Chapter 7: The Scary of the Rainy Night (")

On January 28, 2013, on the 38th day after the outbreak of the virus, the earth finally ushered in the first rain after the end of the world, a terrifying rain... "Dadadadadada..." The raindrops hit the window hard, making a dull blow. The sound of thunder, the sound of raindrops, and the roars of zombies on the streets were mixed together. It seemed that hell was coming to the earth, bringing a shrill feeling to the night.

"What a damn night, damn heavy rain!" Zhou Yulong, standing on the balcony, cursed in a low voice. I wonder if the thunder sounded the remaining hearing of the zombies. The zombies tonight became extremely irritable. Zombies everywhere began to wander aimlessly, looking for surviving humans. It seemed that the huge thunder sound turned into the murmur of a strange person in their ears. It made them even more bloodthirsty and even more hungry! Groups of zombies began to destroy the sabotage of everything they had. They roared and destroyed the sabotage, moving forward... "Fuck this time, I'm unlucky, why are you hitting thunder, and you're still fighting!" Zhou Yulong looked at the lightning flashing from time to time in the sky, and nervously observed everything around him.

According to his current understanding, zombies determine the food direction based on smell and hearing. After the loss of touch and vision, the remaining two instincts of zombies were exerted extraordinary. A little bit of subtle sound and a slight bloody smell could attract a large number of zombies to gather, not to mention the huge thunder tonight. It is estimated that this sound has mobilized all zombies, but the heavy rain can cover up all the smell, so in the perception of zombies, there is probably food everywhere, but it cannot be caught or touched. This feeling makes the thirsty zombies even more angry and crazy, so they begin to destroy everything they can destroy. The problem is that what survivors are afraid of...purposeless destruction can often be defeated by mistake.

"Ah!" A shrill scream came from an old wooden house not far from Zhou Yulong's house. It was probably the survivor hiding inside was caught. The sound was a very young man. Unfortunately, it was safe to hide in that kind of place quietly. Even if the zombies pass by, as long as the door is locked and not making any sound, it should be no danger. But tonight, it seemed that because of the thunderstorm, several zombies rushed over the not-fixed wooden door. After a while, they broke the door and rushed in, rushing to enjoy the big meal.

The screams came and went quickly, and the boy suddenly disappeared. It was probably not that the corpse Wucun had become a member of the zombie army. Zhou Yulong looked at all this with depression, and he had a urge to roar. Because he was very scared, he was afraid that he would become the next victim. Everything was obviously safe, why did he have to have this damn heavy rain and the damn thunder?

Suddenly, he heard a dull sound of impact, and his pupils shrank! He looked downstairs and saw that damn it! What he didn't want to happen happened. Seven or eight zombies gathered downstairs, hitting the door of his house. Although the door was made of steel and was relatively strong, it probably wouldn't last long with the continuous impact of the zombies. No! He couldn't let his last position he was holding onto was occupied by zombies. Once the zombies rushed in, he would have no choice but to retreat.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yulong quickly picked up the homemade short spear and a small iron stool used as a shield and rushed to the first floor. But he still underestimated the madness of the zombies. One by one, he used all his strength to hit the door, and he was so bloody that he would not stop. One even knocked his head through, falling to one side, and stopped moving. The other zombies filled its position and continued to hit the door. When Zhou Yulong rushed to the first floor, the door had already begun to deform a little... "Grass, it's over!" Zhou Yulong stood at the entrance of the stairs and watched the door fall down in distortion, moaning in pain. At this time, four or five zombies had already rushed in, as if they smelled the human taste on Zhou Yulong, and began to pounce on him hungrily.

At this time, Zhou Yulong was no longer the rookie who had just faced the zombies. Although he knew that his situation was very critical now, he calmed down. He ran a few steps upstairs and reached the entrance of the stairs. The stairs were very narrow. In order to try to expand the indoor living area as much as possible, Zhou Yulong's parents built the entrance of the stairs very narrow, about one or two people wide, and each time they could only accommodate one or two people passing sideways. Of course, at this time, he could only pass one or two zombies at most. So no matter how many zombies there were, he had to face at most two. I guess his parents didn't expect that a small design at the beginning saved their son's life. Zhou Yulong stood on the top of the stairs, left

He used an iron stool as a shield to block the two zombies in front. He held the sharp short spear tightly in his right hand, feeling the cold touch brought by the iron short spear. With a sudden wave, he pierced the heads of the two zombies in front. "Puff!" Two sounds of sharp blades piercing through Baige came. When two transparent round holes were added to the heads of the two zombies in front, and then the blue liquid was secreted, and it wrapped around Zhou Yulong's arm along the short spear, and then infiltrated. A cold air came straight into his brain from his hands, making him feel energetic. As long as the cool air brought by these blue liquids, he believed that he could stay here for a long time!

Then, more and more zombies walked into the house that originally belonged to Zhou Yulong, stepped on the stairs, and rushed towards him as if in line. Zhou Yulong didn't need to do anything else at this time. He just insisted on blocking the zombies with an iron stool, then aimed at their heads, killed them one by one, and then seized the energy from their bodies to enrich himself. He didn't know how long it would take, nor did he know when he could hold on. Now there was only one word in his head, "Kill!".

