Chapter 8: Siege (《》)

"Uh, it hurts...it hurts so much!"

Zhou Yulong turned his body and was about to rub his head that was still a little painful, but suddenly he felt his whole body hanging down and falling to the lower part. He was so scared that he felt like he grabbed the guardrail beside him, and then he slowly opened his eyes. At this glance, he took a breath.

I saw that he was half lying at the stairs from the fifth to fourth floors. If he hadn't just grabbed the guardrail, he would have fallen downstairs because of this. There were a large group of zombies downstairs. They roared and refused to leave, and kept reaching out to try to catch Zhou Yulong above them. And less than two meters opposite him, there were also a large number of zombies pushing and reaching out to him. Zombies kept squeezed to the edge of the broken ladder and fell down, and then stood up in the sea of ​​corpses and climbed up. A rotten stench of the corpse could not dissipate, which made him want to vomit. If it weren't for killing too many zombies last night, the rotten smell on his body had almost failed and he hadn't been dripping in a long time. He would have been vomiting very much.

He stood up quietly, and couldn't look at the zombies not far away from him. Now he is temporarily safe. Ordinary zombies are not able to cross the broken hole of more than two meters, and he is exhausted and hungry. He doesn't think about anything now. He just wants to go back to the warm bedroom, have a good meal, and then have a nap. However, in order to prevent zombies from crawling over, he still tied the iron door at the entrance of the fifth floor. In this way, if only one or two zombies are left, it will be difficult to destroy the door, and if any zombies come in, he can report it in time and find a way to escape.

Back in the bedroom, he took out the last few packs of instant noodles, which were the only packs he had left. Because there were no dishes to eat except rice and a little pepper and other seasonings at home, the last few packs became treasures he carefully treasured. This time, escaping from death made him too hard and too tired. He decided to eat all the remaining packs of noodles to reward himself. While burning drinking water with a gas stove, Zhou Yulong recalled the abnormal state of his body before his coma. If it weren't for the stairs that had been broken for more than two meters and the zombies who turned into meat sauce, he would have thought that the scene that happened was an hallucination caused by his severe headache.

"What was the explosion airflow in the end? Why did my right arm suddenly become so thick at that time?" Zhou Yulong said to himself. Then he raised his right arm and observed it carefully. His right arm was still the same, his skin was a little white, and he only had a little muscle that had been bulging after more than a month of hard training. How could he have the look of a termer? But what happened before the coma was so real. He suddenly shivered: "Brother, I'm not mutated, right?" Although he could accept that he was transformed by the blue liquid and his physical fitness became extra strengthened, he never wanted to take it off.

A manifestation away from the human category. He always believed in his heart that one day the great people's army would sweep these zombies with sharp weapons to save them, survivors. If he mutates, he would definitely be arrested. Even if he was not executed, he would be sentenced to life imprisonment and be studied as a test subject. As he thought about it, he became more and more scared and felt that he should observe it carefully. But no matter how he thought about it, how hard he tried, his arms were still the same, and there was no other change. He just felt that it was a little stronger, but there was no mutation at all, at least it didn't appear to be. This made him breathe a long sigh.

"It's okay, it's okay! Brother, I'm still 100% pure man...human subject..." He smiled with a self-deprecating smile. Although the arm's change saved his life at the most critical moment, he still hoped that this change would not happen again. After all, he always hoped that he was a human, not a zombie or some mutant race. In the past, he always thought that those pigs were so cool and handsome that they had obtained this and that mutant abilities. But when things came to an end, they realized that he wanted to be the most ordinary person, not to be as vigorous as it was, but to be safe. This is also the deepest desire of an otaku.

After eating the last seven packs of instant noodles, I took a few sips of hot soup, Zhou Yulong patted his slightly bulging belly, and moaned with satisfaction, walked into the bedroom, and fell on the bed. Smelling the heavy stench of corpses, listening to the constant roar of the zombies downstairs, I fell asleep... It took me a lot of time before Zhou Yulong slowly woke up. At this time, the zombies downstairs were still roaring, and he was used to it. For him, as long as it did not threaten his life safety, no matter how roared you, no matter how bad brother you are, I can resist...

...Opening the bedroom door, he drank a glass of water and walked downstairs. When he arrived at the stairs on the fifth floor, the zombies smelled even more intense. Even though he was already under the test, he felt a little nauseous when he smelled the stinking smell like thousands of dead mice rotting. He looked at the zombies not far away, as if they had decided that there was delicious food here. More than a day had passed, but he still refused to dissipate. He was still climbing up, squeezing, and then falling down from the fourth floor. Seeing the zombies doing these useless work repeatedly, Zhou Yulong smiled happily.

Then he continued to pick up the hammer and started to start construction. Although the two-meter fracture was safer, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but he was afraid of it. He decided to continue to widen the fracture. He waved the hammer and smashed it hard. With a crisp "bang!", the originally very strong staircase was easily smashed into a large gap. Although it had not completely broken, it was probably only a few more times. Zhou Yulong looked at the huge gap in a daze. He couldn't believe that it was done by himself. A day ago, he wanted to smash a section of the staircase.

He fought his life. It took so much time to break the tiger's mouth before he knocked a small crack in the stairs. If it weren't for the sudden change in his body and the sudden explosion, he would have become a zombie's meal now. But now he could easily knock out such a large gap in the stairs. He knew that it was not that the stairs became crisp, but that he became stronger after the change. He waved the hammer in his hand excitedly, because the strengthening of his physical fitness meant that his chance of survival would be greater in this crisis-ridden end.

Looking at the groups of zombies downstairs, he suddenly felt much more relaxed. Although these zombies were not something he could kill now. But as long as he became stronger, the chance of escaping from these zombies would be much greater. Zhou Yulong cheered up and continued to start the demolition activities. He waved his hammer hard, and each heavy blow would bring a huge fragment of the stairs, smashing the zombies downstairs one by one. In less than five minutes, he expanded the fracture that was originally two meters long to five meters. With the tilting design of the stairs, even if the zombies can jump, it is impossible to jump over. For the time being, he is safe!

Zhou Yulong looked at the stairs that had been made, hummed and walked to the rooftop with a hammer. He didn't know what was going on outside yet. As a result, as soon as he got on the rooftop, he didn't have to open the telescope, everything in front of him made him feel particularly powerless and frustrated... "It's not that the zombies on the whole street are coming..."
Chapter completed!