C5 Road

The four of us stood at the entrance, waiting for San Mao and Dao Ba to open the door. I turned my head to look, Uncle Feng and Aunt Chen were already in the garden tending to their vegetables, when Uncle Feng saw me looking back at him, he raised his hand and waved it at me. I raised my right hand high above my head and gave him a thumbs up.

The door slowly opened and the sunlight shone down on my face, causing my vision to darken a little.

"Let's go!" Lv, who was beside me, let out a light cry and pushed the wheelbarrow out first. The muzzle of his 95 Model Rifle flashed under the sun.

I felt for the machete tied around my left waist, gripped the crowbar in my hand, and hurried to keep up.

"Don't be afraid, there won't be a group of Zombie in this kind of place." After walking for a few minutes, I couldn't help but ask Yang Yufan who was looking around carefully.

"You … You, you, you … "How do you know?" Yang Yufan had just joined our small team a few days ago, and he was obviously shocked when he left the battlefield for the first time today.

"Everyone knows, only you don't." Lin Hao said. In his hand, he held a metal pole that was around two metres long, which was welded with steel bars to form a circular arc. It looked like the Crescent Moon Shovel that the Sand Monk used in Journey to the West.

"I, I …" I am not... "It's not like he hasn't come out yet …" Yang Yufan said in embarrassment. When the Zombie crisis broke out, he was holed up in his house, blacking out while playing online games. It was only after a month did he feel that something was wrong when the electricity turned off and the water was cut off that he could no longer leave his house. Fortunately, his father owned a snack bar and his house was also used as a warehouse. He stored a lot of snacks, beverages, instant noodles, and other food in his storage, allowing him to survive for the next two months. When we found him, his first words were, "Do you have pickles?" Therefore, it could be said that he knew nothing about the situation outside.

Lin Hao opened his mouth and laughed.

I frowned and hurried a few steps away from them. I don't want to make friends with them, I don't want to know their past, I don't want to know what kind of people they are, I don't even want to know their names, that way, when the Zombie bites them, I can leave without turning back, and only then can I not feel that heart-wrenching pain … At the start of our team, there were more than twenty people, and now, people are constantly dying and joining in. Until today, there are only twelve people left, and the only ones remaining from the very beginning, other than Uncle Feng and Auntie Chen who took us in, are me, Lv, and San Mao.

I don't want to be friends!

We reached the river and I took down the four liters of mineral water buckets that I had hung from my belt. I knelt on the bank and filled the bucket with water. Beside us was the bridge across the river that had been blown up at the waist, and where the deck had been broken, the steel bars were twisted malevolently, like some terrible monster.

I have to be very careful of those water corpses, now we can be sure that the Zombie does not need any oxygen, they do not need to breathe, they will not die even if they stay underwater for a long time. They will lurk in the water like crocodiles, and when we reach the shore to retrieve water or clean it, they will suddenly come out of the water and drag us into the water.

According to this, some people said that Zombie s were intelligent. They said that they would act like tigers and lions, hiding their bodies and waiting for their prey to approach them. But I don't think so. I think they just happen to be washed into that particular position by the current, because no sound or smell stimulates them to enter some sort of dormant state, and when people put their hands in the water and hit the water, it's like pressing the keyboard of a computer in a dormant state and waking them up in an instant.

We filled all the buckets with water and moved them to a sunny spot on the shore so that the sun could shine. We will bring these buckets with us on the way back so that they can precipitate in the sun for a day, so that they can be drunk even if they are not fully boiled. Even though drinking water like this won't make you turn into a Zombie, but most of the meat on the Zombie's body has already rotted, and it's unknown how many pathogenic bacteria are hidden. My first two companions drank the raw water from this place, and they died from spitting on the water. This is also the main reason why we haven't been able to get enough safe drinking water, because we don't have enough fuel to boil the water.

We continued on our way, and carefully made our way through the ruins by the river bank. A large scale war had broken out here, and many houses had collapsed into rubble, but the strongest fighting force of humans was nothing in front of the Zombie. Just like Lv said, "Weapons? The most important thing is that the Zombie are not trying to defeat you, they are trying to take you over. They are trying to change you and make you the same as them, so that any kind of deterrence is useless against it! "" No, no. I feel that when Lv said this, he sounded like a philosopher … Although his true identity should be a thief.

"Watch your step, don't let the crawling corpses bite you!" Lv turned and said to us.

Crawling corpses referred to Zombie s whose legs were injured and who had lost their ability to walk. They would only crawl on the ground, although they weren't too much of a threat, but when you weren't paying attention, they would quietly come close to you like snakes, giving you a taste of their legs, especially in such a wasteland, where some Zombie's walls would be broken, beams, etc., and even just their heads would be exposed. They seemed to be covered in dirt, motionless, as if they were completely dead, but as soon as you got near them, they would suddenly come alive, and as you were touched by their teeth, even if it was just a scratch, at least twenty-four hours, and after seven days, they would be like you.

We carefully avoided the ruins. On the road behind us, there was a tank that was parked alone, its body was covered in rust, the machine gun on it had already been dismantled. I saw that a few new clumps of grass had grown out from the tank tracks.

A soldier in camouflage clothes was sitting directly in front of the tank, leaning against a track. There was a large hole in his temple, and some of the flesh on his face had rotted away to reveal dark-gray bones. Every time I passed by, I would look at him and see his body slowly rot away. I felt that it was also a kind of happiness to be able to rot away so peacefully.

There was a large shopping mall behind the ruins, but that wasn't our goal. During the early stages of the crisis, there were too many people rushing into the shopping mall, supermarket, food and oil market to snatch food and water. As a result, they sent ammunition to the Zombie.

What we're looking for is an undamaged community. Of course, there were also Zombie s in there, but most of them were locked in rooms, so it was much easier to deal with them alone. Of course, the best ones were the small shops that were well-preserved in some small districts, it was very likely that there was a large amount of food inside, and the better ones were the temporary warehouses in these small shops. These places were not known to the public, so as long as they could find one, they would have a great harvest. For example, in Yang Yufan's house, we found out the address through a delivery list at a small shop.