Hold on! She’s a naked corpse.

I was an ordinary workman who, on the day after my naked speech, was keenly aware of the imminent death crisis through a mysterious phone call.

No demons, no outings, no heroes, large hoardings, housekeepers waiting for help!

Today, it’s the day after I’m naked.

I finally fired the garbage leader and the squirt who left the company without hesitation.

Next month, I’m going to take a good rest and stay at home.

There’s a house on the side of the three rings that belongs to me, and it’s not too small.

A year later, the district had been occupied by a small number of neighbours, and many of the renovations had been delayed by the new coronation, so that there were only dozens of families scattered throughout the district.

In order to save the rent, I made a loan for the renovation as soon as I closed the house.

But the disadvantage is obvious, because the occupancy rate is too low, and there’s not much merchandising downstairs, but there’s a big warehouse supermarket, Madron, 5 km away.

When I woke up, I was going to go to Medellon’s and hoard some stuff, and I was going to be a house full of fat and happy to follow the show.

The elevators are fast in two of the three stairs, driving me straight to the second floor.

My car was a second-hand SUV, colored dirt, former owner of the car looked ugly, and I was sold for a little.

I barely got into a family of cars and houses on a loan.

I had to say, it’s fun to go shopping on a working day, even for so few people.

I’m pushing the car to the food and oil sector, and as a carbon-water super-lover, the staple food must be hoarded.

Two bags: 50 pounds of Chang rice, 50 pounds of flour, 20 pounds of dry rice, 10 pounds of soybeans, 5 barrels of corn oil.

I’m going to the tasting zone and fast food.

10 bags of salt, 10 boxes of cuisine, 20 boxes of pans of various tastes, 20 boxes of lunch meat jars (sweet with kettles), 20 boxes of hot sour powder, two boxes, 48 boxes of red roast beef noodles, 1 kg of frozen dumplings, 10 bags, two bags of black sesame soup, 1 kg of frozen rice and black pepper chickens, one bag of bulk fish pills, 10 pounds of poaching eggs, 20 hillbilly eggs and 5 large, pure meat sausages.

Can’t a fat house be without drinks?

Five buckets of yogurt in the dairy area, one kilo of Madelon’s own milk, 10 barrels, cheese bars, cheese chips, and a large bucket of rice and tea and ice cream.

Happily, cola, shabby, and aerobics, chocolate, egg rolls, mountain croquets, bread, halogenated chicken claws, pig-and-shoe drys, chips, moose cakes, without hesitation, sweep the shopping carts.

By the way, almost forgot to buy water.

The farmer’s 24 bottles of one piece of ten… and I thought it would be more than a month at home.

That’s right, I’m in retaliation for my consumption, and I’m going to spend two months of my salary at the supermarket to hoard, and I’m going to eat it myself.

The idea was that if there was an explosion, it would be enough.

But immediately and immediately, the ancient genes that flow in the blood seem to warn me, and that’s not enough. It’s real.

I just shook my head and pulled my mind back into reality. It’s a good day. There’s no such thing as a dead body.

Almost, and finally, we caught over 40 pounds of veggie and fruit, five frozen chicken ducks, and N-shrimp slips to the cashier.

When you walk, you cut the potatoes and roast them in the oven at night while you’re in the middle of the play, and you eat them with your peanuts and sesame sauce, and it tastes good.

Because it’s a big warehouse supermarket, and it’s mostly big shopping, my shopping car isn’t that big, and cashiers are used to scrambling.

“Hello, total 8126.36. How can I pay? “The cashier’s sister asks without face.”

I was called back to the gods.

“Oh, pay the treasure, thanks. “I’ve been busy handing over phone numbers.

And the rice-flavored oil I just bought, and I pushed hard to find a car full of two shopping cars.

The parking guard showed up and took me in front of the car.

Next, it took me 15 minutes to get all the stuff in the car.

It’s so heavy!

Get in the car, close the door, lock it.

Breaking up a bottle of peach-smelling aromatic forest, grunting and drinking a small half bottle, planning to immerse and then move back home, suddenly hearing a loud phone call from outside the window, wondering.

It’s the same guard who just helped me. He’s yelling at the phone.

“Was the baby going to school and reading stupid? Work hard. Don’t mess with the mess…”

Keyword: Zombie!

Could it be a zombie? After all, it’s rare for an older generation to know about zombies.

When the security guard dropped the phone, he came back and saw me listening through the window.

“The son works in medical school, and you’re about your age, not to say that they have a patient in emergency care who’s got long teeth to bite and can’t tie his straps, but guess what kind of zombie. I’m sorry.

