The next morning when everyone woke up, the smell of Fatty Wu Er's cooking was still there.
Looking at the fat figure busy making breakfast, Chen Fei felt that it would be very good to have a cook in the team in the end of the world, because this would greatly improve the quality of life of the team members.
"Hey? Brother Chen, you're awake!"
Wu Gang was holding the wonton while humming a popular song that might have been seven or eight years ago. When he turned back inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of Chen Fei behind him, grinning with a slight surprise on his face.
Wu Gang always looks innocent and smiling at ordinary times, but once he takes action, he is as fierce and invincible as an angry King Kong. After getting along with each other for this period of time, Chen Fei also saw Wu Gang's character and his He sincerely wants to join the team, and he is also a reliable and trustworthy teammate.
"Fat brother, I was wary of you before, but don't take it to heart. Who told you to appear suddenly like a divine soldier, and your fighting power is so fierce? If you want to usurp the throne and chop me into pieces, I will have no choice but to I went down there and cried."
Wu Gang smiled and replied:
"That's not possible. I just want to find a reliable team to survive with. Being with those pig teammates in the tannery factory is really tiring, and I have no passion for cooking!
Brother Chen, you are the captain, and every order you give affects the entire team, so you should be cautious! "
Chen Fei rolled his eyes, hugged his shoulders and replied:
"Sure! Just say this to you, from now on you will be the core member of our apocalyptic survival team!
Um... As for your position... it's equivalent to the dual positions of royal chef and fourth-grade sword-wielding guard. I will issue you new weapons and bullets in a while. "
Wu Gang felt warm in his heart. Chen Fei could completely accept him in such a short period of time. This was a kind of trust in him. He also responded to his brother Wu Gang's requests and could help him at any time.
Wu Gang saw Chen Fei's cool look, grinned and replied:
"Okay! Brother Chen! I will ensure that you have good food and drink. If there is a battle, I will not stand behind you. I will advance and retreat together with you."
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Last night, Zhuzi, Mingyang and Uncle Jianguo went to the old village chief's house to discuss the closure of the village. It might have been a major matter that needed to be considered, but when the old village chief knew that Uncle Gen had been bitten, he made a cruel decision.
Of course, the most important thing is trust in Zhu Zhu and Mingyang Errao!
In fact, by now, Old Man Zheng knows in his mind what these two college students who came back from outside the village have done for the surviving villagers in the village. These are all visible to all, and his old village chief only allows some people to do so as the village chief. The decision was made to be more forceful so that the villagers could cooperate more actively.
When he opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing Zhuzi saw was Mingyang sleeping on the other side of the kang. Turning over, Zhuzi's eyes fell on the family photo hanging on the wall.
There are pillars of parents and grandmothers on them, as well as pillars with silly grins.
When the zombie virus broke out in full force, Zhuzi's father and mother went to weed the fields. Only Zhuzi and his kind grandmother were at home. The silent outbreak of the virus did not affect them.
Compared with the probability of a zombie virus outbreak in Zhongnan City, less than one-fifth of the people in the village would turn into zombies due to a full-scale outbreak of the Fusion Virus.
Of course, Zhu Zhu didn't know it himself, and thought it was like this all over the country. But if he knew, he could only think that the air ecology in the village was relatively better and the population was not dense, so the virus spread less.
Originally, it was something to be happy that no one in the family was infected, but now whenever he thinks about it, Zhu Zhu will fall into deep self-blame.
At that time, he was lying on the kang playing mobile games. When he heard the shouting next door, he thought it was his third uncle and his third aunt arguing again, so he didn't pay attention.
However, grandma enthusiastically wanted to break up the fight and went to the next door. At that time, Zhuzi still didn't take it to heart. It wasn't until grandma came back after a while holding her bloody arm that Zhuzi suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation.
The same scene spread quickly in the village, and screams and cries were heard endlessly.
Zhuzi went to the health center to find Dr. Zhang to bandage his grandma, but he saw Dr. Zhang chasing people around like a mad dog and biting her.
At that time, Zhuzi did not immediately associate this symptom with the zombies in the movie. In panic, he just took some gauze and disinfectant alcohol wipes from the health clinic and went home.
