poor road [end times]

Feng Lin's studio is located on the twentieth floor of the office building.

The office buildings in the business circle are one after another, all of them are high-rise buildings with [-] or [-] floors. In addition, there are many large shopping malls, and a few steps away is the subway hub of the three lines.There are not a few people who work overtime on Saturdays in office buildings, and more people go shopping with family and friends in shopping malls on weekends, and the neighborhood is full of people.

When Feng Lin took the fire ax and chopped off the head of the first zombie, the first thing that came to his mind was not fear—it was the struggle between himself and himself in this huge urban forest with a population of tens of millions. The distance between Yang Yiqin is tens of thousands of heads.

When the emotions of caring and worry are at their peak, fear becomes irrelevant.

Although Wang Che on the side was scared and had a natural fear of cutting flesh and blood, but fortunately his hands and feet were very flexible. While using himself to lure the zombies, he did not forget to hit the sap.After all, the two were fighting zombies for the first time, and they had no experience in all aspects. The zombies in the company next door also ran over smelling of humans, which made it more difficult for them to break through the siege.

It wasn't until Wang Che became proficient that they cleared away the zombies blocking the door of the conference room.

After being spattered with blood, Wang Che truly regretted it.

Regretted that Feng Lin had to go to the banquet yesterday.

If I had known that he would go with another partner, Xiao Dong, why did he insist on coveting the development of the studio and coveting the popularity, begging his grandpa and grandma to join Xiao Dong together.

As Feng Lin said, if they hadn't asked Feng Lin to attend the banquet, Feng Lin wouldn't have been searched for by someone who didn't know where he came from. I can't think of coming to the company on the big weekend.

In this case, Wang Che, who is the instigator, will not be called to work overtime together...

As a result, they were trapped in the most prosperous area of ​​Jeonbuk City on the day of the zombie apocalypse.

Just outrageous!

There was a power outage in the office building, so they could only walk down the twenty floors safely through the stairwell—but even if there was an elevator, they would not take it, it was the most stupid way.There were two zombies blocking the door of the stairwell. The fire door was very thick. Although the door opened in the direction of evacuation, it was not pushed by the stiff jointed zombies.

They quickly dealt with the zombies.

Perhaps it was because of the quick response and ruthlessness of the two of them, walking all the way down from the [-]th floor, they only encountered four or five people who had escaped and mutated.The range of stairwells that can be used is small and there are many steps, which greatly limits the movement of zombies.

Feng Lin didn't spend much effort to deal with these zombies.

The only tricky thing was that there were nearly ten zombies in front of the front door of the stairway in the garage, filling the narrow space, and they would be surrounded once the door was opened.But given the current situation in the business circle, they must have a means of transportation to escape here.

It may be more dangerous outside the office building.

Wang Che's voice trembled: "...What, what should we do? The space is too small and the density of zombies is too high. If we rush out, we won't be able to run in time."

Feng Lin weighed the fire ax that was already in hand: "Then get out recklessly."

Wang Che: "..."

Mom, he is afraid.

The zombies had already smelled their breath through the crack of the door, and rushed towards the door one after another. One or two zombies might not be able to push the heavy door open, but ten zombies could squeeze it open with their weight.Wang Che quickly unlocked it, and the sound of zombies scratching on the door outside gave goosebumps.

Feng Lin: "Okay, get ready."

Seeing that Feng Lin was about to open the door, Wang Che hurriedly stopped him: "Open the door later! Let's plan the escape route first!"

Feng Lin looked at him: "What route? You don't remember where your car is?"

"Of course I remember." Wang Che nodded, "But I don't know what's going on in the garage. If we split up, I think we'll be gone. Let's find a car and run quickly. Is your car near the exit of the garage? "

"I didn't drive." Feng Lin said, "I came by bike today."

Wang Che: "..."

ride a bike?so far away?Anyway, take the subway!

But it's also very good, don't have to worry about which car to get on.

"My car is in the fifth parking space at the exit. Come and drive. You have played racing cars and have good skills." Wang Che threw the car keys to Feng Lin, then silently clenched the thing in his hand, and let out a deep breath. Tone, "Okay, open the door, I'm ready!"

So they really went out.

Fortunately, there are not many zombies wandering in the garage, and the zombies will not make sharp turns and be blocked by densely packed cars.In order to save time and safety, they jumped on the roof of the car, used the strength they had during the physical test, sprinted and jumped all the way without stopping, and finally successfully arrived at the location of the car.