The sky gradually became brighter and the rain gradually stopped, but Zhou Yulong's killing continued. He seemed like a robot, repeating the mechanical movements of pushing the bench, waving the spear, and collecting the spear. He no longer knew how many zombies he had killed. He only knew that the long stairs were covered with zombies, and zombies had already climbed the corpse and started attacking from it. He had no choice but to take two steps back and continue to kill repeatedly. After a long time, he was surprised to find that the entire stairs had already been exposed.

The zombies were piled up, and looking out through the gap, countless black people were dizzy in their eyes. He could not kill so many zombies. The struggle of the night had already made his muscles sore and his limbs weak. He was hungry and tired now, and he should have no strength. It was just that the belief in survival supported him, which made him persevere. Now that the stairs were blocked by the zombie corpses, he could take a breath, and the great fatigue fell towards him like a mountain, and the sore muscles were like

The waves kept hitting his nerves, and the thunderous sound in his stomach told him that he had been in eight or nine hours of water. It was painful! Tired! Hungry! Now was his whole feeling. But he knew that it was not the time to rest, and countless zombies outside the door would soon rush down the wall of corpses, and he was exhausted at that time, and he would not be able to hold on. So he quickly ran upstairs. The only way to survive is to rush to the fourth floor, while the zombies were still crowding and rushing upstairs.

Huo quickly interrupted the stairs from the fourth to fifth floors, so that they could not get up. Only in this way could he be safe temporarily. As for how to go down in the future, only after surviving can there be a future, right? Just as he rushed to the fifth floor to get the big hammer from the tool room, a muffled sound came downstairs. It was probably because the zombies had pushed down the corpse wall and began to climb upstairs. Time was tight, so Zhou Yulong quickly walked to the intersection of the stairs from the fourth to fifth floors, picked up the hammer, and smashed it down hard.

The stairs are made of reinforced cement inverted molds, with these steel bars mixed in the middle. They are very sturdy and durable. It is a very safe choice for daily use at home. But at this time, Zhou Yulong wanted the stairs to become a tofu project, because even under his huge force, he waved the hammer and smashed the stairs, which could only cause the stairs to be damaged by a small hole. The sound from the downstairs is getting closer and closer. It is estimated that the zombies have crossed the first floor and climbed to the second floor. Zhou Yulong knew very well that the time is the battle now. If he smashed the stairs first,

Clear a gap and escape from the sky. Otherwise, when the zombie climbs up, he will not be able to clear the gap, and he will be submerged in the sea of ​​corpses. Hearing the roars getting closer and closer, Zhou Yulong gritted his teeth and hit him desperately. At this time, he didn't care about anything. Even the tiger's mouth cracked open due to the power of the recoil, and the blood flowed out did not slow down his hammer. The zombies downstairs seemed to smell the blood flowing out of his hands, becoming more crazy, the roaring sound became louder, and the climbing speed became faster.

Finally, a crack was broken, but the zombie roar was close to his ears. Zhou Yulong looked up and couldn't help but be shocked. It turned out that the leading zombies had climbed to the fourth floor stairs and began to pounce towards Zhou Yulong. Zhou Yulong had no time or energy to change the short spear to kill the zombies. He raised the hammer and smashed the zombies on the head. With a pounce, the zombies that rushed over were smashed into their chest, and then fell back and pulled them back.

Several zombies on the surface also overwhelmed. Zhou Yulong took advantage of this buffering time and tried hard to hammer the stairs a few more times. The crack of the stairs became larger, but it could still make the zombies pounce on them. At least the meter-long stairs behind had to be damaged so that the zombies could not pass. But at this time, the zombies that had just fallen began to climb up again, and from the stairs, the zombies behind also crawled over, and they were so dark that they could not count how many were climbing up below.

.He could only grit his teeth and continue to swing the hammer. The zombies approached and even the zombies broke. He no longer cared about whether they were zombies or stairs in front of him. The beads of sweat kept flowing were already confused by his eyes. His hammer swing was getting slower and slower, and his lips slowly lost their blood. His body shook for a moment, "Can't it work?" He smiled mocked himself, looking at the zombies rushing towards him one after another, he knew that his physical strength had been exhausted, and the gap had not been fully opened, and he was no longer able to wait.

I hope he could survive, and he was almost exhausted to turn around and escape. Looking at the zombies that were almost about to pounce on him, he suddenly laughed, "I want to eat grandpa, let me see whoever of you have this tooth mouth, grass, come on!" He used his last trace of strength to raise the hammer and let the hammer fall freely to the head of the zombie in front. The rotten and fragile head of the zombie broke open, and his brain pounced on his face, and at this time, a trace of blue liquid also penetrated into his body again.

Zhou Yulong had no hope for this liquid. After eight or nine hours of killing in one night, he killed at least hundreds of zombies, and each zombie contributed a trace of blue liquid to him. However, after killing a few of them, these blue liquids seemed to be of little use to him. At most, a cool air was lingering in his mind. Every time he killed a zombie, the cold air increased a little, just like he was immune to this mysterious liquid, and there was no other use. But when he used his last trace of strength to kill the zombie, he felt a loud "boom!" in his head, just like he had obtained the blue liquid for the first time, and there was an indescribable pain. And his limbs seemed to have regained their strength with the severe pain. He bit
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