Your Highness, zombies are coming

After watching all kinds of zombies for two days, His Royal Highness thought to himself that each mob wears different clothes and different weapons. It used to be an elderly woman with a hunched body, dragging a pair of huge gardening shears in her hand.

It's a pity that she didn't show up earlier. Roman shot the opponent in the head, and he looked at the garden scissors that fell on the ground with nostalgia. With this, Issa's door-cutting operation would be much easier.Then he raised his head. As expected, the zombies around him were already approaching the weapon shop, growling in a low voice, excited because of the human beings in front of them.

If these monsters still have sentience, then they will also find that the prey in front of them is also looking at them excitedly, just like the raven discovers the insect, the cheetah discovers the antelope, and the attitude of the predator standing on the commanding heights towards the weak.

Roman looked at his watch, and there were still 120 seconds before Issa asked him to delay. Although there were only two retro pistols in his hand, it was not a big deal. What's more, the game still has to follow the rules to play to be fun.He directly kicked the head of a jumping zombie, and a well-made leather boot directly crushed the monster's head. In the last second, it almost exposed all the grown canine teeth, and in the next moment, it directly entered the real world. death.

Well, it seems that the attack was too heavy, Roman moved his foot away with some disgust, and there were a lot of gray brains left on it.In an instant, he lost interest in fighting these zombies in close quarters, and directly swept them with his gun. In a blink of an eye, several walking corpses fell to the ground. The ballistic trajectory was precise, and almost all of them were shot in the center of the forehead.

"What's going on with you? Letting me deal with hundreds of monsters alone is bullying a novice." He exaggeratedly exclaimed, as if he was facing exploitative treatment, as long as anyone saw the previous scenes, he would know The ones who are really oppressed are those zombie groups who are rampant on weekdays.

If Issa could focus on the battlefield behind him, he would understand that what he picked up was definitely not a fragile mental patient, but a genuine humanoid weapon-the Browning who was eliminated from the army. The pistol seemed to be integrated with him, not only for shooting, but also for him to use this alloy as a universal tool, and use it to make the only close contact with zombies.

Most of the corpses that fell motionless on the ground had their necks broken by the heavy blow of the pistol, and lost the connection between the cerebellum center and the limbs, and the viruses in their bodies could no longer work.

"Now," Issa said after making sure there was no movement inside the door, and then he saw Mr. Roman leading a large group of zombies running towards him.

If I had a camera, the man thought silently, I must record such a wonderful scene.

The door closed again. Thanks to the outstanding brand of ISO system certification, it took Issa twice as long as usual to unlock it. He had reason to believe that the door would hold up for a while.The electricity in all cities and towns has been stopped for more than 40 days, and the stored electricity of those shops and civilians has long been exhausted. In this shop where even the windows are covered, the only thing you can see is darkness.

"Don't we have to look for a gun in the dark, aren't you afraid of going off?" Roman asked.

"I'm just looking for a flashlight." As a loyal customer of various stores in the post-apocalypse, Issa has prepared a bag of tools that he calls 'special for shopping', and low-power lighting is naturally a no-brainer.

"Oh, beautiful." Roman sighed, like a child seeing candy, he jumped up and down to the glass counter.This young man has pure blond hair, which is a little messy after the fight and hangs on his cheeks. Coupled with the dim light and that strange smile, it always gives Issa the feeling of watching a horror movie.

Throwing the outdated and strange associations to the back of his mind, the mercenary looked at the exquisite showcase, which was covered with black velvet cloth, and the silver firearms lay on top of it in order. The beauty of violence. "You like it?" the man asked.

"It's almost unforgettable, and they are too delicate. You see, they are so similar but different models. The barrel of this one is thinner and longer. They look too much like a series of products to be launched on the market. I have never seen any game operator manage the details so well, let me guess, is it the GC company, or the one from the Tanya family?"

Issa's answer was that the hammer smashed the glass, and he decided to ignore the sudden nonsense and try to guide him to a normal train of thought.

"This is a Colt double eagle pistol, suitable for two-handed carrying. The smaller caliber you see is the battlefield consul type, and the other short barrel is called the officer type. Take whatever you like, no People will make you pay."

