Comprehensive Fear: Zombie Survival Code

After the third fight between the people on both sides due to material distribution issues, Carlos finally said decisively, first, the nearby resources have been searched almost, we can no longer stay here; second, gather all the resources Go to a city with a slightly larger combat power but also a lot of zombies to search for food, and then distribute it equally according to the number of people for the last time, and then you can go wherever you want.Take it slow.

In a word, parted ways.

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt a little bit disappointed, but finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Carlos was even more relieved, as if he had finally let go of the heavy responsibility.

In fact, in my opinion, he is not suitable for the position of leader.It was okay when we were few, everyone was very democratic, and our ideas were relatively consistent, and all decisions were made jointly;

And when there are too many people, there will naturally be differences of opinion between them. He should show the boldness of a leader, win over people's hearts, and let everyone look up to him.

But the reality is that Carlos was born as a mercenary, and almost all the comrades he came into contact with were outspoken. If any conflicts were resolved with fists, they would still hang shoulders together, drink and chat with women.

But what kind of people and what kind of occupations are in our team, there are all kinds of teaching and nine classes.There are also a few women who are unwilling to be lonely, flirting with each other all day long, trying to hug a solid thigh.So it is conceivable that asking him to understand the twists and turns of people's hearts and resolve the contradiction between two women competing for one man... is more painful than asking him to kill a hundred zombies with his bare hands.

As for Jill...sorry, you really can't count on Iceberg Beauty to be convincing - it's fine if she doesn't get molested.

Kaplan and I, a dumb, technical geek, are not suitable for the leadership position.

As for Knapp, he is indeed a honest and straightforward good man, but it is hard for a good man not to be partial.On one side are the co-workers who have worked together for several years, and on the other side are strangers who have nothing to do with each other. No one's heart grows right in the middle.

Martin, the boss of the outsiders, made no secret of his desire for leadership, but he was also a guy with no skills, just a sharp-tongued guy.

Different ways do not conspire with each other, so it is better to go their own way than to rip up the face and resolve it by force.

Everyone quickly got ready to go, gathered about [-] people with strong military force, and went to the small town of Filor, which they had never dared to enter.

The town has a population of just over 5 and is the largest town nearby.

According to the map, there is a Wal-Mart supermarket in the center of the city, and it is also the place where the population is most concentrated.

Five cars followed a large truck, which drove quietly into the dead city at noon.

The five vehicles kept a straight line, but the distance between each vehicle was at least 300 meters, which was also for timely retreat in case of special circumstances.

Seeing that it was less than 1000 meters away from the Wal-Mart supermarket, Carlos picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered, "It's almost there, let's go as planned."

The small sports car in the front speeded up suddenly, and it was farther away from us all of a sudden. Soon, the car behind it could not see its shadow at all.

The remaining four cars stopped at the same place slowly, and sporadic zombies heard the movement nearby, and Kaplangill hurriedly pulled down the black curtains, and even the front windshield was tightly covered with black cloth Reality.

A few zombies were lying on our window glass, trying to look inside, but it was obviously pitch black, and they couldn't see anything.

The experience of dealing with zombies along the way tells us that the hearing of ordinary zombies is more sensitive than the sense of smell and vision. As long as we don’t make a sound, they will gradually leave after a while if they don’t find anyone.

But having said that, through a thin car window, listening to the harsh sound of their sharp nails scratching unconsciously, imagine that the other party is sticking that rotten face to the glass, with deep-set eye sockets Looking at you with white cloudy eyes, it still takes a certain amount of endurance.

Even the few of us who have experienced many battles and are used to this trick can't help but hold our breath and our heartbeat speeds up.

And this time I was dispatched with other teams, I was even more nervous, God bless, they must not make any noise at this time, zombies are not terrible, what is terrible is that there are teammates like pigs!

If anyone can't help but make a noise and startle the zombies, it's like catching a turtle in the urn-we are all those poor turtles!

