January 20, 2013 at 7: 30 in the morning, the phone's alarm woke Zhang Xiaoqiang up. After getting up, he went to the living room. As usual, he checked the remaining supplies. Five days ago, he risked his life to get more than half of the cabbage, four to five pounds of rice, and he ran out of cigarettes yesterday. Days without cigarettes made him, a veteran smoker, uncomfortable.
"Bang" came from the side of the security door.
Since five days ago, the zombies outside the door have been relentlessly destroying the iron door. Their desire and greed for flesh and blood made them like loyal dogs, constantly guarding outside his door.
The smell of corpses in the house became stronger. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang was already used to it.
Sometimes he subconsciously thought that only this smell was normal. Everything from before was slowly leaving him, leaving only the instinct to live.
Walking into the kitchen and turning on the induction cooker, he poured yesterday's leftover bacon rice into the frying pan along with the chopped cabbage and boiled it with water. After getting out of the pan, he divided it into two portions, one for the morning and one for the evening.
After eating breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the computer room's window as usual and looked at the zombies downstairs. He looked at the end of the road and looked at the dark, heavy, and dull sky. The obscure clouds brought with them a bit of cold air, suppressing his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
How he wished that at the end of the road there would suddenly appear a convoy, with a row of People's Liberation Army soldiers standing in the camouflaged carriages, using the guns in their hands to sweep away the despair of the world, driving those rotten zombies into hell, and letting him return to his previous days.
After all, a fantasy is a fantasy. The zombies are still wandering around, and Zhang Xiaoqiang still has to worry about food.
Returning to the living room, he put his hands on his head and prepared for today's physical training. As an otaku for a long time, his body slowly became weak. If he wanted to survive, he had to desperately improve his physical fitness. Now, even a little improvement is good.
"47" … "48" … "50" …
"Phew"!
Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath, both hands supporting the ground. He was too tired, he hadn't exercised like this for a long time.
Thinking that the zombies outside were still guarding outside and there was not much food left in the house, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, put his hands on his head and started again.
Putting the eight-pound hammer in the corner, he picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.
Two thousand frog jumps and swinging the eight-pound hammer 500 times made him very tired. Breakfast was almost digested, his stomach began to growl again.
Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Xiao Qiang was thinking about how to deal with the 6 zombies outside the door. He had left his shield outside the door. Without any defensive equipment, he would not be able to fight against the zombies. The anti-theft iron door was opened outwards. He could not block the door from inside the house. He would open the gap and deal with them one by one. After eating for a few days, he had the strength to fight 6 at a time.
Unable to think of a solution, Zhang Xiao Qiang hugged his head with both hands, his fingers scratching his scalp. No matter how hard he thought, he still couldn't come up with an idea. Seeing the Huang Guoshu cigarette box on the coffee table, he grabbed it out of habit and shook it before remembering that it was gone yesterday.
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He found a lighter and lit it up. After taking a puff, he leaned against the sofa and stared at the landline phone in a daze. He thought about how many months it had been since he paid the landline phone bill.
"Was it three or four months?"
"The pretty girl in the telecom office should have become a zombie. I still have more than 80 RMB in my phone. If I contribute to the telecom for nothing, wouldn't it be a big loss for me?"
His mind was full of random thoughts, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes unconsciously glanced at the phone line.
"Wait."
Phone line?
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the phone line again, an idea flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.
Staring at the phone line, his brain quickly turned.
"What else can a phone line do besides making calls?"
Drying clothes, drying blankets, tying things up, thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea, "Just use it as a rope …" He stood up and walked back and forth. He found a rope and tied it to the door handle, then he wouldn't have to worry about the zombies pushing the door open. He could open the door and kill the zombies one by one.
Zhang Xiao Qiang went to the storeroom and found a thin hemp rope. He tied one end to the iron railing on the window and left the other end 10 centimeters long to tie to the door handle. He couldn't use a hammer as a weapon, the space was too small to fully display it.
Zhang Xiao Qiang found a 1.5 meter long galvanized water pipe and compared it. He felt that it was too weak to deal with zombies.
He continued to look through his dad's toolbox and sighed.
Fortunately, his dad knew everything. In the 60's, he dug canals in the countryside. In the 70's, he became the director of a motor factory. Although there were only a dozen people, it was a collective enterprise. In the 80's, he opened a restaurant and was considered the first ten thousand yuan household in the small town!
Unfortunately, his dad liked to play, fishing and hunting. He didn't have the heart to do business.
Otherwise, he could have made a small fortune. His dad's fishing rod and hunting rifle were made by himself. There was a time when China was cracking down on guns. His dad was timid and threw the handmade flintlock into the Yangtze River. Although his dad left, his tools were left behind.
"Found it."
He found a triangular file. The file was about a foot long. It was left for a long time. The triangular file was black but it didn't rust. The quality of the 70's steel was guaranteed.
He used a knife to cut the wooden handle of the file into the water pipe.
After testing it, he was afraid that it wouldn't work. He used a nail to fasten the connection between the water pipe and the wooden handle. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about dropping the chain at a critical moment.
When everything was ready, Zhang Xiao Qiang stood behind the door and checked his equipment. His military coat had been washed clean, but it was a pity that it would get dirty again today. The water had stopped, and he didn't hope to drink it, but rather to wash his clothes!
His left hand held the homemade spear and his right hand opened the door.
"Bang" …
Zhang Xiaoqiang closed the door again. It was too smelly. The rotten smell of the zombies he killed a few days ago made him unable to open his eyes.
There was no mask at home. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a wool scarf to cover his mouth and nose. He sprinkled some toilet water on the scarf to make it look better.
He opened the door again. A black claw scratched his face. The owner of the claw was trying to squeeze in through the crack of the door.
This time he was prepared and didn't get scared. He carefully looked at the zombie.
The flesh on the zombie's claw tightened inward. All the joints were exposed. It was like the claws of an eagle towards him. The sharp nails with the dry fingers stretched back and forth.
The zombie desperately tried to squeeze its head into the crack of the door. The flesh on its face was the same as the claw. Its eyes were sunken and its prominent cheekbones rubbed against the iron door. It seemed to want to sharpen its head to get in.
Zhang Xiaoqiang held the spear with both hands. The top triangle of the triangular file stabbed into the zombie's eyes.
He held the water pipe tightly with both hands and used all his strength to push outwards. It was the first time he used the spear and he couldn't control the strength. He only knew to stab outwards. His mind was dizzy, but his body burst out a hidden blood in his bones. He was excited. He felt that all the zombies were nothing more than this. He could kill them all.
Two more claws scratched him from the crack of the door. The two claws shook in front of his eyes and woke him up.
He pulled out the spear head. The zombie's eye socket became a deep black hole. Black sticky blood slowly flowed out. The zombie fell on the zombie next to it first. It slowly fell to the ground. The head was facing him. There was no pupil in the white of the eye. There was a black hole with black blood flowing out.
The two extremes made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a chill in his heart.
"There are five more …" He said to himself. He didn't look at the dead zombie again.
He had never used a spear before and couldn't control the strength.
He used his extremely shallow spear technique to grind the remaining 5 zombies to death. When the last zombie fell to the ground, Chu Yunsheng's eyes lit up.
"Dang".
Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the spear and let it fall to the ground.