“Do you think you’re going to read your head? I’m sorry.

Come on, backhand straight away.

I’m in the car and I’m thinking, medical school, emergency care, curvature, fangs, restraining belts, and it’s so strong that zombies… a strange sense of panic.

It is logical that the sick should be weak. Why do all kinds of signs come closer to the dead?

That’s the way people are. The first reaction is zombies, and the harder they think in this direction, the worse it gets!

Besides, I’m an unfailing enthusiast…

Is this for the lead?

Do you want more?

If it’s true, it’ll save your life; if it’s fake, it won’t know which day to eat, it’ll cost so much…

The two sides in their minds were fighting, and suddenly, the lifeguards had a fatal hit by a killer.

I was on board, making a quick list, continuing to buy and pulling out my cell phone to call parents far from home.

Although I’m not sure if it’s true, under the epidemic, it’s always the right thing to be careful about a life-long boat.

Think, the phone’s ringing.

“Hey, Mom, are you home with my dad? I want to say something important to you…”

My parents didn’t believe at first, and they told me about the blind date, and I raised my voice and pulled it back.

“Mom and Dad, you have to trust me. You’ve got to get to the roof and the door, and you’ve got to put up more food and drink. I’m sorry.

“When the neighborhood neighbor asks, say, “Put it on, it’s over.”

Mom and Dad talked to me and promised to go after lunch. I’m just a little relieved.

I’m sitting in the driver’s seat, drawing on a long shopping ticket. Purchased commodities need to continue to be added, with + numbers directly.

For example, rice + 300 pounds, pure water + 100, stellar + 100…

Goods that have not been purchased but are in demand are listed at the back of the ticket.

For example, batteries of various types, flashlights, recharging, chargers, powerful blockers, large duct tape in boxes and compressed biscuits, fruit cans, vegetables cans and meat cans.

I went straight to the manager’s office, where I was in charge of the big buy-in.

When I pulled out a shopping ticket about a metre, the manager had flowers all over his face. He said it’s fine. He’ll deliver it in the morning.

I strongly emphasize: “Today must be delivered, not far, five kilometers, and 200 more for you alone. I’m sorry.

He’s not the one who’s in charge of the job.

The manager is on the way, “No problem, two hours! I’m sorry.

Until the Commissioner has completed an inventory of the type of items and has calculated the price, I took credit card and paid.

The manager asked me, “I know your neighborhood. It’s not far from here. I’m sorry.

I’m going to follow him down, “Yeah, so I’m going to rent a little front-door and open a small supermarket, and pull up a little bit of the customers.”

I don’t want to be too high-profile.

So far, I’ve struggled with my actions, right? After all, real money and silver need to be paid off after scrambling cards.

But it’s a good thing I’m not the one who drags mud and water.

Moreover, the renovation was carried out with numerous large, embedded cabinets, with scattered collection space large enough to be used as a storage room for materials.

Thinking of it here, I’ve set my mind.

According to the son of the security guard, the emergency patient is about to mutate and has a tendency to bite, so the medical school in the south of the city is on the northern side of my city for a maximum of three hours.

Time is running out! There’s so much to prepare.

Medicines, blast-proof locks, body-proofing weapons, protective supplies, complete maintenance tools, cooking fuel, large water drums, ropes, candles and high-range telescopes …

By the way, there’s a glass permafrost, but I don’t want anyone to find a lot of material in my house.

After a few feet of oil, the car has been driven outside the outdoors store, and it has never been seen before, as if it had found a new continent.

Card stove, buy!

Multi-purpose weapon shovels, multi-purpose blast hammers, extra backup!

Fire-proof gas cans. Until the day the gas company breaks down, the gas is a necessity for cooking.

In addition, folding pliers, military cleavers, alloy solid body-protected stingers, high-frequency radios, air-jet guns, fishing lines, a large number of sealed bags, thick, smoke-free candles and high-range combat telescopes recommended by the boss in his chest.

The boss promised to deliver the goods to the door in an hour, and I made a false report on the 27th floor below my house, and told him to put it in the hallway, and the phone was not going to be lost, and I had to go back to the company on a temporary basis.

I’ve left 21 floors of MacDeron’s stuff in the hallway.

As there are too many items, the unloaded cargo is bound to be visible in front of the building.

Even if the occupancy rate is low, who knows which floor is on which floor and which one of them happens to see it, rather than having the porter put it directly in the unoccupied corridor, I will use three more elevators and move up and up.

Why do you dare to put the material on the 27 and 21 floors?