The moment he sat in the car and closed the door, Wang Che almost cried.

- It's safe!temporary!

With heavy eyes, Feng Lin put the fire ax on the co-pilot.Only at this time did he have the opportunity to take out his mobile phone and check the communication signal.

Almost at the same time he picked up his cell phone, a crisp ringtone echoed in the car.

"Huh? Whose phone is it?" Wang Che wondered, "Communication is restored? Is the signal in the underground garage so good?"

"Shut up!" Feng Lin's voice was extremely low, but he could hear a slight tremor, "...it's him."

This is Yang Yiqin's exclusive ringtone.

He almost tremblingly pressed the answer button.

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After throwing away the bus and the zombies, Yang Yiqin re-planned the route after danger arose.Fortunately, this time, no dangerous incidents were encountered, and the journey was unimpeded.

The outer suburbs really showed its advantages. After the rainstorm, the road was empty and wide, and it was getting closer and closer to the destination Chang'an Road.

Yang Yiqin was multitasking, driving cautiously while summarizing the characteristics of zombies so far in his heart.Although the number of zombies seen so far is still too small to be worth mentioning compared with the urban population of tens of millions, each sample may have important reference value.

For example, is the behavior of the driver zombie driving a short-term muscle memory during the process of mutation and dying of consciousness, or will it retain this special skill for a long time; is it a rare individual difference, or is it universal...

Different conclusions on these issues will have completely different impacts on the survival of human beings in the future.

Yang Yiqin asked Liu Decheng: "Did the driver get bitten when you fled the bus?"

"It should be. Anyway, he was not injured before." Liu Decheng replied, "When someone mutated, the car was in a mess, and he didn't have time to run."

It seems that the mutation time is about the same as that of the zombie dog, both within half an hour.

A short incubation period is a good thing, as it can avoid many hidden crises.

The two chatted for a while, and Yang Yiqin found a car parked crookedly on the side of the road. The driver in the car was probably the first batch of mutants. There were no wounds on his body, his body was restrained by a seat belt, and he was waving his arms out of the car window.

"Just this one." Yang Yiqin said, "Let's get off."

Hearing this, Liu Decheng swallowed his saliva, seeing that the other party took out the key and got out of the car first, so he got down shyly.

With the help of Yang Yiqin, Liu Decheng solved the zombies for the first time in his life.

"That's enough." Yang Yiqin gave him a map, "Let's separate here."

Liu Decheng took the map, bowed to him, and sincerely thanked him for the umpteenth time: "Thank you, thank you so much! My hometown is in Liangxiang City, Beihe Province. If we can meet again by fate, I will definitely repay you!"

Bac Ha?

The two were actually from the same province, and the two small cities were not too far apart, within two hours' drive, but neither of them spoke Mandarin with a local accent, so they didn't recognize each other.

But Yang Yiqin didn't say anything.

People who meet by chance are hard to meet again in peacetime, let alone in the crisis-ridden end times.

If you can survive, even if you are destined.

After a little farewell, the two cars headed in opposite directions.

Yang Yiqin never gave up contacting Feng Lin, and after he was safe, he would call the other party's mobile number every few moments.Since the parents can get through the phone, it means that at least at this stage the communication base station has not lost its role.

There is still hope.

"Squeak!"

The car drove about another kilometer, and the phone that had been busy for countless times before suddenly vibrated twice.

— connected.

Yang Yiqin almost stepped on the brakes.

All of a sudden, both sides of the phone were quiet as if the air was stagnant, only the sound of breathing became heavier and more urgent.

Finally, a hoarse, trembling voice came from the other end——

"Qinqin."

Yang Yiqin felt relieved, heat welled up in the corners of his eyes, his throat was dry and tense, and he found it extremely difficult to utter a single syllable.

"Feng Lin."

"Well, I'm here."

"Where are you going?"

"Chang'an Road, Tonghuayuan Community."

"It's the same as I thought, so I'm on my way to cut Hu."

Both of them had the same tone of conversation as usual.

"Also," Yang Yiqin said with a smile in his hoarse voice, "I've said it before, I'll beat you up if I hear you call that nickname again, I won't soften my heart."

"Qinqin, Qinqin, Qinqin—" Feng Lin called out three times, his voice dull and persistent, "You beat me up, I'm not afraid of pain."

"After we meet."

"Well, after we meet."

So, be sure to meet.

very nice.

As I thought, you are still alive and well.