The daily life of the first brother in the zombie world

"Huh?" I tilted my head and looked at Zhao Siyang.

what's the situation?

Where did these zombies come from?

Why are they still not moving?

"Tsk." Zhao Siyang's complexion was extremely ugly, almost turning black into charcoal.

He held me in one hand, picked up Bu Fan in the other, and ran towards the back door of the supermarket!

and many more!

I struggled a bit and stretched out my hand to pull Xiao Zhang.

There are so many zombies now!If Xiao Zhang were left behind, he wouldn't even have a fucking bone left!

"Enough!" Zhao Siyang grabbed my collar and threw it on the shelf.

Even though I didn't feel any pain, I was hit hard enough that I burst into the chest cavity in one breath, almost choking my lungs out!

"Save people, save people! Hundreds of thousands of people are dying every day on this poor land! Do you want to save everyone! Just look at the idiots in front of you who don't care about the consequences!"

I was dumbfounded by Zhao Siyang's yelling.

"I'll warn you one last time, shut up and follow me obediently, or your hands and feet will be broken!"

"Ah-"

After my aura broke, the zombies that had been immobilized slowly began to come alive again.

They shook their heads and looked around, and finally moved their eyes to our side.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of sights shrouded in unison, like a poisoned spider web, making one's scalp numb.

"...Brother." Bu Fan's voice trembled, and he hugged Zhao Siyang's arm tightly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Zhao Siyang told Bu Fan in a deep voice while stepping back.

At this time, fear and weakness will become the first targets of zombies.

"But... how to run?" Bu Fan bit his lips hard to stabilize his emotions.

"Hehe, hehehe." The zombies dragged their bodies and surrounded them little by little.

There seemed to be an invisible string in the air, stretched tight.

Scared.

If Bu Fan and the others died too, I would definitely go crazy.

I feel like my T-shirt is soaked in cold sweat, but in fact I can't sweat a drop, it's all ticking in my heart, sore and bitter.

"Brother Rusheng..." Bu Fan called me, "You should stop howling..."

Ah, will this work?

fuck it!

I recalled the feeling just now, and then my dantian sank: "Oh."

Bu Fan was sweating wildly, while rolling his eyes wildly: "A cat meows louder than this, please speak up..."

"You can't bark." Zhao Siyang stopped him.

I was just about to ask why, when the radio in the supermarket rang.

"The first sound audition, the second sound audition, the broadcast is normal."

"Hi, hello," a sharp female voice sounded, speaking slowly, "Yes, I am greeting you, my zombie friend."

...Are you talking about me?

"Yes, it's you." The woman said with a smile.

fuck!

I tensed my back for a moment, looked up to find the monitor, but there was nothing, here is the connection point Xiao Zhang and the others found, in the dead corner of the monitor.

So... are you lying to me?

"I didn't expect my luck to be so good. I just came here to do a small experiment, and I could meet you," the woman continued, "I was so excited when I saw all the zombies were still! You do exist!"

While she was speaking, Zhao Siyang started to act.

"You are our hope, can you come out and meet me?"

Zhao Siyang carried Bu Fan to the top of the shelf and told him to open the vent.

I'm below them, trying to stop the zombies.

However, miraculously, there were not many zombies chasing after them, they crowded around Mei Ning, like a circle of guardrails.

Especially after we retreated, they even looked away.

I looked at them and suddenly realized that the previous hostile gaze was not predation, but protection.

They are actually protecting Mei Ning! ?

why! ?

"What a daze! Idiot! Come up quickly!" Zhao Siyang climbed up the shelf and reached out to catch me.

Seeing that he wanted to step up, I quickly shook my head and pushed him hard into the air vent!

As a result, it couldn't be pushed!

How fucking stable are you?

That's not it!Can you fucking pick your time to get crazy!

I'm a zombie and want you to come back?

Are you afraid that I will be bitten or something!

Ahhhhh!

fuck!

I looked at my dislocated left hand, and my whole body turned into a mushroom.

"I've said it before, shut up," Zhao Siyang narrowed his eyes, "I'll break my leg next time."

After all, he pinched the back of my neck and pushed me into the vent.

"Brother Rusheng, are you alright?" Bu Fanti slipped my severed hand.

To be honest, although I know that Zhao Siyang is a psychopath.

But this is the first time seeing him get really angry, fuck...it's really scary! ! !

Ahhhhh!

I fucking want to beep!

"Teacher Shi, I must have made a mistake." A male voice came out from the radio, "I can't wait."

"Impossible! He must be here, otherwise the situation just now wouldn't have happened." The woman seemed to move the microphone, making a noise, "My patience is also limited. If you come out of the gate now, I will stop. No, you will die."

The woman paused and said deeply, "I'll wait for you."

I go.

do not wait for me!

I don't date! ! !

"Hey!" I turned around and urged Zhao Siyang, only to find that he crawled in with half of his body and stopped moving.

its stuck? ? ?

At such a critical time? !

I looked at him helplessly and reached out to pull him.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Siyang retreated back!

wrong!

Something must be wrong!

"Broken leg!!!" Zhao Siyang yelled loudly, cutting off the steps I was trying to take.

Then, gunshots rang out outside!

"Brother... Mmmmm!" I covered Bu Fan's mouth, my fingertips trembling.

Not right.

It was wrong from the start.

The woman on the radio knew from the start that I wasn't going out, she was just trying to distract us and send someone in to catch it!