Because of the money that went to the property that day, we learned that the occupancy rate in this building was only five, and that it was all under 10 floors. Place them on the 27th and 21st floors, respectively, to avoid exposing to the porter the true information I live on the 33rd floor.

After all, when the end comes, less knowledge and more thought is required.

Out in the open shop, heading straight to the hardware store.

Home toolboxes, amphibious hammers, hand drills, electric screwdrivers, super-sized water drums, single-stop glass permafrosts are all available in the same way, leaving 18 layers of information and immediately going to the pharmacy.

Antibiotics, cold medicine, deflammation pills, vitamins, alcohol, Band-Aids, bandaged gauze flying to the shopping basket, and the pretty girls asked, “How come you buy so much? I’m sorry.

“It’s not an epidemic anymore, and I’m taking an annual vacation to hide with my friends!” I’m sorry.

I can’t stop and go straight home.

Passing through the gas station, the car was filled with oil and two more mineral water were moved for occasional needs.

On the way home, call me on the speaker. “Dad, are you ready? Don’t forget!”

When I learned that my father had erected a wall to strengthen the gate, and that my mother had just bought it back, I became nervous.

Turn, slow down, drive into the garage and then concentrate on moving the goods quickly.

Everything is settled in order to rest. I’m in my heart.

There’s a small ad for the water station in the garage. In keeping with the notion that “sweety wool is equivalent to saving money” the hit workers immediately called for 60 barrels.

I may be the first open-door business in the water station today, or the first client in the district, the voice of the master, who can’t hide the joy of his heart, and delivers the goods in 30 minutes.

As for barrel water, I left the right number. It’s too heavy to move; it’s a little tight.

I’ll go to the 18th floor to transfer hardware before I send the sailor.

It’s not much but it’s practical.

Full toolboxes, amphibious hammers, hand drills, electric screwdrivers and various screwdrivers, as well as five super-heavy buckets and a single permafrost of glass for the house. The three elevators were used and the trip was to the 33rd floor where I lived.

The main guard opened a shower head and started to recharve. At the same time, I opened a single permafrost and planned the placement of other materials on the side.

The barrel is fully purified in the living room, the blast-resistant gas canisters, the card stoves, etc., are stored on the back floor, the storage of food and drink is in the study room, and all the rest, including batteries, fishing lines, body defence weapons, maintenance tools, candles, etc., are in the lockers.

One or two light, handy and able to strike first-hand, critical weapons should also be left at hand for occasional need.

High-heat fast food and snack beverages are placed in super-eat cabinets, rice-flavored oil and impatient stocking of vegetables and vegetables are temporarily placed in kitchens and refrigerators, and the remaining materials are kept in order.

One tore and the whole house 10 more alloys of alloy-grass-net-proof glass were all attached, and although it was a single permafrost, it had some effect on the light inside the room.

But it doesn’t matter. Security matters.

The two bathrooms of the main guard are full of buckets. Pull out the nozzle and keep the water in empty buckets in the other corner.

I don’t know how much weight the building weighs, but for insurance reasons, let’s spread out a little bit.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!

The master is a man of the truth, and without saying anything, he’s a car of 8-10 barrels, and he’s been back and forth six or seven times to unload it all.

By the way, I wrinkled him a Coke, and the carbonate was in the belly, and I didn’t forget to sell the cards before I left.

I can’t help but tell him, “Uncle, it’s hard to move so much water, go home and rest, buy food and drink for two days! I’m sorry.

“Oh, my life is so hard for the dolls to pay for school! I’m sorry.

Press the elevator key, Master has gone far.

It’s 11:35, the shop clerk says it’ll be here in five minutes. As promised, they’ll put it on the 26th floor.

I contacted the manager of Medellon and said he was loading the car for immediate delivery.

In the meantime, I’m going to eat something and find out if there’s any sign of an explosion.

The water boiled and the kitchen boiled its own ketchup.

Another egg piled on the lumbered tomato soup with a black pepper sausage and a green spinach, like van Gogh paint in the cooking pan.

Now I’m in love with this plain and simple life, compared to the heavy and heavy salt that I sell.

On the sofa, with a small milk pan nest, with a broken heart, eating on the face of a cow, the luminousness of a tomato, the smoothness of a cow’s calf, and the puddle of a heart burst into the mouth.

The slurry is overflowing, fragrances are fragrance, and the throat is so warm at once.

The cell phone slipped over a dozen pages and seemed all right. With keyword search, there are no special anomalies in the main platforms.

I looked back at 60 barrels of water in the corner of the living room, and I was a little disappointed.