"Thank you, you are such a considerate person." Roman touched the inscription on the gun, and he looked at the other person. The person was wearing a set of color-changing clothing, but it did not have the function of completely covering the human body. Even wearing this This black-haired man is also full of a fierce charm. He is really a gentleman who plays games very seriously.

Maybe after he gets tired of this game, he can persuade the other party to join his survey team?Roman was thinking about nothing. At that time, he never imagined that in the future, he would have to exhaust all his strength to achieve this.

Isa is looking for all available consumables, incendiary bombs, grenades, and bullets of various calibers. There are not many things in this room, and they seem to be stored in the storage room.He decided to let His Royal Highness Roman, who was sitting on the sidelines playing with guns, do something, "Did you see another room? It should be a small door, which they use to store goods."

"Let me see." Roman walked around for a while, and finally found a small door, hidden behind a pile of scattered debris.He put his ears on the door panel, and a familiar roar came from inside. He took two steps back disapprovingly, and kicked open the weak wooden door.

"Damn it," the man on the other end obviously sensed the change. Before he finished speaking, the two zombies that staggered out of the warehouse had already died under Roman's new weapon. Issa's prepared reprimand It will be invalidated like an expired redemption coupon.

"Be careful, I don't want you to turn into a beautiful walking dead." Issa said.

"What?" the latter exclaimed in disbelief.

"Don't you know that if you are bitten by a zombie, you will be infected?"

"Ah, will it?" Roman asked in a very flat manner, as if he was listening to some gossip.

Issa felt that he should give lessons to his companions, focusing on zombie prevention guidelines. Although he was not that material, but for God's sake, how could a human being survive for two months without knowing anything.The warehouse is full of rotten smell, some unrecognizable stumps, half heads, some nail pieces and so on, a lot of flies and maggots live in it, like a miniature hell.

The man was stuffing those boxes of bullets into the bag, and then he heard a noise from outside, as if something had exploded.

Issa rushed out of the storage room, and to his relief, Roman was still standing in the middle of the house, but he was holding a gun, and the direction was towards the roof.With the light of the spotlight, a blood-red human figure appeared, which might be a zombie—it was completely naked, which did not just refer to clothes, but the last protective film of human beings, the skin, which had been peeled off from this monster .

At this moment, the thing was lying on the wall, like a giant spider hanging upside down, while making a disgusting hiss.

"Dead once makes you wiser," Roman said.

Yisa looked at the ground, and immediately understood that the body that had fallen there had turned into one, and the ground next to it was full of brown-black minced meat.

"I thought they were all living targets." The blond young man continued to pull the pistol, perhaps because the light was too dark, the bullets only penetrated the roof, and several beams of sunlight rushed in along the bullet holes, like Stage special effects add some atmosphere at the climax of the plot.

Well, that did add a lot of atmosphere, thanks to the little light, Issa noticed that the other body was shaking on the ground, like an epileptic, with uncontrollable limbs, as if trying to Vigorous movements as if limbs were broken, and then it stopped, as if dying again.So when the man noticed the subsequent change, it was too late to shoot—the body of the former gun shop clerk exploded like a burst balloon, and then it jumped up suddenly, attacking Isa.

The sunlight even penetrated some of its limbs, and there was a grease-like secretion around the red and white dermis, this thing must be very suitable for making models in the dissecting room—Issa thought, and several bullets shot at it one after another. Hit that monster.

It is indeed very smart. After discovering the threat of bullets, it immediately ran towards the high place of the eaves, occupying the high place, so as to launch an attack at any time.

"We have to get out of here," Issa said.

"As long as you turn around, they will immediately tear you to pieces." Roman fired a few more shots towards the roof, and he drove the zombie to the farthest corner.

"There should be a safe passage at the back of the house." Issa grabbed the corner of the young man's clothes. The coat felt cold and smooth to the touch, and seemed to be those vulnerable high-grade fabrics. Thinking this way, he pulled Roman's left wrist, and joined The battle ended.

"Come with me," he said, in a voice as calm as an afternoon stroll.