Fortunately, the cars behind did not make any movement. After a few minutes, "Ula--"

Suddenly, a piercing and abrupt whistle sounded in front, echoing and spreading in the quiet and dead city.

It was the car at the front that deliberately made noises to lure away the zombies around the supermarket according to the plan. We also played very smoothly with this trick.

The sound of nails scratching on the window glass diminished, and then gradually disappeared. There were dense staggering footsteps from all directions, and as the sound of whistles gradually gathered into a wave of corpses, the zombies were finally attracted away.

After waiting for a while, Kaplan carefully took off the curtain and looked around, then said to Carlos in a low voice, "Okay."

I pushed the door open and checked the bottom of the car first as a habit—the last time a poor man got out of the car and didn't notice a zombie lying under the car, but when his legs stretched out, he was bitten by the zombie.

After making an "ok" gesture to Carlos, Carlos then used the walkie-talkie to inform the people in the car behind that they could get down.I killed a few zombies still wandering around the car, and people got out of the car one after another with guns, carefully guarding the surroundings.

Carlos and I rushed to the door of the supermarket, pushed open the door lightly, and walked in quietly.

The goods were scattered on the ground in a mess, and there was a mess. There were puddles of solidified black blood on the ground from time to time. There were chaotic footsteps behind him. It was other people who came in one by one. Everyone worked together to clean up the few zombies on the first floor with cold weapons. Clean, Carlos looked at the situation, quickly raised his hand and made a gesture towards the back, signaling to split up, and everyone quickly divided into teams according to the team formation, bypassing us and entering the supermarket from left and right directions On the second floor, immediately after, gunshots sounded from various places one after another.

The battle started completely.

Carlos Kaplan nodded to me, turned and went upstairs to join the battle.

All of a sudden, the entire supermarket was filled with the sound of gunfire and battles, but there were no panicked and miserable cries of people among them.

At any rate, these people have been trained to some extent under our training/teaching. It seems that it is not a big problem to win the entire supermarket.

Seeing that they were able to do a job with ease, the members of my team also found shelves to hide their figures, and pointed the gun racks at the door in the gaps between the items placed on the shelves, and I quietly hid behind the opened door. A few zombies staggered into the supermarket following the gunshots, with sharp bloody teeth exposed under the festering skin, and they stretched out their hands greedily, trying to enter the supermarket to catch turtles and enjoy a gluttonous feast.

The three zombies who broke in first enjoyed the treatment of a headshot. The three shots were shot by the three people hidden behind the second row of shelves, and the headshots were good!

I turned around and gave them a thumbs up, but because of the angle, only Danny who was closest to me saw it and smiled politely at me.

There were also gunshots outside, and it was the people in the car who were ambushing to support us.

But there are more and more zombies, and we have gone from being relaxed at the beginning to becoming more and more urgent later. Zombies squeezed in from the supermarket door that was only half open. Those who were able to move were stabbed to death by me who was hiding behind the door.The corpses of the zombies on the ground were piled up as high as half a person, which just happened to hinder the progress of other zombies.

For a moment, the fierce gunshots from downstairs mixed with those from upstairs, mixed with the hoarse howls of zombies, creating chaos.

In the middle of the journey, watching the zombies slow down, the few people followed the gap where no zombies came, and quickly reloaded the empty guns around them.

The sound of the wind outside suddenly stagnated, and a strange feeling quickly slid through my heart. I quickly poked my head out of the door to check, and suddenly opened my eyes wide--

I saw a group of zombies running out one after another from the surrounding alleys and residential buildings. They staggered and gradually gathered into a group, and they were excitedly heading towards the supermarket!

Pay attention, a large wave of zombies is coming ahead! !

I quickly knocked on the door and signaled them who were still loading bullets to hurry up, "shit!" Someone saw the situation outside from the gap in the shelf, cursed, and the speed of bullets in their hands became faster and faster.

