choice for poking zombies.

So, what about the clothes drying pole?

It affects movement too much, and it’s made of plastic and will break down quickly.

Shaking his head, Mo Chen finally focused on the baseball bat he spent a huge sum of fifty on a certain "Pin Xixi" software.

"It seems to look pretty good."

Mo Chen stepped forward and picked up the baseball bat, swung it a little and found that it didn't require much effort and was very strong.

"Okay, the decision is yours!"

With an empty rucksack on his back, Mo Chen was about to go out when he spotted the solid wood slingshot hanging on the wall out of the corner of his eye.

Do we also need long-range weapons?

This idea suddenly popped into his mind, and Mo Chen knew that he was very good at using a slingshot.

Within fifty steps, a hundred shots will hit the target.

Fifty steps away, although the accuracy was a little off, at least the shot was accurate.

There should be some steel balls left from the last time I bought them...

Thinking of this, Mo Chen took off the slingshot on the wall and stuffed the bottle of steel balls somewhere on the bookshelf into his pocket.

OK, it's time to go.

Opening the door softly, Mo Chen stuck his head out and looked around carefully.

There was no one in the corridor, and no zombies.

There is a male corpse on the ground, his head has been chewed to pieces.

Mo Chen knew him as his neighbor who lived next door, a man who loved petty gains.

Although he likes to hoard food, by chance, a neighbor's house held a banquet on the day before the end of the world, which consumed a lot of food.

About five days ago, my neighbor seemed to have been forced to go out in search of food because his family was out of food.

However, his luck was a little unlucky. He ran into a hungry zombie as soon as he went out.

He was past middle age and still suffered from rheumatism in his legs and feet. Before his neighbors could react, he was bitten by a zombie and sent to heaven.

After silently mourning for this unlucky neighbor for a second, Mo Chen ignored the body and walked out of the house quickly.

You ask why Mo Chen doesn't panic when he sees the corpse?

Oh, it’s the end of the world, don’t worry about these details.

As soon as he arrived at the stairs, Mo Chen was about to take a step forward when he heard a low hoarse roar.

There are zombies!

And it's nearby.

Mo Chen immediately became alert, took out his slingshot, and searched for the location of the zombie.

Sure enough, just at the bottom of the stairs on the next floor, a dull zombie stood there in a daze.

At this distance, close combat is not a wise choice, and the noise produced by the fighting may also attract other zombies.

That being the case...

After briefly estimating the distance between himself and the zombie, Mo Chen quickly moved his position and came to the stairs.

After ensuring that the zombies would not notice him at this distance and that he could perfectly snipe the opponent, Mo Chen took out a steel ball from the steel ball bottle in his pocket.

I hope my hands are not raw yet... I hope I still have strength...

Mo Chen used some strength to pull open the rubber band of the solid wood slingshot. He narrowed his eyes slightly and aimed at the zombies.

If you want to kill with one hit, you have to hit the head.

Whoosh!

The rubber band was then loosened, and with a whistling sound breaking through the air, the steel ball suddenly shot out, penetrating the zombie's head from the eye socket, and a mixture of red and white spurted out.

The zombie's body slumped to the ground, making no sound anymore.

"solved."

Mo Chen, who had killed a zombie with his own hands, suddenly felt out of breath. He put away his slingshot and immediately went downstairs without hesitation.

There seems to be a convenience store in the community. Go there first. If not, there is a supermarket on the corner of the street after leaving the community.

After avoiding a few zombies roaming aimlessly in the community, Mo Chen successfully arrived at the convenience store.

Although he had already thought about it before coming, he still sighed heavily when he saw the empty convenience store.

Are you late?

Reluctantly rummaging around in the convenience store and confirming that there really wasn't anything useful, Mo Chen secretly felt disappointed and decided to leave the convenience store immediately and head to the supermarket.

Hunger reminded him all the time that if he didn't eat something, he would really die!

Mo Chen walked quickly towards the corner supermarket, holding the baseball bat tightly in his hand and keeping an eye on his surroundings.

He didn't notice at all that a pair of extremely dark eyes were staring at him coldly from the second floor of a building on the roadside.

After a while...

Sure enough, no one has been here yet!

Looking at the dazzling array of shelves, Mo Chen swallowed his saliva and immediately stepped forward to search.

But only a roar was heard, and several zombie figures flashed out from behind the shelves and surrounded Mo Chen.

Damn!

Mo Chen took a step back, distanced himself from the zombies, and then swung his baseball bat to repel one of the zombies.

Fortunately, these zombies were relatively thin, so after spending some effort, Mo Chen killed them one by one.

Now, it's harvest time.

After looking around and finding that there were no zombies, Mo Chen immediately grabbed a bag of potato chips on the shelf, tore open the package and started to eat.

Feeling the crispy texture bursting in his mouth, and the salty fragrance of potatoes filling his mouth, Mo Chen chewed it with satisfaction.

It feels so good to be full...

Picking up a bottle of carbonated drink, he opened the cap and drank. Then he picked up a vacuum-packed braised chicken leg and tore off a piece of chicken.

While Mo Chen was eating, he stuffed high-calorie food into his backpack.

Soon, the dry rucksack became full.

It's almost time to go back.

Mo Chen burped, wiped his mouth, packed his backpack and walked out of the supermarket.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Snapped!

A ceramic flowerpot suddenly fell from a height and hit heavily in front of Mo Chen.

The fragments of the flowerpot scattered, almost scratching him.

Mo Chen was startled at first, and then suddenly looked not far away.

His eyes met those of a zombie.

No, not one zombie, but many zombies.

The zombies on the street were attracted by the sound of shattering flower pots. They were no longer aimless because they noticed the ink dust on the street.

Fresh flesh and blood, good food.

After smelling Mo Chen's living breath, the zombies screamed and immediately ran towards Mo Chen.

run! If you don't run, you'll die!

Mo Chen didn't hesitate, immediately changed direction and ran towards the community.

The flower pot falling was definitely not an accident, but someone did it on purpose.

This can lure zombies away and give them the opportunity to enter the supermarket in search of food.

Sacrifice others for yourself, this is human nature in the last days.

It is a waste of human life and self-interest at the expense of others.

Because he was too anxious, Mo Chen didn't pay attention to the road under his feet.

And he paid a heavy price for this, suddenly falling to the ground.

A rotten broken arm lay across the road Mo Chen had just walked, causing him to lose his balance.

Soon, several zombies pounced on Mo Chen and began to bite his flesh.

At first, Mo Chen wanted to resist, but soon, his movements stopped.

Extreme pain...

The pain of despair...

As the artery was bitten, blood spurted out.

Fresh flesh and blood aroused the zombies' ferocity even more, allowing them to eat faster.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and excessive blood loss led to shock.

Mo Chen looked at the sky blankly.

Dying?

I'm really unhappy.