The oath of rebirth in the last days does not form a team

"Crack" sound of bones rubbing against each other, another sharp pain hit, Linden opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

"Special technique, torment." Geng Mo's voice returned to the coldness when the two met for the first time. He let go of Lin Deng's wrist and watched him kneeling on the ground indifferently, holding his hand. The twisted right wrist couldn't help gasping for air.

He was considered good, at least until now he hadn't let out a single cry of pain.

Geng Mo withdrew his gaze, walked downstairs with empty eyes, and never looked back at Lin Deng again.

After sitting on the cold floor tiles for a while, Linden held his wrists and stood up. He tried to connect his wrists according to his previous experience, but with a slight movement, he felt a sharp pain. The correct method intends to continue, but the result is only to make the condition of the wrist worse.

What the fuck is going on? It's not like he hasn't sprained his wrist before. Even if it was broken, he took it himself, but now it's getting worse and worse. Does it really need a special technique? !

Lin Deng hung his hands down in frustration, staring fiercely at the twelfth floor, and refused to let him go, he insisted on going, we can't let your Geng family take all the benefits!

He could see clearly that no matter which base, for him, it was not the best place to go. No matter who the leaders of the base were, they were all selfish, and they always only thought of their own interests.

The only reliable person in this world is himself. When he gets these green genetically modified seeds and finds a self-sufficient self-sufficient one in no man's land, he will be able to survive. Maybe it will be better than those who work hard for the base, and finally die under the claws of zombies The idiots want to live a much more wanton life.

Linden ran up quickly, grabbed the iron chain with his left hand and pulled it vigorously as if to vent his anger. Metal collided with metal and made a series of crisp sounds.

Behind the iron gate, there was a sudden sound of slow and heavy footsteps.

It looks like a zombie, but it doesn't look like a zombie. The heaviness that seems to be able to step on a hole with one foot is by no means what the current zombies can do. Even in the apocalypse ten years later, Linden has never I have seen a zombie that can make the ground tremble slightly when it is walking. A zombie of this tonnage...is simply unimaginable.

Almost intuitively, Linden took a few steps back, only to hear a loud bang inside the door, and a huge fist hit the iron door, even punching it out into a fist-shaped dent.

Linden looked in surprise at the iron door that was smashed and protruded by the unknown creature inside. This is a monster at all!

Boom—boom—the original solid iron door kept vibrating when it was smashed, and with loud noises one after another, fist-shaped iron sheets protruded outward, as if someone was poking 'plasticine' of.

But this is no ordinary door, this is a metal door half a meter thick.

Linden couldn't stand it any longer, the iron gate couldn't hold on for long at all, he began to run downstairs like crazy, and when he encountered a few zombies wandering upstairs, he simply took a knife and chopped them down. There were too many to chop, so he slid along the banister of the stairs and jumped onto the handrail of the next floor.

The process was safe and sound, and he was almost entangled by zombies several times, but under Linden's jungle machete, those zombies could only passively fall down in piles.

The rotting corpse fluid on Linden's body was still there. Although some of it was diluted by sweat, it could still confuse the sense of smell of some zombies. Only a few that were close would attack him.

In fact, Linden had already produced antibodies in his body. He was not afraid of being caught or scratched by the zombies. He was just afraid of being dragged down by the zombies. In the end, he simply swept the heads of three or four zombies with a machete.

Seven minutes later, Linden successfully arrived at the exit of the revolving door of the building. His face and arms were all covered with the black and smelly blood of zombies. Even the machete was covered with this disgusting liquid. Without his special disguise, he easily passed through the sea of ​​corpses again.

When he found his truck again, he felt a tearing pain in his relaxed body.

Looking back in astonishment, he met a pair of rotten eyes.

A blue-black head seemed to grow on his shoulders, and the sharp black teeth sank deep into the fabric, firmly biting the muscles of his shoulders. This is an instinct, even if there is no body, Only the head remained, and this tenacious zombie was still stubbornly repeating the bite movement.

Lin Deng's face turned livid, and he said why no zombie attacked him just now. It turned out that it was the zombie head on his shoulder.

Regardless of the zombie's teeth still biting his shoulder, Lin Deng grabbed its hair, intending to tear it off, but he underestimated the degree of decay of the zombie's scalp, and instead of pulling off the head, he tore off a piece of scalp. The implicated brain and nerves were also pulled out, but the zombie's head was killed in a disguised form. Linden poked it off his shoulder with the back of the knife, and the zombie's head fell to the ground, instantly turning into a ball of paste .

It wasn't until he climbed into the truck and closed the door tightly that Linden relaxed his body, leaning on the car seat and panting heavily.

In his mind, he still fearfully imagined the creature behind the door on the twelfth floor of the building...

How come, even ten years later, advanced zombies that have evolved several times will not have such terrifying power. Judging from the size of that giant fist, that creature is also huge... Besides, it is still the beginning of the end of the world. Could it be that this world, Isn't it completely the world he was in before? !

The wound on the shoulder began to hurt, and his head became dizzy. Linden shook his head, started the truck, turned around and sped away.

It was no longer possible to stay here, the strong smell of blood from the wound successfully overwhelmed the smell of putrid liquid on his body, attracting groups of zombies to sway towards his position.