After pondering for a long time, Tang Xiaoquan could not figure out what he was worried about, so he simply chose to give up and wait until he got out of this damn isolation room to find a breakthrough.
After thinking wildly for a while, Tang Xiaoquan remembered that he still had the notepad he carried with him, so he called out to the guards. After looking for a ballpoint pen, he returned to his seat.
Another two weeks of apocalyptic life have passed. In the past two weeks, Tang Xiaoquan's experiences have been rich.
From the nearly fatal exploration at the bottom of the building, to the thrilling experience of making the first explosion; from the life and death separation between Wei Yang and his daughter; to Lao Zhao keeping his promise and never leaving.
The word human nature added some new insights to Tang Xiaoquan's heart.
Perhaps people are inherently selfish. We hunt animals for delicious food, hurt our companions for selfish reasons, and even curse over trivial matters.
But it is undeniable that in the apocalypse, no matter how tragic Rao is, kind people will always exist, such as Wei Yang and Lao Zhao;
And the quality of these people may be the hope for mankind to rebuild civilization.
I hope that in the end, everyone can still hold on to this unchanging original intention!
As he wrote this, Tang Xiaoquan's right hand holding the pen stagnated slightly, because he knew how much test this wish would endure. Even he himself did not dare to deny whether one day in the future he would make a violation for the sake of supplies and the brothers around him. Matters of conscience and morality come.
After sighing with emotion, Tang Xiaoquan adjusted his mentality slightly, and as usual, he will record what he learned from his recent contact with zombies.
First, fire!
There is no doubt that zombies are not afraid of fire. Although fire can indeed cause damage to zombies, it can also turn them into ashes.
But in terms of practical effects, Tang Xiaoquan would never use fire as a weapon to attack zombies.
There are two reasons:
One, the efficiency is not high.
As we all know, the reason why zombies are strong lies in their ability to assimilate. That is to say, as long as you don't kill it, it may turn you into its companion at any time.
To avoid such a thing from happening, the efficiency of killing corpses is naturally an extremely important part.
But flame obviously does not have such characteristics.
Not only that, if you really set the zombies on fire during a battle, then what awaits you may not be as simple as assimilation and mutation.
"Getting burned" may be your final fate.
Two, it’s too eye-catching.
Let’s not talk about whether fire can extinguish zombies. Even if it can, when the fire lights up, you have to pray that your legs can run fast enough, otherwise you will be trapped in an endless stream of zombies provoked by the fire in minutes. Being chased and intercepted by the crowd.
After writing this point, Tang Xiaoquan wiped away the sweat from his forehead. To be honest, summarizing in such a sultry environment is really a test of one's will.
Fortunately, Tang Xiaoquan is quite patient. The experience of living as a homebody for many years has taught him to endure the loneliness of being alone.
After he calmed down slightly, Tang Xiaoquan entered into thinking again.
Only this time, he didn't rush to write. Instead, he frowned, as if he was considering some extremely important issue.
After a while, his right hand, which had been hovering for a long time, finally came down, and then he wrote three powerful characters without hesitation:
running Man!
Runner: As the name suggests, a messenger who can run. In the current end of the world, there is no doubt that the word "hell" must be added to this messenger's name.
Yes, Tang Xiaoquan defined the zombies he had seen on the highway that had initially developed the ability to run as "the messengers of hell who can run."
As for the remaining low-level zombies that were still stumbling, he classified them as another category, called "walkers."
"Runner, step...walker?"
A deep voice sounded in his ears, and when Tang Xiaoquan looked back, he saw Hu Xiaodong's sculpture-like face looking at him with confusion.
"What are you writing about?" Hu Xiaodong got straight to the point and directly expressed the question in his heart.
"Uh~" Tang Xiaoquan scratched his head and felt a little at a loss. Apparently he felt a little embarrassed to be seen by others about what he had written and drawn. He immediately explained with a slight hesitation: "I, I am classifying the zombies we encountered..."
As if he wanted to find a more reliable word to express what he was thinking, after hesitating for a moment, Tang Xiaoquan decisively added: "Levels! Yes, I am classifying the zombies!"
"Level!?" As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Everyone immediately looked at each other, no one knew what kind of medicine Tang Xiaoquan was selling in the gourd.
Quanquan Xin, who loves games, couldn't help but joked out of habit: "I mean, Quan Zi, you must be sick because you don't have games to play!"
"Fuck! Is this the guy? Are you still playing games?" As if recalling some unbearable past events, Wang Qiang curled his lips and cried bitterly: "If any of you are lucky enough to play games with this guy in the future, then you will definitely be able to Deeply understand the true meaning of the phrase "teammates are like pigs"!"
Ha ha ha ha……
There was a burst of laughter, Wu Chao, Acheng and others who were similar in age all had expressions of understanding.
After the young people had finished enjoying themselves, Hu Xiaodong coughed twice, pretending to have a sore throat, and then put his hands on Tang Xiaoquan's shoulders.
There is no doubt that he would not believe that the young man in front of him would make such boring assumptions, so he got back to the point and said: "Xiao Tang, let's talk about these... uh~ things called "levels", What do they all mean!”
Tang Xiaoquan glanced at Hu Xiaodong in embarrassment. Tang Xiaoquan had no intention of sharing what he had summarized with everyone.
This is not because he is stingy, but... he feels that if these things are explained in detail, it will really make people laugh and childish.
But Big Brother has already spoken, so he has to say it!
Wang Qiang was still standing by with a "gloating" face. In desperation, Tang Xiaoquan could only smile bitterly to himself, and then patiently began to tell his story.
He explained to everyone without reservation why he came up with the idea of classifying zombies, and also explained in detail the meaning of walkers and runners. In the end, he did not forget to express his worries and worries.
After the words ended, there was silence. Even Wang Qiang, who had been waiting to see the joke, tightened his cheeks in solemnity at this moment.
There is no doubt that Tang Xiaoquan's words just now were extremely impactful, and it was the first time that the survivors realized the seriousness of the problem.
"Adaptation", "walker", "evolution", "runner", these common words summarized by young people are constantly stirring the hearts of every survivor present.
If zombies can really evolve due to "adaptation"... then...
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