"What the hell is this weather?"
Shivering and covering his thin clothes tightly, the man sneezed without forgetting to complain.
The trembling body had to concentrate forcefully. Facing the zombies approaching, the movements of his hands became hesitant.
He accidentally touched the cold skin of the zombies. It had no elasticity, but turned into a thick protective layer.
Even if their joints become stiff, their movements are not affected at all.
Yu Yan didn't feel how cold he was.
"Want a blanket?"
Yu Yan asked casually.
"Um."
"Um?"
The man casually killed another zombie. His hair was slightly messy, his delicate eyebrows were cold and distant, and there was no trace of embarrassment.
He doesn't look very cold.
It seemed that Yu Yan didn't know why he paused.
Yu Jing tilted his head slightly.
The dark gray blanket was placed casually on Yu Jing's body.
Yu Yan only thought of the big furry tiger.
…
The trumpet was blown again.
The sight of zombies is not affected at night.
On the contrary, the superpowers were blocked.
Even if his movements are slow, he is still afraid of accidentally injuring his teammates.
The lights on the top of the tower shook to the ground.
The coldness swallowed the night, and the downbeat solemnity became the main theme.
A zombie's leg has stepped on the city wall.
The road above was too difficult, and the zombies were forced to stop in embarrassment.
After countless attempts.
The zombies were finally able to climb up along these bricks.
First, one hand was hanging on the crenel, and then half of his body was dangling, unable to touch the ground.
His dry fingers gripped the rough wall so hard that even the gaps between his nails were dark gray.
The guard's expression began to lose control.
Stabilizing his mind, several people combined with a few heavy blows to knock down the zombies.
The zombie fell lightly to the ground.
Some fragments of small limbs rolled out.
Shattered to pieces.
The guard then picked up his spear in shock.
This isn't over yet, it hasn't been long yet.
Zombies spew out like lava.
The zombies in front serve as stepping stones, and the zombies behind use these 'ladders' to climb up.
There are not only zombies piled on the city walls, but also humans.
Zombies are like moths that cannot fly high, or dog-skin plaster. This time it is even more solid and impossible to get rid of.
The machine guns were firing, hitting their hard skin.
Useful, but not much.
Even though his body had been hit by several bullet holes, the remaining undamaged limbs tenaciously supported them.
A zombie needs so much firepower and bullets, and the cost is too high.
It didn't take long for the joy of taking down a zombie to turn into fear.
This is really outrageous. Not being afraid of death is the most important thing.
The "big guys" who were talking so much here kept their mouths shut.
They all retreated to a safe area, unable to see the smoke and war here.
I also can't understand the mood of the superpowers at this moment.
The flames appear every once in a while.
If these redundant bodies are not dealt with.
This place has long been flooded with them.
A dark powder was left on the ground, and now this powder almost blocked everyone's sight.
"Damn it, is life like this every day in the outer city, or is it just like this today?"
Some people couldn't help but complain.
I miss the relatively comfortable life in the inner city. When will I see zombies of this quality?
"If it weren't for the easier access to the crystal core here, I would have run away long ago."
"damn it."
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