Workers from the Madron supermarket and the outdoors store arrived soon and horses began to unload.

And when I opened the door, I heard the supermarket delivery master ask the outdoors store attendant, “How many floors do you have? I’m sorry.

When I heard the answers from different floors, I looked around and said, “This neighborhood is rich, it’s expensive, it’s too expensive, I’m too tired to make money! I’m sorry.

I stood in front of the walkie-talkie, and I thought, “Thank God I didn’t leave the same level, but I didn’t leave the right number! I’m sorry.

In about 20-30 minutes, the supermarket and outdoor shop masters called each other to tell me that the goods had been placed in their assigned position.

I said, “Okay, I’ve seen it through the camera at the office. I’m sorry.

It was then hidden in front of the window, and it was not until they drove away that they dared to start the transfer.

On the 21st floor, the supermarket’s materials were messed up on the first floor, especially in the boxes close to the elevator door, which was almost tripped out.

It is clear that the master is lazy enough to fold it in and kick it out of the elevator door.

“It’s irresponsible! I’m sorry.

I complained to myself, but I didn’t stop working. A large quantity of rice flour and vegetable and meat cans are the most heavy and transferred first.

We blocked the elevator doors with three boxes, and we dragged the material into the elevator room quickly and forcefully, in a strict and robust manner from inside to outside.

It won’t take long. All three were pressed to 33 floors and then randomly drilled into one of the elevators.

On the 33rd floor, the old man kept blocking the doors with boxes, then quickly unloaded to the front side of the door, and went on the second and third.

Half an hour later, the entire 33-storey aisle has been filled with cargo, and it’s full of one-person-high piles.

That’s the ultimate gain from supermarkets and outdoors.

I feel the sweat in my head and I’m going to take a breath and rest.

He bowed and pulled into his house a box or a canned or gas or solar board.

The big living room was like a small warehouse that made me proud and safe.

After all the move, I went down to the 18th floor and started to close and lock the security door.

This is done by trying to keep the boundaries with households below the 10th floor, while creating an illusion that 18 floors are inhabited to cover me up to the top.

The entire 15th floor as a safe distance zone should be sufficient.

From the moment I decided to purchase, I decided that I would not leave my home without the necessity of a state of necessity.

I’d rather die out there than wait for help at home.

The only remaining three elevators that can reach the top are the doors to the upper fire escape, which are all locked from the inside.

I’ve always been insecure, and I’ve done everything I could to do.

The main power of the elevator is in the roof room, and I flip out the fireclips, the big wrench and a few heavy C-locks, cut the roof locks, open the door, then pull the elevator switch.

Run downstairs and confirm that all three elevator lights have been extinguished and stopped.

I’m worried that a household below the 10th floor will look for input from the property and use a C-class lock to trap the door, the top floor door and the 33rd floor fire escape.

And then wait, and go home and keep my water, and charge me with electricity, and have a good play.

If you’ve been worried about being safe, you can really put your heart in your stomach.

Because I’m as insecure as you are.

In the same period, Master Li, who had helped me with the construction of a villa, asked him to enter the house, so I bought the blast door for a little bit more than the burglary door, and changed it to the home of my parents.

That’s right. It’s the blast door! It’s exactly the same level of entry to that villa!

Weighted riot panels, double-C lock core plus fingerprint system, blast, riot, fire, one witness.

Even my mother said, “It’s a nice door. It doesn’t look like it. It’s too good to work with food.” I’m sorry.

I also asked Master Lee, “Why does the villa have a blast door because too much money is not safe? I’m sorry.

Master said, “It’s not all that.

I did not pretend to be a fashionable son-in-law, a burglary door, but rather a bank, a vault, a prison-based blast-proof door, which saved my life and that of my parents.

The window is high and the silver apricot dances in the wind, and me and my parents are making final preparations for the end.

We also do not know if there is a real end, but parents have chosen to believe in their children as usual.

Both parents, far from home, closed the yard, the doors were locked, the front house was carefully checked and the house was kept in full supply of drinking water and water for living.

The cellar is filled with rice-flavored oil and various items of life.

When I was shopping crazy, Mom asked me to buy more beans, and said that if the temperature was right, they could be vegetables.

I used to throw two big pickles in the old days, and at the same time I had pickles full of pickles, bean horns, carrots, cabbage, peppers… It’s not a problem to eat for a couple of years.

Every time I go home, I see the green and greenness of the glamour.

Three or five chicken ducks in the chicken coop warm their eggs, a quiet and peaceful life.

In fact, parents are much better prepared to fight than our young people.

But a thousand miles away, I’m still thinking about the safety of the elevator.