But the more panicked they became, they saw a large wave of zombies quickly gathering at the door, one by one scrambling to squeeze in through the door. Even the pile of corpses half a person high on the ground could not stop their thirsty hearts, and their hands and feet did not move. The ground was trying to turn over the pile of corpses, the mouth was open on the rotten face, and the smelly saliva was flowing. The scene was very chaotic. Danny and the others were forced to watch this scene at close range. They were flustered by fear and lost the gun in their hands. Accurate, lost sight of the other, I have accidentally put several zombies in, I can only chase after them frantically with a knife, but finally kill them before the zombies run to the sniper, when I turn around, the zombies in the front actually Pushing the corpses to the sides a bit, they squeezed in one after another from the gap in the middle, and rushed straight towards the shelf viciously.

There was no one behind the shelves in the first row, but under the force of a few zombies, the shelves shook and fell towards the second row.

"Get out of the way!" Someone screamed in panic, and someone ran out from behind in a quick reaction, "bang", the first row of shelves knocked down the second row, and then knocked down the third row, like dominoes , a row of shelves fell down one by one, and in the chaos, someone howled in horror and misery, "My legs!!!"

At this time, the rest of the people were covering each other and wanted to hide upstairs. I thought everyone was safe and sound, and my heart skipped a beat when I heard the voice. When I took a closer look, I saw Danny's leg being crushed by layers of shelves. He was so tight that he wanted to drag his injured leg out, but he was still unable to move even though he was sweating profusely.

And a rotten zombie with white bones exposed was already drooling and greedily rushing towards him, less than two meters away from him!

"click"

At the critical moment, I lifted the knife like a javelin back then, and threw it fiercely at the zombie. The watermelon knife sharply pierced through the zombie's head and splashed a smear of blood, and the stiff body fell to the ground.

I quickly glanced around, and now there are only fifteen or six zombies entering the first floor of the supermarket, and the sporadic gunshots outside the door also prove that there are not many follow-up zombies; now most people have escaped safely to the second floor Go, except for the unlucky Danny whose leg was crushed, they are also supporting us with firepower, killing a lot of zombies.

I can properly hold the scene at this time!

With an estimate in my heart, I ran to Danny before the zombies, drew the knife from the head of the dead zombie, turned around and split a zombie's head in half, and a gust of wind was blowing beside me. Passing by, Danny yelled in horror and despair. Before I could turn around and swing the knife, I subconsciously stretched out my hand and grabbed the zombie's arm, dragging the person in front of me forcefully, and then offered another knife. The two zombies were so relaxed Solved it.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the other three zombies rushed over from three different directions. I was not able to kill them all at the same time, so I kicked one of them away with a kick, and then turned around and chopped one to death. Dead, when I turned around again, the zombie who was kicked by me stood up and tripped over the messy shelves, then jumped on it and dragged its stiff and heavy body, trying to stretch its sharp fingers and drag them slowly and firmly towards Danny crawled, Danny's face was pale and he kept screaming in terror, "No, don't come here, Jane help me!"

"Click"

The blade was inserted from the back of the head as lightly as tofu, pierced through the entire head, and then pierced out from the eye socket. The zombie died immediately and couldn't die anymore.

Stepping on the zombie's body, I took the knife from the zombie's head, "boo" was pulled out with the knife, a stream of blood splashed on the ground,

Holding my watermelon knife, I saw that it was covered with red, white and blood stains, it was disgusting.With a look of disgust, he wiped the knife clean on the clothes worn by the corpse, and then inserted it back into the scabbard neatly.

Looking up, Danny stared at me blankly with wide-eyed eyes. There were large patches of red and black blood splashed on his face, making him look like a bloody man.

I looked away guiltily, what, when I killed the zombie just now, I dodged the blood splattered before I cut the knife based on my experience. .

"Are you all right!"

At this time, all the zombies on the first floor have been dealt with, and a yellow-haired head protruded from the corner of the stairs, asking with concern.

The author has something to say: Thank you Mr. m1xm1n1 for the mine~ I will never open two pits at the same time again, hide your face