True, it is impossible for them to miss such an opportunity.

Zhao Siyang...it's too dangerous!

I must save him!

Hey!

Just as I was about to poke my forehead out, a bald head bumped in.

"..." I looked at Zhao Siyang's dark face, pursed my lips and smiled, then shrank my legs behind me.

fuck!

Why are you staring at me!

I want to save you! !

"Brother, are you alright?" Bu Fan asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, let's go!" Zhao Siyang finally crawled in and followed behind.

When we climbed to the first fork.

The crazy howls of the zombies sounded in the supermarket. They seemed to be stimulated by something, bumping around and sending out huge tremors.

"Hurry up." Zhao Siyang said to Bu Fan who was at the front.

"Which way?!" Bu Fan was also anxious.

"Whatever." Zhao Siyang's voice was a little strange.

I frowned, and was about to turn my head to look at him, but there was a loud bang in my ears!Then the whole vent pipe was falling!

fuck!

Isn't it so exciting!

I dragged Bu Fan with my backhand to protect him in my arms, but Zhao Siyang was behind me, so I couldn't fucking catch him!

Boom, boom boom boom.

After the chaos, there were various explosions, water flows, and wailing sounds.

It was pitch black.

I moved my hands and feet, and found that except for the left hand that was broken by Zhao Siyang, everything else was fine.

Oh shit!

Pig mate!

At this time, I still use my hands!

"Brother Rusheng?" Bu Fan crawled out of my arms, "Are you okay?"

I patted his head to let him know I was okay.

"Huh?" Like a blind man, I groped around behind people.

But what about people?

What about Zhao Siyang?

"Brother!" Bu Fan shouted a little louder.

"Yes." The voice came from the lower right, and it was depressed and low, without any of the usual neurotic demeanor.

Zhao Siyang was injured.

I'm sure of it, and it hurts badly.

"Brother," Bu Fan obviously recognized it, and his voice couldn't help changing his tone, "Where did you fall?"

"I don't know," Zhao Siyang took a breath, and stabilized his frame, "you go first, I have something to do here."

There is a fart!

Let's go first!

If I could see it, I would definitely go down and tear off his arm!

Not united at all!

Also engage in independence!

"Hey..." I was thinking about how to ask Bu Fan to stay where I was and wait for me, when I suddenly remembered that I had my fucking cell phone with me! ! !

slap.

"You have turned on energy-saving lighting."

The long-lost voice broadcast sounded, and the white light illuminated my silly face.

"Tsk." Zhao Siyang was caught by the sudden light, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

I just found out that we fell into the bakery.

The ventilation pipe where Bu Fan and I were located happened to be clamped on the large oven, and the one behind it was directly broken and shattered all over the floor.

And Zhao Siyang's right thigh was pierced by the broken iron plate.

Gollum.

I stared blankly at the flesh and blood, and swallowed a mouthful of air.

Damn it, I didn't finish the pancakes this morning.

So hungry.

"Hello." Bu Fan called me with a cold face.

I turned to look at him.

Bu Fan's eyes were full of icy scum, and he raised his chin: "Go down and save people, what are you swallowing?"

???

Did he just call me "Hi"? ?

What about "Brother Rusheng"?

"Hey, I'm calling you! Get down!" Bu Fan pushed with his hand, and I slipped down along the oven door.

Now I finally figured it out.

I was disgusted by the brat.

Wow, quite a few hearts.

I walked up to Zhao Siyang with a broken heart.

But the next moment, I didn't feel sad.

Because Zhao Siyang's injury was ten times more serious than I thought.

He was not only pierced by iron plates, but also had several gunshot wounds.

Looking at his increasingly pale face, an alarm bell sounded in my heart, and I kept wandering around.

Before, I always thought that the other party was a god-man, more powerful than zombies, so I always subconsciously believed that he would not die.

But at this moment, I smelled death.

That unpalatable smell becomes stronger as soon as you approach it.

"Hey..." I knelt in front of him and reached out to pull out the iron plate, but he opened it.

"Cry ass." Zhao Siyang said.

I touched my face and it was dry.

I didn't cry!

Who the hell would cry!

Blindly pretending to be affectionate!

Zhao Siyang waved to me.

I leaned over without knowing why, but he grabbed my left hand and pulled it, and it was taken back.

Fuck me!Can you still play like this!

I looked at my left hand in thought.

"Hurry up, or someone will come looking for you." Zhao Siyang said.

I nodded, thinking that what he said made some sense.

Then I dragged one of his arms and carried it on my shoulder.

"Come on," Zhao Siyang sat on the ground and refused to move, "Don't worry about it, I know what's going on with me, and you know too."

I don't know! !

You fucking have to come with me! !

"It's okay, brother, let's go to the hospital." Bu Fan ran over to support the other side, and helped me drag Zhao Siyang up.

"Tsk, didn't I say don't make trouble!" Zhao Siyang's words brought a bit of anger.

"Aww!!" My mother yelled back at him directly!

"Don't, really don't, I'm in a lot of pain, super pain." Zhao Siyang said something that didn't fit his style.

I fell silent in an instant.

It's not scary for a neurotic to make noise, make trouble, or go crazy. What's scary is that he suddenly shows weakness.

"I told you not to cry," Zhao Siyang's voice was obviously a little weak, "Are you in charge?"

I fuck.

Of course I am.

I didn't cry either.

But this time, I didn't dare to touch my face, I was afraid that I would touch a handful of tears and scare myself.