Feeling the urge to urinate, Feng Jing opened his eyes with difficulty. The residual light from under the curtains told him that a new day had already begun.
He raised his right hand and rubbed his temples on both sides to relieve the nausea and headache caused by the hangover.
"It is said that fake wine is harmful to people, but real wine is also very uncomfortable. I will never drink it again!" Feng Jing took a sip of water from the water glass and complained weakly.
He went to the bathroom to get water and scrubbed his lower face vigorously. He suppressed his nausea and drank two cartons of milk. He drank the black bananas and sat on the sofa in a daze.
Half an hour later, Feng Jing came to his senses after remembering that he still had a younger brother to save. He put on his equipment and went out. He only remembered to grab a rope when he stepped out of the door.
After being fully prepared, I came to the first floor, untied the rope, pressed the access control switch habitually and pushed the door out.
Before he had taken two steps, he caught a glimpse of Wang Tao sticking his head out, waving the white T-shirt he saw yesterday. Unfortunately, the shirt was too big and not good-looking enough.
After a closer look, the number above was replaced by a big "6".
"You kid, you didn't say "Come on" and write two more words. You just reversed what you said yesterday. Young man, you must be lazy!"
Feng Jing was still complaining silently in his heart. When he was almost downstairs, he noticed that Wang Tao looked anxious or even frightened.
I just woke up a little late, and it’s not like I won’t come to save you, so why worry—there’s a situation!
Feng Jing, who felt something was wrong, didn't have time to think about it. There was a loud "bang" and a glass bottle fell from the sky and landed in front of him, splashing water all over him.
Without giving him a chance to look up for the perpetrator, a large group of zombies rushed toward him at the corner of Building 5, led by the security zombie.
Feng Jing, who was shocked and angry a second ago and suffering from the hangover, was so frightened by this scene that he completely woke up. He didn't care to confirm the number of zombies, shook off the rope from his shoulders, turned around and ran away.
But what he saw when he turned around made his legs weaken again, and he almost threw the ax and shield in his hand, and there were others behind him!
At this time, Wang Tao's urgent cry was also heard from above: "Brother Feng, be careful behind you!"
Three to five zombies surrounded him from Unit 2 of Building 5 and Building 6 respectively, and he had no time to observe those farther away.
Only then did he realize what he had just overlooked. The access control system failed and the building door opened automatically without making any sound.
Has the backup battery run out of power after just over a day? Gan!
With no time to deal with the zombies in front of him, Feng Jing could only try his best to use his body, ax and shield to break through the zombies' obstruction. Once he stopped, he would not be able to escape the zombies' mouth even if he opened Wushuang.
He dodged the attack of a zombie and opened the door of the unit. The zombies poured in after him. Feng Jing felt the breath of the zombies behind him and could only continue running upstairs.
After crossing the blockade and arriving on the second floor, Feng Jing bent down to take a breath and glanced at the group of corpses left behind. He still had a second or two to think.
Fight or flight?
After exhaling, Feng Jing stepped forward and used his shield to block the zombie's bite. He ignored the outstretched arm and used his ax to attack with all his strength.
The zombies were so crowded that he was hit with every blow, killing them with every move. After more than ten blows in a row, the five zombies at the front had their heads mutilated and died.
This also caused a new problem. The dead zombies continued to stay in front of him and did not fall down. Feng Jing could not cut down the zombies behind him.
Considering that the blockade could break at any time, Feng Jing swung his ax twice, leaving stumps and broken arms on the ground, and retreated to the next line of defense.
In this way, he retreated from the battle to the third and a half floors. Feng Jing bent down and held his knees to take a deep breath. Looking at the still dense zombies below, he realized that a difficulty was coming - the blockade was not enough!
Since the first battle, in order to facilitate the transportation of materials from upstairs, he had already taken down the blockades above the fifth floor and moved them downstairs. He did not arrange them again later. The six cordons downstairs were normally enough.
Each blockade can kill at least 2-3 zombies, which is enough to deal with most situations. I didn't expect that the slap in the face would come so quickly.
In addition, another problem is also restricting him, physical strength!
He wasn't sure which one was bigger, the gap between zombies and him or the gap between generals and soldiers. He probably thought it was the latter. There weren't many generals who could kill dozens of people in one formation, let alone him.
He didn't have time to think too much. The next wave of zombies came up again. Feng Jing stood up and continued to chop. Various liquids were splashed all over the stairwell, and the sound of "puff" kept echoing.
His efforts did not slow down the zombies. When he retreated to the door of his house, there was no blockade to provide any hindrance. Feng Jing was so tired that he could hardly stand upright. He looked at the dozens of zombies climbing up over the corpses below, feeling desperate. Emotions began to grow in my heart.
