Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground, his whole body curled up into a ball.
He took out the instant noodles and used his teeth to bite open the packaging, and ate it with water.
After eating five or six bags, he finally recovered. He rubbed his clenched right hand and summed up today's gains and losses.
"A thousand days at home is good, but half a day outside is hard!"
The danger he encountered today was more than he had encountered in the previous half of his life. Even the last time he fought with the mutated cat was too much.
The ups and downs made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel very tired.
Zhang Xiaoqiang also somewhat admired himself. He was able to escape several times from certain death situations. The zombies and the tank-like D2 didn't cause him too much damage.
It only gave him a little scratch on his forehead.
"Could it be that I also have the potential to be a pig's trotter?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought happily.
"Bang …" The maintenance door on the roof was knocked open, and a shadow came over.
The sky was already dark, and the roof was pitch black, so he couldn't see anything clearly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know if that zombie was one of the zombies downstairs.
He pulled out his spear and went forward. Just as he was about to get close, he tripped over the support of a solar water heater and fell to the ground. "Haven't you played with me enough today?" Zhang Xiao Qiang cursed the heavens.
The spear in his hand stabbed towards the zombie, but he was lying on the ground and couldn't use his strength. The spear stabbed into the zombie's calf.
Slightly blocking the zombie's advance, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to kneel on the ground, and put the spear between the zombie's calf.
The zombie lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.
"Whoosh …" Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the spear out of the zombie's head.
During the time he killed the zombie, no other zombies came up to the roof, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel slightly relieved.
The roof was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He took out his lighter and wanted to light a fire to see the zombie's appearance. Unfortunately, the wind was too strong, so he couldn't light the fire.
Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out a hammer and dragged the zombie's chin into the stairwell.
He closed the wooden door leading to the rooftop, blocking out the bone-chilling wind outside.
He took out a lighter and lit it up. With the weak flame, he saw the zombie's face.
This was a female zombie. Her face was so dark and skinny that it was impossible to see her original face. Her clothes were not damaged. She was wearing a bright red down jacket and a pair of scrub jeans. "She should have been quite young when she was alive." Zhang Xiaoqiang concluded.
Zhang Xiaoqiang came to the seventh floor and smashed the door with a hammer, but there was no response.
He touched the wall and walked down. He was not afraid of the zombies in the stairwell. He stayed upstairs for so long that the zombies should have been attracted by him. The blood on his body was their navigation light.
When he reached the stairs of the fourth floor, he stepped on something soft. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was so scared that the hairs on his body stood up. He had goosebumps all over his body!
Not being able to see made him afraid. This fear of the unknown was more than his fear of the D2.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took two steps back and sat on the stairs. He took out a lighter and shone it on Zhang Xiaoqiang. The weak flame was flickering due to the rapid breathing.
A milky white woman's satchel was quietly lying on the stairs.
He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the satchel.
There were a bunch of keys, a wallet, some foundation, mascara, nail clippers, eyebrow pencils and other cosmetics. He picked up the wallet and opened it. Inside there was an ID card, a few bank cards, and a few hundred dollar bills.
On the ID card was a young and pretty woman smiling, "Cao Xiuyun, 12 May 1984". This should have been abandoned by the zombies killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang!
"She should live here. One of the keys must be the door key." He was glad that he didn't have to spend the night on the cement floor.
"Pa …" He threw the lighter on the ground. It burned for too long and it was a bit hot.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took out another one from the satchel. He went down to the fourth floor and tried the key. "No". He went down to the third floor. "Not yet".
"Could it be upstairs?" He went back to the fifth floor. "Ka", the security door was opened. He carefully entered the living room.
The living room was very big and the decorations were relatively simple. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a flashlight on the antique shelf. He tried it and it worked.
He used the flashlight to look around. This family had three bedrooms and one living room. There was a master bedroom, a study room, and a children's room.
In the children's room, there was a little boy's dried corpse. The boy was about five or six years old. He was so skinny that he looked like a mummy.
"He should have starved to death." Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't look anymore and walked out.
There were too many tragedies in the apocalypse. Who knew if it would happen to him tomorrow?
He also didn't have the mood to be sentimental. He was constantly struggling for survival. "Too tired!" Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the master bedroom and lay down on the spacious Simmons bed. He closed his eyes.
That night, he slept in someone else's bed. There was a dried corpse next door, but he didn't care.
The morning light shone on Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids. He opened his eyes in a trance. It was as if he was still lying on his own bed. He saw the unfamiliar living room, the unfamiliar curtains, and the unfamiliar quilt.
He remembered that he was sleeping in a stranger's house. He remembered the dried corpse next door. He remembered how he escaped death again and again yesterday.
Zhang Xiaoqiang got off the bed. His body was faintly aching. His stomach began to growl, reminding him that he needed to replenish his energy.
He walked to the kitchen. The floor was filled with all kinds of snack wrappers and yogurt bottles. Standing in the kitchen was like standing on a pile of garbage.
He opened the fridge. All kinds of ingredients were neatly arranged. Because of the long time, most of them had gone bad.
There was still a lot of frozen meat and sausages in the freezer. The power didn't last long. The ice hadn't melted yet.
Zhang Xiaoqiang also found a lot of rice, flour, corn flour, mung bean flour, and other coarse grains in the kitchen cabinet.
"Kids these days!
They are spoiled. When I was his age, I could cook rice with fried eggs. "Zhang Xiaoqiang found it funny that the little boy was starving to death while guarding rice and flour.
This family used natural gas. He tried it, but it didn't work. The gas should have been cut off.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked around the kitchen. He found a small gas tank in the corner behind the cabinet. "Good luck."
He opened the fire. "Pow …" The blue flame ignited.
He used the leftover ingredients in the fridge to make a sumptuous breakfast.
A pot of rice that was enough for 7 to 8 people, as well as all the other dishes, were devoured by him.
He rubbed his stomach and burped. "I've become a rice bucket?" It was somewhat unbelievable.
He touched his forehead. The wound from yesterday had already scabbed.
Zhang Xiaoqiang used the bucket of water in the living room to take a shower. He changed into the clean clothes of the male owner of the house.
He spread out the flour in the kitchen and cooked all the sausages. He put them in a bag and put them in his backpack.
He went downstairs until he reached the first floor.
He saw the densely packed zombies outside the public security door. The zombies smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's scent. They reached their arms through the gap between the bars and waved at him.
The zombies outside the iron gate were pushed aside. A tall figure was revealed.
"D2!" Zhang Xiao Qiang groaned out 2 words.
"Bang …" The iron gate was slightly deformed. He turned and ran upstairs.