The footsteps became heavier and heavier, and Su Changxing estimated that there were thirty zombies. It didn't seem like a lot, but it was actually very difficult to deal with.
This is different from the scattered zombies. The zombies swarm up in a swarm and are life-threatening. A person may have to face the attacks of several zombies at the same time. He can push away one zombie, but he may not be able to push away two. Just, three zombies.
There were roars from far and near, and several black figures rushed from the corridor. Su Changxing cut off the heads of the two zombies with a knife and killed them.
The second knife slashed at two zombies, but because of the angle, it only killed one zombie. It cut a very deep wound on the chest of the other zombie and cut off the ribs along with it.
The two sides came into close contact and fought with each other.
Su Changxing could only defend a small area. Screams rang out one after another, and several people were bitten or scratched in one encounter.
Su Changxing was no exception, and his arm was accidentally scratched by a zombie.
These people's combat power is very weak. With weapons in hand, their per capita combat power is about the same as that of a zombie, and some are even worse than a zombie.
Zhou An showed amazing combat power. He stood behind and used special powers to throw. He used small weapons, iron pieces, glass fragments, and projectiles to accurately hit the zombies' brains and penetrate them. He killed 4 zombies in ten seconds. .
This attracted surprised looks from others, who didn't understand why Zhou An suddenly became so powerful.
However, after Zhou An threw it four or five times, he was completely hollowed out. He had no choice but to pick up his weapon and go forward to fight. Faintly, he felt that his body seemed to be much stronger and his swing of the weapon was more powerful.
The blade struck the flesh like a sigh.
As he swung the knife again and again, Su Changxing had the illusion that the zombies in front of him were like pieces of paper that could be easily killed.
While slashing and moving forward, he took seven steps in more than ten seconds, slashing through the zombie tide and making a way out. More than a dozen zombies fell beside him.
At this time, someone on the human side had his neck bitten off and his stomach scratched. A woman in her thirties or forties wearing a turtleneck was thrown to the ground by a zombie. Her shoulder was bitten and her weapon fell to the ground. She beat the zombies feebly with her hands. 's head.
With the sound of bones breaking, she fell to the ground helplessly, with a look of despair as she saw another zombie rushing towards her.
With one sharp bite, half of her cheek was ripped off by the zombie, and she let out a scream that was heart-stopping.
"Ah~"
There was another scream, and the middle-aged man in a jacket slashed the zombie with a knife. The blade got stuck on the zombie, but it failed to kill the zombie. Instead, the zombie threw him to the ground.
The middle-aged man looked at the zombie's ferocious face with despair, knowing that the people next to him probably had no time to care about him at this time.
The zombie's strength is very heavy and continuous, but his strength is getting weaker and weaker.
"Pfft~"
A blade protruded from the zombie's head, and black blood exploded, splattering all over his face.
Looking over the zombie's shoulder, he saw the young man holding a steel knife standing in front of him.
Su Changxing kicked the zombie body away, looked at the man, and found that he was not seriously injured. Looking sideways, he saw that there were seven or eight zombies fighting with others, and then turned around with a knife to kill him. go.
More than twenty seconds later, Su Changxing pulled the blade out of the zombie's head, and the last zombie fell to the ground.
The room calmed down,
He was panting, covered in black blood, and surrounded by corpses. Looking around, he found that only seven or eight people were still standing, and two or three people were lying on the ground struggling and moaning.
Where there were thirty or forty people stationed before, these were the only ones left in just one night.
Here, life is fragile, cheap, worthless, and may not be that different from ants.
Most people look happy and don't feel much sadness when facing the death of others, because in such an environment, there is no room left for them to be sad or sad.
To survive is to put all your efforts into it, and you have to continue to struggle.
The middle-aged man in a brown jacket slowly got up from the ground. The clothes on his chest were torn and oozing blood. He walked up to Su Changxing and said with lingering fear:
"Thank you. I thought I was going to die after being bitten by this zombie. Oh, it feels like that in the world. Things are unpredictable. I thought I was dead, but I still survived."
Su Changxing stood up straight and looked sideways at him, only to see a smile on his face. He was a little happy, a little helpless, and a little relieved. He didn't look like a person who was almost dead at all.
A...very strange person, even stranger than Mu Qing. Mu Qing is strange because she was never a normal person, while this person is a normal person.
Su Changxing found a cleaner place nearby, sat down on the ground to rest, and said seriously:
"Everyone has their own luck, but you don't seem to be afraid of death, or you don't have as strong a will to survive as others."
The middle-aged man wiped his face, squatted next to Su Changxing to rest, and said with a smile: "Haha, maybe this is a dream, a game, a new life for me. It is best not to die, and it is not a loss to die. .”
This was a familiar person, and his words also aroused Su Changxing's interest.
Su Changxing took out the water, took a sip, moistened his dry throat, and said, "Oh, so you are a terminally ill patient."
A trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, he nodded and said:
"You guessed it right. My name is Ma Xuekai. It's sad to say that I had cancer before, but it was found to be in the late stage. I was about to jump off the building, but I didn't expect that I would come to this world."
Su Changxing thought for a while and asked doubtfully: "Can you jump off a building if you have cancer? It should still be treatable. If it's not cured, you can live longer."
Ma Xuekai has fairly fair skin, a red nose, and wears glasses, which makes him a bit indifferent.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, a bit sadly, and said: I have been busy for half my life, but in the end, this is the result. When I found out that I had cancer, my wife was divorcing me, and she actually divorced me later. He took his children and ran away with others. At the same time, the company encountered serious problems and began to lay off employees in batches. "
Su Changxing was stunned and couldn't help but complain: "So you were laid off again? Then you are really unlucky. I understand why you jumped off the building."
"That's not all."
Ma Xuekai shook his head, fumbled around in his arms, and actually took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "Smoking? Hey, I treasure it. I haven't been willing to smoke it these days. I picked it up while searching."
Su Changxing waved his hand and said: "Forget it, smoking is harmful to health."
He browsed the mobile phone forum and saw a large number of posts about survivor attacks. After many people posted the posts, their avatars turned gray, indicating that they had obviously died in the attack.
Su Chang looked around happily and noticed that not all places were attacked, but concentrated in dozens of areas.
And it just so happens that their place is one of them, and no fewer than four or five posts are from their place.
"In other words, there should be a gathering place for survivors similar to SHIELD's nearby..."
Su Changxing looked at his phone and murmured, and based on the radiation range of the post, he judged that the number of survivors in this gathering place might be greater than that of SHIELD.