Next to him was the ajar door. He only had to reach out and pull it to gain temporary safety. With only his will to support him, he could only remember his initial thoughts. Being surrounded by zombies and being forced into his home would be a dead end!
There are ten more floors to go up. As long as you persist and kill one or two on each floor, you may still have a chance to survive!
Seeing that a zombie was about to rush in front of him, Feng Jing became cruel, pushed his shoulder against the door, raised his ax and aimed it at the head, causing the zombie to fall directly on its back.
"Grandson! Haven't you eaten? Can you give me some energy?" Feng Jing, who was obviously out of breath, faced the next zombie.
Two zombies were eliminated in one go. Before he could be happy, during a battle on the sixth floor, a zombie that was knocked down grabbed the shield and rolled down with the shield and the corpse.
And this also became the epitome of Feng Jing's battle. Killing two zombies instantly was like a flashback, and every time he swung the ax, he felt the weight of the mountain.
By the time he reached the ninth and a half floors, he couldn't remember whether he had killed 4 or 6 more zombies. Feng Jing just mechanically repeated the slashing action. Without a shield, he sometimes had to use his feet to fight off the zombies. His clothes were covered with Large and small torn holes.
Looking at the zombies that were catching up, Feng Jing began to have the idea of rolling down and dying with the zombies in his mind. Unfortunately, he didn't have grenades on him.
Kicking over the rushing zombie, Feng Jing immediately turned around and retreated to the 10th floor. As soon as he stepped onto the steps, his feet gave way, and he staggered and barely managed to maintain his balance without falling.
Unexpectedly, after just this moment of delay, when he was about to step forward again, the zombie that was chasing him stumbled over the corpse on the ground and rushed towards him, grabbing his left leg and knocking him to the ground. Feng Jing's right knee hit him hard. On the steps, he couldn't help but scream at the sudden severe pain.
Unexpectedly, this gave him a strong desire to survive. He immediately turned around and supported the steps with his left hand. He picked up the ax with his right hand and slashed at the head of the zombie that fell on him.
Adrenaline surged, and the zombie became motionless in two strokes.
Just when he was about to use his right leg to get rid of the corpse and crawl up backwards, the zombie behind stepped on the corpse and rushed towards him again.
It seemed that he was not immune. Feng Jing stopped retreating and used his strength to swing the ax at the zombies.
At this critical moment of life and death, a pair of hands supported Feng Jing's armpits and dragged them upwards with difficulty.
Regardless of the surprise and gratitude, Feng Jing managed to stand up with support and waved the ax desperately to stop the zombies from pursuing him. Fortunately, the corpses blocked the way and gave them a chance to escape through the door.
As soon as the door closed, the two fell on their backs and fell to the ground. They didn't speak, only gasping for air.
Escape from a corpse requires both physical strength and mental energy. Lying down to relax is undoubtedly the best and fastest way to rest.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jing was brought back to reality by the sound of "Mom".
Turning his head, he saw a little girl who was more than one meter tall, holding on to the wall, timidly poking her head out from the passage leading to the master bedroom. Her face was full of worry, and she stared at the person lying next to her for a moment, occasionally glancing. His gaze met his own and he quickly avoided it.
"It seems that my current appearance really frightened her." Feng Jing, who finally escaped, couldn't help but think this way.
At this time, there was the sound of a woman getting up next to her, accompanied by a gentle and soft words: "Don't be afraid, Tongtong, mom is fine, go to the house to play for a while, mom still has patients who need treatment, be good!"
"Okay, Tongtong is the best!"
After speaking, the little girl disappeared from Feng Jing's sight with a hint of worry in her eyebrows.
After regaining some strength, Feng Jing let go of the ax in his hand and slowly sat up with his hands on the ground. The pain from his knees made him unable to stand up for a while.
He raised his head and looked at the benefactor who saved his life, and then he had time to say "Thank you!"
"Heal the wounded, that's what you should do, don't worry about it."
The woman's voice remained calm.
Feng Jing, who had just guessed about the woman's identity, was still filled with gratitude.
Maybe the woman had selfish motives for saving him, but no matter what the purpose, it was right to save him, it was right to risk her life, and it was even more right to take the risk to let a strange man into a home with only mother and daughter!
Comparing his feelings with his own, Feng Jing was not sure whether he could do it in the same environment. He would not say thank you for his kindness. He would never forget what happened today!
Thinking of this, he struggled to get up, but the woman quickly came over and stretched out her hand to support him.
"My name is Feng Jing, Guo Jing's Jing, please take good care of me in the future!"
