"Brother Hu! Wait!" Tang Xiaoquan almost blurted out, but his warning was still a step too late. Hu Xiaodong, who was worried about the situation on the roof, didn't listen to his words at all, and had already climbed up the wooden ladder.
Turning a deaf ear to Hu Xiaodong, Tang Xiaoquan had no choice but to call for everyone to follow him closely.
On the roof of the building, there was silence and no wind. The constant steaming due to the scorching heat made the concrete floor seem to be covered with a thin layer of mist, making people feel like they were in a dreamland.
Hu Xiaodong turned over and landed on the ground with a stern expression. After standing still and inspecting for a while, a pair of black eyes suddenly widened.
Less than 2 meters in front of him, a disemboweled corpse was lying there, with various remains and rotten flesh scattered everywhere. The scene was so bloody that it was shocking.
"vomit~" There was an uncontrollable surge in the stomach, and as soon as Tang Xiaoquan landed on the ground, he was stimulated by the smell of blood in the air and leaned over to retch.
Not only him, but the rest of Wang Qiang and others also suffered from mild or severe retching without exception.
Only Hu Xiaodong stood there like a normal person, as if he had lost his soul.
After about two minutes, the survivors' turbulent stomachs finally calmed down.
Tang Xiaoquan wiped the corners of his lips twice to remove the dirt on them. After doing all this, he took a closer look at the dead body in front of him.
The corpse had one arm forward, with its five fingers shaped like claws and naturally bent. It seemed that it had tried to climb and escape before dying.
The two long and narrow bloodstains behind him showed the hardship and helplessness of his escape.
"This person is... Uncle Lin?" Someone at the end of the team whispered in a long tone, and as the voice came out, everyone finally paid attention to the identity of the deceased.
A pure white short-sleeved shirt, silver hair covered in dust and blood, and a few deep wrinkles still vaguely discernible from his torn and torn face.
"Huh~" Hu Xiaodong took a deep breath. Although he didn't want to admit it, the various signs in front of him all pointed to the old man who he regarded as his relative.
The atmosphere on the rooftop instantly became depressing. Even Wang Qiang and others who had no relationship with Lin Muye were breathless by this gloomy atmosphere, as if a huge stone was weighing on their chests.
"Who is it? Who is there?" Li shouted and brought everyone back to reality from their sad thoughts, but they saw Wu Chao walking towards the back of the roof step by step with a steel knife in his hand.
"Wait! Xiao Wu!"
Tang Xiaoquan stretched out his hand to hold Wu Chao who was about to move forward, and then licked his lips at Hu Xiaodong behind him, indicating that he would lead someone to double-team him from the other side and split up to prevent any accidents.
Hu Xiaodong, who knew his intention, didn't say anything. He raised his finger and pointed at Wang Qiang behind him, and then formed a fan-shaped queue with Wang and Wu towards the bathroom behind the roof to surround them.
As the distance increased, the survivors who were getting closer to the target location could clearly hear the slightest "tearing" sound. The sound was like a hunting dog tearing at the pieces of meat on the bones.
"Zombie!" This word came to everyone's mind almost at the same time. Hu Xiaodong rushed out like crazy, and Tang Xiaoquan didn't even have a chance to stop him.
However……
His footsteps suddenly stopped, and Hu Xiaodong, who had rushed to the bathroom, suddenly froze in place as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. Wu Chao and others who came after him were all inexplicable. Only Tang Xiaoquan was helpless. Let out a long sigh.
"Crash~" Following the sound of the curtain touching, the stunned survivors all turned their eyes and looked over, and then they all gasped in unison!
In his eyes, the originally white plastic curtain was now replaced by a dazzling scarlet color. At first glance, it looked like a pig-killing room in a slaughterhouse, which was extremely horrifying.
Perhaps sensing the movement outside the curtain, the zombie enjoying a feast suddenly poked its head out, and its big mouth stained with blood and minced meat kept making low warning sounds of "Gulu, Gulu".
Seeing Hu and Wu standing still and seemingly not making a move, Wang Qiang raised his spear in a thrusting posture, preparing to kill the zombies inside the curtain.
But before he could take action, the right hand holding the spear was quietly pulled back from behind.
When he looked back, he saw Tang Xiaoquan shaking his head at him in a cryptic manner.
Why? The reason is very simple, because zombies cannot climb stairs, so the only possibility for zombies to appear at this moment is that the survivors are infected.
Judging from the young and frail body of the zombie in front of him, he should be the same tiger that Hu Xiaodong and others mentioned before.
His body was shaking violently involuntarily, and Hu Xiaodong felt a bone-deep desolation welling up in his heart, making him unable to suppress it and unable to breathe.
"Hu Zi" slowly crawled out of the bathroom. He had lost his mind due to the virus and obviously no longer recognized the people in front of him.
At this moment, all he had left was his bloodthirsty instinct, and eating the other person was his only thought.
Shaking his body, Huzi stood up slowly, his eyes moving towards Hu Xiaodong who was in the front row.
One person, one body, just a stone's throw away.
"Huzi! Huzi!" Hu Xiaodong murmured in a low voice, but the "Huzi" who was approaching step by step had no other reaction except an excited roar.
Hu Xiaodong held the machete in his hand tightly, trying to lift it several times but it still didn't move at all. He could only hear the "click, click" sound of the joints.
Tang Xiaoquan could understand Hu Xiaodong's hesitant behavior.
Rao Shi's Rule of Survival Rule 22 clearly told him: When faced with friends, relatives or even family members who have lost their humanity, they must be killed without mercy, and the whole team must not be harmed because of the love between children. fate.
But people are still people after all. The reason why we are different from zombies is because we have hearts and feelings. No matter how the world degenerates, there will always be a place in our hearts that retains those things that we regard as treasures. Something that is inviolable.
At the moment, "Tiger Zi" is undoubtedly what Hu Xiaodong regards as a treasure.
Looking at the "tiger" who was getting closer and closer, Tang Xiaoquan sighed. Although he understood Hu Xiaodong's current approach, it did not mean that he would let the former threaten everyone's lives.
After all, one person needs to be the "evil one", so Tang Xiaoquan raised his spear and stepped forward, but before he could walk out of the crowd, a big hand blocked him in front of him.
"I'll do it!" A low and slightly hoarse voice came from Hu Xiaodong's mouth. Tang Xiaoquan could not see his face, but it was easy to see from the trembling right hand under his body that he had mustered up a lot of courage. Only then was he able to say these words.
The long knife swayed with cold light, drawing a perfect arc under the reflection of the sun.
And as the blade fell, "Hu Zi"'s head also fell.
Hu Xiaodong stretched out his hand to support the falling body, and tears finally burst out uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
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