Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up early in the morning and looked out the window. The sky was hazy and a cold breeze brushed past his face.
It caused a slight ripple in his heart.
Zhang Xiao Qiang had moved 3 times, and this was the place he had lived in for the longest time. He had spent half his life here, and he had thought that it would be the same for the rest of his life. It was a pity that the heavens were playing tricks on him, and he had no choice but to give it up today.
After packing his belongings, he checked his weapons and put on his clothes. Before leaving, he patrolled the house for the last time and memorized everything in the house. He did not know if he would come back or what kind of predicament he would face in the future. From the living room to the kitchen, all the way to the bedroom, Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the computer and sighed. "In the future, there will be no computer and no internet. I will forever say goodbye to the title of otaku."
Next to the computer was a plastic bottle containing a cockroach. The cockroach was still playing dead at the bottom of the bottle and seemed to be unaware of what was happening outside the bottle. Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the bottle and shook it lightly. The cockroach was shaken and crawled to find a way out.
Two months without food and water did not affect it at all.
Zhang Xiao Qiang was suddenly enlightened, the cockroach was so lowly, so insignificant, but in the face of desperation, it behaved calmly, conserving every bit of energy in its body, reducing its consumption to the minimum, silently waiting for an opportunity to escape.
Although it was the cockroach's natural instinct, it was the cockroach's instinct that made him admire it. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly had hope for the future and was no longer at a loss.
"I will follow the cockroach's example and live like a cockroach in the apocalypse." Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.
He unscrewed the lid and poured out the cockroach. Watching the cockroach quickly crawl to the corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang prayed in his heart, "I hope you can live on."
Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the iron door and looked at the house one last time before walking out.
The iron door was locked, and the key was hung on a thin string around his neck, tightly pressed against his chest. It would carry Zhang Xiao Qiang's spiritual sustenance in the future, it would be his spiritual home.
On March 27th, 2013, three months and almost ninety days after the apocalypse, Zhang Xiaoqiang left home to face the future of the apocalypse.
The mutated cat's corpse on the platform had already been burned to ashes by him. The air was filled with a burnt smell mixed with the stench of a corpse. The concrete floor was littered with zombie corpses. Zhang Xiaoqiang was too lazy to care about them and walked downstairs. Although the zombie horde had dispersed yesterday, there were still more than 40 zombies wandering around in the garden.
Zhang Xiaoqiang went downstairs, beside him were more than a dozen zombies that had their bones broken by the group of zombies. These zombies faced him, their mouths opened and closed, as if they wanted to bite him, but they had no strength to get up.
He stepped over the zombies on the ground and walked towards the path leading to the street.
He used the MP9 military sniper crossbow to take care of the zombies that were blocking his way.
After being hunted by the two mutated dogs, plus the zombies that he killed on the platform yesterday, as well as the dozens of zombies that were left in the garden downstairs, there were now less than a hundred zombies within a kilometer of the street. On average, there was one every ten meters.
The street leading to the city center was already blocked. The end of the street leading to the outside of the city. It might take three or four hours to walk out of the city. There would definitely be zombies on the road. Although the population density was low, there were still tens of thousands!
Now he could only take one step at a time.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was in the middle of the street. He only needed to face the less than 50 zombies on the road leading to the end of the street. Looking at the nearly 50 zombies, he was a little distressed about the remaining steel balls. Although he found about one and a half pounds of steel balls, there was one less that could be used. At least he couldn't kill a zombie with one ball.
Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully walked along the street. He sprinkled some white wine on his body. The pungent smell of the wine made him feel a little dizzy. "If I knew this day would come, I would have trained my alcohol tolerance."
Zhang Xiaoqiang carried the sniper crossbow. He walked on his tiptoes. From time to time, he carefully bypassed the glass fragments on the ground. The spear was inserted into the leather buckle on the side of his backpack. The spear head pointed upwards. The end of the spear occasionally knocked on his calf. The smell of the white wine made the zombies unable to smell his scent from more than 30 meters away. Unfortunately, they couldn't smell him within 30 meters.
Zhang Xiaoqiang bypassed the zombies one by one. He was careful not to disturb them. It felt like a real-life version of the "Allied Death Squad" single-player game.
When he encountered a zombie that he couldn't avoid, he would slowly approach it within 30 meters. When it approached Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would use the sniper crossbow to shoot it at close range.
At the end of the street, he didn't know how many zombies wanted to eat him. Zhang Xiaoqiang could only try to save every bit of energy.
In case there was an unknown danger.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang shot the eleventh zombie, he finally stood at the crossroads at the end of the street. "Bitter!" He looked up at the sky and sighed. It wasn't easy to get here. The scene in front of him made him want to cry but have no tears.
After the crossroads, straight ahead was the main road leading out of the city.
A heavy Dong Feng dump truck was on its side on the road. Behind the eight-meter long body, there were countless large trucks blocking the road.
The left side of the street was filled with building materials warehouses. It could lead to the development zone. The development zone was filled with factories. Any factory had thousands of employees. Now they must have all become zombies.
Zhang Xiaoqiang going there wasn't looking for a way out. He was looking for death.
The right side of the street was filled with all kinds of small restaurants. It could lead to the container port company by the river.
The zombies on the street were no less than the zombies behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. He could only bite the bullet and go to the street leading to the river.
The density of zombies here was much higher than before. Zhang Xiaoqiang had to spend a lot of effort to walk. Sometimes he had to deal with more than two zombies at the same time. His method of killing zombies became more skilled. He didn't wait for zombies to get close. He would shoot them from afar. He even killed two D-type zombies. His luck was good. He didn't encounter S-type zombies. He didn't care about the strength type D-type zombies. They weren't fast, so he had time to aim.
He was a bit afraid of S-type zombies. They were too fast. If he wasn't careful, he could be hurt. As long as he was hurt, he would become the same as it.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to become a zombie.
Halfway through, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped by a tall glass window to rest.
With a "Crash" sound, the glass on the ground was shattered, accompanied by the flying glass shards, a tall D-type jumped to Zhang Xiao Qiang's side, a huge right claw swinging towards him. He quickly ducked his head, the claw carried a gust of air as it swung over his head, hitting the spear on his backpack. A huge force came from the spear, the strong kinetic energy caused him to fall to the ground, then the D-type bent down, its left claw swinging down towards him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang hastily rolled to the side. "Pu", the claw fell on the ground and brought up a cement brick. The fine sand under the brick flew everywhere. Countless grains of sand fell on his head and into his collar. Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned by the zombie's attack. He just kept rolling on the ground. The military water bottle on his back hit the ground with a "Dang" sound. He rolled to the back of the zombie. He pulled out the iron hammer from his backpack and used all his strength to smash the D-type's ankle bone.
"Peng … …" A huge rebounding force came, the hammer was shaken high up, almost flying out of Zhang Xiao Qiang's palm. The muscles on his palm felt like they were being torn apart, it was burning hot.
A large foot was about to step on him. He did not dare to deal with the D-Type anymore and rolled towards the side of the river with all his might, until he bumped into a car that was parked by the side of the road. He climbed up from the ground, feeling dizzy. The D-Type was walking towards him. Behind the D-Type, countless zombies were rushing out from the broken floor-to-ceiling window. At least 4 S-Types were running past the D-Type towards him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a strong urge to pee. He shouted in fear. He turned around and ran towards the river. After running two or three steps, he saw countless zombies slowly surrounding him. It must have been the sound of the broken glass that attracted the attention of the zombies below. He was surrounded by zombies.