Comprehensive Fear: Zombie Survival Code

Three hours later, we arrived in the town of Lajaro.Everyone got out of the car one after another with their weapons in their hands, and looked at this quiet and even a little weird town warily.

As far as the eye can see, there are piles of black dried blood and several rotting corpses on the straight road leading to the center of the town; almost every house has a wide open courtyard door, and the bloody handprints left on the walls and windows make it clear People are shocked.

The wind blows from a distance, bringing a low hiss and a vague roar, because it is too far away, it is not really heard.

Other than that, there was no other sound.

It seems that those who survived by chance have already fled.This place has become an empty city with no living people.

So where are the zombies gathering... The situation in the town is unknown, I'd better check it out.

After making up my mind, I poked Kaplan next to me, then pointed to myself, and pointed to the front.

This time without Kaplan's translation, both Carlos and Jill understood. Jill immediately objected, "Jane, I know you don't want to see unnecessary casualties. But you have to understand that we are a team."

"Jill is right," Carlos echoed, his usually cynical face was rarely serious, "Jane, you have to understand one thing: In the apocalypse where zombies are everywhere, the so-called protection does not mean taking the other party under his own wing; but to let him exercise himself from the crisis, to acquire the independent ability to live without relying on anyone, just as I taught Angela—”

Carlos turned around with a smile, and said to Angela, "Honey, can you stay in the car? We'll be right back. If there are zombies with no eyes that attack you, remember I'll teach you." Patted Angela Pull the head, Carlos encouraged.

"No problem!" Angela nodded obediently, and I glanced at Angela's waist—a 54 pistol pinned there.

"I will." Angela took off the gun, put on the silencer, and loaded the pistol. A series of movements were not to say skillful and neat, at least they did not appear stiff and unfamiliar.

This is the result of Carlos' teaching in the past few weeks.

...Even little Angela has grown up a lot.

I blinked, feeling quite emotional for a moment.

Because of my zombie's special physique, if there is no one in the pile of corpses, I feel that in order to protect others, I should rush to the forefront. When there is no oil or food, I often suggest that I go to the zombies by myself. I searched in many places (of course most of the time they were dismissed by them); now that I was awakened by them, I suddenly realized that I have always been self-righteous in this way of thinking.

I glanced across the faces of Carlos, Jill, and Kaplan one by one, and felt a little warmth in my heart.

With a convenient tool like me by their side, they are independent and strong, they are the real strong in this last days.

Afterwards, under the leadership of Carlos, we first came to a grocery store. The counters were empty and there was almost nothing left. There were some empty food packaging bags on the ground.Carlos stopped and shook his head regretfully.

I get his subtext - it looks like even this remote town has been raided by the survivors.

"Kang Dang"

The crisp sound of a soda can falling on the ground scared me into a shudder, and everyone was on alert all of a sudden, holding their breath and moving forward cautiously, the air was tense and stagnant.

There are zombies?I clenched the long knife in my hand and stared at the half-covered door.

Carlos quietly approached the door, leaning lightly on the door with the machine gun in his right hand, and quickly made a gesture towards us without looking back--

Raise your hands above your head, bend your elbows, and cover the Tianling Gai with your palms.

Hey, what is he doing touching his forehead, does he have a fever?

I stared blankly at Carlos, and Kaplan and Jill beside me immediately separated clearly, one left and one right, one front and one back, aiming at the door with their guns, looking alert.

Carlos was about to push the door, but he seemed to sense something was wrong. He looked back at me who was stunned, covered his mouth and suppressed a smile, and his shoulders shook violently.

Kaplan and Jill also reacted suddenly, with uncontrollable expressions on their faces.

Being caught in the middle, I suddenly realized that the corners of my mouth twitched.

Damn, those three guys are all from the army at any rate, and they can tell just by looking at their fighting gestures.Do you dare to worry about the mood of a good citizen like me!Only ghosts can understand what you mean!

He glared at Carlos angrily. He turned his back to me, covered his mouth with his fist and suppressed a smile, his shoulders shaking like chaff.

If zombies still have the ability to blush, I would be blushing with embarrassment right now!

In order to hide my embarrassment and indignation, I hurried forward a few steps, pushed Carlos who was obtrusive to the side, and glanced at them. After seeing that everyone restrained their smiles and became more cautious, I lightly pointed my long knife at them. The half-hidden door opened.

"squeak"

After the door was pushed open, I saw nothing in the empty courtyard, only a soda can fell on the ground.

So is it the sound of the wind knocking over the can?Or are there other survivors?

Jill lowered her voice and called softly, "Is anyone there?"

……

After waiting for a while, there was still only a cold and quiet wind that answered her.

"No one." Carlos put away his gun and concluded.We dispersed, unwilling to give up and still holding on to hope, we searched in several nearby houses, and when we came out, we all came out empty-handed.

A dilapidated pick-up truck was parked on the way to the next block, Kaplan went up to check it out, and sighed, "The oil has been taken away... To be honest, I don't have much hope for this place now gone."

What he said was the truth.

If we were unwilling to admit the facts before, we have to admit defeat now.

The place has been raided by survivors at least several times, and I even saw empty bags of dog food left on the ground--

What kind of spirit of digging three feet is this! Lift the table!

Carlos stopped, thought for two seconds, and said decisively, "Then let's go back and find the next one."

For now, we can only retreat, but we don't know how long our remaining gasoline can last... Wait!