When he returned home, he found that his parents who had gone to work in the fields had also returned home. Errao had a panic expression on his face.
That scene at night is something that Zhuzi can't let go of until now. Grandma, who was still suffering from a high fever, suddenly sat up and bit her parents who were taking care of her.
It was also at that time that Zhuzi realized that these symptoms were exactly the same as those of the zombies in the movie, but by then it was already too late.
Every time he thinks of these pillars, he regrets his hindsight. He and Mingyang saved many people in the village, but they were unable to save their parents and relatives. This is a lifelong regret for them.
Glancing at Mingyang, who was still chirping in his sleep, Zhu Zhu shook his head helplessly. In addition to not living together, people in the village usually go to the old village chief's house to eat three meals together. The one who makes breakfast is the village chief's daughter-in-law. And some wives with babies.
Zhu Zhu glanced at the clock on the wall, picked up the pistol beside him and played with it for a while. This was the trophy he captured last night.
The reason why Zhuzi was so excited after getting the gun was not because of the convenience of fighting, but because he had the confidence and strength to frighten and guard against others.
Putting the pistol on his waist, Zhu Zhu put on his shoes and left the house with the long dagger. Although this long dagger was much shorter than those sickles and hoes, it was more suitable for fighting zombies than those farm tools. As long as he grabbed it With the right timing, you can achieve a one-hit kill!
At this time, there was still half an hour before the village chief's meal time. Zhuzi wanted to use this time to see the distribution of zombies currently roaming in the village. He also wanted to see how to use the village's buildings to complete the closure of the village.
The pillar walked cautiously along the alley of the brick room, his eyes kept moving around every corner, ready to face the zombies that suddenly jumped out at any time.
From time to time, he would wave the long dagger in his hand to get familiar with the feeling of fighting with a dagger, thinking in his mind what movements and angles should be used to be safer and more secure when fighting zombies.
Zhuzi's expression changed from cautious to puzzled as time went by, because he walked most of the village without seeing a trace of a wandering zombie.
But I saw a lot of zombies lying motionless on the ground. Most of these zombies were killed by one blow. Most of the wounds were at the eyes. It would be understandable if it was one or two zombies, but thirty or forty zombies were all injured. This kind of death is too unexpected.
In order to prevent the re-spread of viruses and bacteria caused by the decay of corpses, Zhu Zhu, Mingyang and the others suggested that the villagers kill the zombies and throw them into pits to be burned and finally buried.
Every time a zombie is killed, someone will drag it away. It stands to reason that only he, Ming Yang, Uncle Jianguo, and Uncle Gen fought and killed three zombies last night, so there should only be those unprocessed zombie corpses. Three is the right number.
All the zombies lying in various alleys in front of us now indicate that a master secretly killed all these zombies last night, and the person with such strength and courage must not be a villager in the village.
Zhuzi's heart trembled!
Last night, people from other villages came over and quietly killed all the wandering zombies!
Zhuzi frowned subconsciously. A person with such strength must not be able to defeat just by relying on a large number of people. Moreover, not all the people in the village are old, weak, sick and disabled, but the vast majority of people are indeed elderly, and women Most of them are men in the village who are between 30 and 50 years old.
In the eyes of the strong, these survivors are no different from fat sheep. Even if they have the intention to resist, they have no ability to resist.
Thinking of these pillars, he subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist. Now he could only hope that the pistol at his waist could effectively frighten the opponent.
While having breakfast in the courtyard of the village chief's house, the old village chief announced the decision to close the village, thus ending Uncle Gen's misfortune.
Except for a few people who found it inconvenient to close the village to do farm work, most people showed no objection to the old village chief's words.
For a farmer, they cannot leave their own fields alone at any time.
Zhuzi thought for a while and told everyone what he had discovered in the morning.
The zombies in the alley outside, when the villagers came from each house to the old village chief's house in the morning, almost everyone saw it, but no one cared about it and thought it was other villagers. After all, the zombies looked disgusting and disgusting. No one would stare at them to admire their appearance, and they would not notice the wounds caused by killing zombies...
