Wanyu Group office building, dormitory area on the third floor.

The stairs on both sides were tightly blocked by various furniture, and the gaps were filled with quilts and clothes.

"It's so boring, who wants to play?"

A young woman who looked to be in her thirties, with a plump figure and still good looks, looked frivolously at the men who were lying on their stomachs looking out the window.

The middle-aged man with a Mediterranean look turned around and said, "Tongtong, there are so many people here, don't talk nonsense."

The young woman Qi Tong was lying on the sofa. After hearing this, she spat, "It's the end of the world, why bother? Come on, who's coming?"

Mediterranean choked, waved his hand, and continued to look at the scenery.

It was as if there was some peerless beauty outside the window that attracted him.

Another man in his 30s, wearing a wrinkled Brazilian suit, seemed a little moved, "It doesn't look good with so many people. I prefer two people."

Qi Tong impatiently interrupted the man in the suit, "Okay, I've come here every time I'm not just having fun, you're the only one with a lot to do!"

The man in the suit was a little angry when he heard this, "Don't spit on me!"

"Then come on! Humph, what kind of formation have I never seen before?"

Several men nearby looked over with interest. The man in the suit was a little embarrassed to get off the stage.

"Gan! Come on, come on!"

When Qi Tong heard this, he licked his lips with satisfaction, showing the charm of a mature young woman.

The thirty-year-old young woman in a suit killed the man in a few blows and was completely defeated.

The man in the suit surrendered and begged for mercy.

Qi Tong proudly restored the chess piece to its original position and looked at the other two people provocatively.

"Who wants to come again?"

Mediterranean turned his head and continued to look at the scenery. The young man in his 20s scratched his head.

"Ahem. I'll go next door to see what they are doing."

"It's boring, there's no one I can beat."

The young man looked ashamed, glanced at the plump Qi Tong, and swallowed.

Why don't you call me to join you tonight?

There are a total of 11 dormitories on the third floor, and most of the beds, cabinets, sofas, etc. have been pulled to block the corridor.

Therefore, there are only one or two beds left in the 11 houses. These remaining Wanyu Group employees each live with the people they trusted most before the end of the world.

Of course, there are also ways to secretly change beds, change people, or even share beds at night.

"Woo~ho!"

Everyone in the room was shocked. This was the sound of a zombie discovering its target!

"It's broken. Is it loose somewhere?"

The people in the room were restless, and a young, clean and capable woman came out from the middle room.

You can't tell her age. Her face is as delicate and tender as a girl in her 20s, but she also has the grace and charm of a 30-year-old woman.

The body is plump and the curves are exaggerated.

With this appearance, Japanese talent scouts would say "si ko yi" when they saw it. A "widow" series would definitely be a hit!

Qi Tong, who was setting up the chess stall, glanced at Shang Qian, then secretly glanced at himself, and sighed:

"I checked my eyes, you are the one person that everyone can't catch"

He still dresses himself neatly in the apocalypse. He is indeed not an ordinary person.

A group of men and women came out of the room. More than 20 people stood together, vaguely surrounding Shang Qian.

"Mr. Shang, look at this."

Shang Qian's face was tense and her voice was crisp,

"Each of you take your sheets and quilts to check the stairs. First, look for any air leakage, and then thicken them."

Everyone else showed embarrassment, "But...it's almost winter, and if there are too few quilts, people will freeze to death."

"Yeah yeah"

"Hey, I can't eat enough to last much longer. Just live one day at a time."

Others are silent,

Everyone knew clearly that the thing blocking the stairs not only blocked the zombies, but also blocked them.

This is chronic suicide.

Shang Qian sighed, "Let's block it for now, the government will come to rescue us."

A gradually desperation began to spread in this small dormitory area.

Shang Qian frowned slightly and found that several male employees began to look at her strangely.

Relying on the prestige of the previous company and some subsequent means,

Shang Qian maintained his leadership position because people have hope.

The trust in the government for so many years has left the social moral binding force on everyone.

But what if we don’t get rescue from the government?

You're going to die, why don't you go crazy? Do something you wanted to do before but couldn't?

No one noticed the strong but taciturn security guard, whose eyes gradually darkened.

There are zombies!

Shen Jin saw a withered and pus-filled hand scratching the wall and clawing downwards.

It must have been that the noise that Shen Jin made just now was too loud, and it alerted the zombies on the second floor.

"Since there are zombies, let's leave quickly."

Without any intention of confronting the zombies, Shen Jin chose to continue with Voldemort.

Muran.

Shen Jin was stunned when he saw a zombie wearing a small skirt walking down from the second floor.

is her!

The big white legs that were once talked about by the entire company are now full of blood, as thin as firewood, and covered with a lot of green moss.

It makes people want to rub it off her just by looking at it.

Shen Jin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had touched a piece of clean soil in his heart.

He took out a cigarette from the package, put it on the tip of his nose and took a long puff.

"I remember the last time I saw you was when I was going to leave my job. Yes, it was also here.

You gave me an extra week's salary without telling the boss.

Hehe, at that time, I thought you were really cute, kind, and a little silly.

How did I say goodbye to you then?

With your legs, I can play for a year, ahem, that’s probably what it means,

In your blushing and angry voice, I laughed and turned around and left here."

Shen Jin put the cigarette in his mouth and closed his eyes. The appearance of the young lady at the front desk appeared in front of his eyes.

After the end of the world, he never dared to think about what his former classmates, friends, mentors, and ambiguous girls were like.

Because in this way, you can continue to be happy and happy without being tied down.

"But after all, 80% of people have become zombies"

The scene of the fight at the front desk that day seemed to slide before my eyes.

"Goodbye, little sister. All I can do is show you kindness!"

Shen Jin opened his eyes and put away the cigarette, his eyes showing something rarely seen at ordinary times.

Shen Jin took out his shovel and shouted softly to the long-legged girl who once remembered the sweet smile:

"bring it on!"

Woo~woo

The female zombie had obviously discovered Shen Jin and rushed towards him with a low voice.

Shen Jin held a shovel in each hand, his hands were so fast that there were even some afterimages.

"Great Burial Technique!"

The dirty zombies flying over, covered in dense green moss, can make people with trypophobia go into shock on the spot.

thump!

The zombies who fell into the pit screamed and tried to get up.

A pile of clay models sank into his hand and fell, drowning the female zombie.

The floor tiles in the backpack were re-paved. The ground was no different from before. No one knew that there was a hazy beauty buried inside.

Shen Jin sighed and got back into the hole before the zombies rushed down from the second floor.

Everyone on the third floor listened to the zombies roaring and running below, and spent the whole afternoon in panic.

Leaning against the Mediterranean Sea by the window, I kept observing with a telescope.

Shang Qian wrinkled her straight nose, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "Mr. Wang, have you noticed anything?"

The woman playing chess was impatient and asked: "Are the government troops coming? Are there tanks and artillery? Are we saved?"

The King of the Mediterranean rubbed the source of his wisdom, opened his mouth, and then closed it.

"I haven't seen anyone yet. However, something seems to be passing by. All the zombies on the second floor have gone to the first floor."

He stood at the most prominent window on the third floor and could see most of the situation on the second floor.

Everyone gathered around the window for a discussion.

No one noticed that the strong security guard sneaked into Shang Qian's room while everyone else was paying attention outside the window.

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