I raised my hand abruptly to interrupt Carlos, signaling them to be silent.Although the three of them were puzzled, they didn't speak, they just looked at me quietly.

I raised my head and closed my eyes, and sniffed the air intently. Just now, a breeze brought a strange smell of meat, very light, but very mixed, like a big pot of vegetables, all kinds of flavors mixed together.

It's the smell of humans!

Opening my eyes, I raised my arm and stretched out my index finger, pointing towards them to the northeast, they looked puzzled, "Jane, what are you doing?"

I deliberately made a sniffing motion again, and wiped the saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth. Kaplan was the first to understand, "You mean, there are still living people there?"

I nodded heavily, not only there, but also a lot, this is the taste of a big pot dish with rich ingredients.But I can't smell them if they're too far away, so they must not be far away...

"Pfft" Carlos burst into laughter suddenly, I looked up at him blankly, he grinned back at me, touched his chin and said meaningfully, "Jane, I didn't expect you to have such a sharp nose, it seems that you can use it when a police dog is looking for people. Good."

...Carlos, you bastard, you actually called me a police dog? !Aww, I'm going to bite you to death! !

I bared my teeth angrily and was about to rush forward, but someone hugged my waist tightly. Behind me, Kaplan smiled and comforted me, "Okay, okay, Jane, we don't know as much as Carlos."

snort!

I paused, and I knew that it was important to do business now, so I gave Carlos an annoyed look, straightened my clothes, and turned my face away to signal that I was angry and didn't want to talk to you.

Carlos shrugged and looked at Jill with a smile. Although Jill didn't speak, she kept watching us fight with a faint smile in her eyes.

Kaplan lowered his head and quickly clicked on the tablet a few times, looked up a little surprised and said, "It's the only food processing factory."

Several people looked at each other, and they all saw the hope rekindled in each other's eyes.

In fact, we didn't consider this factory before. The main reason is that we subconsciously felt that even the houses here were looted by the survivors, let alone the food factory?

It now appears that there is some hope there.

Without further delay, they quickly and quietly walked towards the processing plant under the guidance of Kaplan according to the map.

This processing factory looks quite large, about 500 square meters, and the walls are as high as a person. We sneaked to the main entrance, and the iron gate was wide open. There were many stumps and broken arms on the ground, and there was a pool of black blood. There was a pool of broken glass everywhere, it was a mess.

Carlos in front of him froze, I poked my head over his shoulder curiously, and my eyes widened in disbelief!

I saw one of the parallel bulk factory buildings, which was relatively small, similar to a warehouse, surrounded by zombies, densely packed, and the warehouse bags were impenetrable, there were at least a few hundred of them.

Nima, I said why there are so few corpses in this town. I thought it was because of the large number of survivors, but the zombies simply came here to join in the fun!

What the hell!

Back into the corner, we looked at each other.

Looking at the situation, you can tell that there are many people trapped inside, but there are too many zombies.

I hesitantly raised the knife and made a chopping gesture.

Carlos stopped me, "How long do you have to hack alone? And how do you explain it to the rescued people?"

I am dumbfounded.

My identity is the biggest reliance for my survival in the last days, but the disadvantages of being different from ordinary people are also very obvious.

I don't want to be arrested and sent to the research institute to do experiments until I die!

Jill frowned in thought, glanced inadvertently across a car parked at the corner of the street, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and said quickly and clearly, "Hey guys, listen up, I have a solution!"

"That car is parked so close to the zombie crowd, I'm afraid no survivors will dare to come to get oil; I'll turn on the horn later, and drive to attract most of the zombies to leave here. You take this opportunity to save people!"

"Be careful! It's really Jill!" Carlos immediately gave a thumbs up and showed his big white teeth with a smile.

I looked at him suspiciously, why suddenly it seemed like he had been spat out.

Jill glanced at him coldly, quickly rushed to the corner car, checked through the glass that there were no zombies inside, then quickly got into the car, buried himself down and pulled out the wire to start the ignition.

Carlos Kaplan and I looked at each other, I stood still and raised my knife, they both nodded knowingly, "Okay!" They both turned and ran into a nearby house.

If a large wave of zombies are attracted by the sound of the whistle, Carlos and the others will be too dangerous.So I signaled them to find a place to hide first, and I will kill some zombies before they come out without threatening them.

Watching the figures of the two disappear into the house, I looked away, and Jill had successfully started the car over there--speaking of such skillful movements, Jill, you usually do this kind of thing, right?

After making an "ok" gesture to me, Jill turned on the horn--in an instant, the piercing sound of the whistle hovered over the silent town, which immediately attracted the zombies surrounding the warehouse!

The zombies turned around and stared blankly at the direction of the sound, followed by stumbling towards the car driven by Jill as if they were going crazy.

Jill saw that most of the zombies were attracted, so she stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly started to drive forward, at a slow speed, trying to keep attracting the zombies with the sound of the whistle, so as to take them far away.

Hundreds of zombies gradually gathered into a wave of corpses, slowly flowing towards the north of the city.

I glanced at the few zombies left around the warehouse. Time was running out, so I stopped waiting. I raised my long knife and stood at the gate. The attracted zombies roared in a low voice, "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

I opened this road, and I planted this tree. If you want to live from now on, leave your head behind!

The author has something to say: I have recently entered the period of code word burnout, and I haven't saved a manuscript for a long time, so I'm lying on the ground.The hunter is also stuck, and it seems that this month is over and incompetent.I don’t want to codewords, I don’t want to codewords/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~