I don’t know how to build an elevator, and I’m worried that there are other ways in which the elevator can be controlled in the property industry, except for the roof control room.

When I thought about it, I found a fishing line for the outdoors, and I’m going to use it as Plan b on a two-house fire door.

In this way, even if the elevator door was opened, the corpse would be tripped by a transparent fishing line, and the force would be cut off from the outside and could act as an additional layer of resistance.

Upon completion of this work, I locked the door in front of the house and the door on the door on the door on the door on the door.

I’ve arranged for the purchase of materials at home, which is a huge project.

The food and oil alone was almost full of an entire bed.

In addition to rice, flour, cereals, spices, flour, snails, platinum, lasagna, soufflés, peppers, chocolate lacquers, cocoa powder, coconut powder, condensed biscuits, and a variety of fruit and vegetable canned cans, in the form in which they are stored, with a full classification and a date of security on them with a marker to avoid waste.

The three-door refrigerators in the kitchen were also filled with stitches.

Dairy, Jell-O, pudding, beverages, cooked food in the cold zone

Black pepper chicken, chicken and rice, frozen dumplings, soup round, chicken and duck shrimp …

All kinds of green leaves and fruits in the Zone are coloured, and they’re very good.

I have waited long for such a small day of peace, without the crowd of micro-trust workers to interfere, without the fingertips of A, and without pressure and panic to catch up on performance every month.

And it is not for money, but it is for good.

I burned a pot of hot water, and I was going to make a lemon tea, and I sat by the window on the 33rd floor, and I slowly adapted the new high-range telescope.

At 5 p.m., some time before the peak of work, there had been traffic on the bridge outside the window, a vehicle had moved slowly and a red tail lamp was like a glucose string that could not see its head.

The traffic is normal at this point in time, but it is strange that sirens are particularly frequent from the afternoon.

At this point, police vehicles and ambulances with blue and red lights are still passing from time to time in the driveway towards the south, under the bridge, not far from where they are seen.

“Mofe, is the virus spreading? I’m sorry.

The end-of-life panic caused me to fight a cold war, but when I looked back and saw enough material, I felt a little more certain.

I’ve made a judgment in my heart, because time and position are basically right.

Police vehicles, ambulances and fire trucks continued, and all headed towards the southern medical school of the city.

It seems that in less than an hour, the city will be completely lost, east, south and west.

The extensive traffic network is the accelerator for the transmission of mortuary viruses. There is a rapid spread of metro, bus and taxis in the first place.

Also, close to the hours of work, the second wave of mass attacks by the dead were carried out by the commuters from the writing building.

What a terrible scene! But when it comes to the fact that a writing building is about to get bit, there’s a little bit of joy in my heart.

It is difficult to estimate the time of the human being, and the suburbs of the city where the parents live will be affected as soon as tomorrow.

I have to remind my parents.

The moment that the phone was sprang, it was suddenly “beeping” and it was felt that the whole building was shaking, and the glass in the kitchen pushed the door.

I have come to town with the god of the town, and I have been busy pulling a chair, sitting next to the telescope, to the maximum number, and looking closely at the situation on the south side.

Fortunately, the top floor, with a wide view and a limited number of shades, and although there are small high-rises in front of the slopes, a small corner space is sufficient for observation.

But this eye scares the heart out of me when I am powerful.

In the south, heavy and dark smoke has been sprung into the air by fire-burning gas stations and a few running firemen.

The first fuel pump was hit by a car that had escaped, the refuelling gun was pulled to the ground, the leaking gas-induced flames were burning, and several vehicles refuelling were left with a dark shelf.

Looks like that was the gas station explosion.

The medical school is on the right side of the road, which was originally a broad two-way, eight-way street.

It is like the violent fighting that has just taken place, and the earth is full of scattered mucks, shoes, blood and people dying after falling.

The car was like a bumper and parked all over the road.

Or flipping, burning, or rushing into shops on both sides of the road.

The cement utility pole was hit by a panic driver in the right direction, half of it shaky.

The plunging high-voltage wire touched a vehicle on fire and snapped into a flash of light. A woman’s body stunned away, shivered in the body of electric power, and suddenly blackened…

War was raging around, and outside, there were a large number of unidentified bodies running from the hospital and swimming in the abandoned streets.

I can’t hear the sound. I can’t see through the camera.

Films are films. Imagine, but once they really happen, they make it impossible for us to digest our habits in times of peace.

The burning flames and the dark red stench of the stench draw the blood and change colours, and the dead weeping on the ground and torn in the car, with their eyes full of a primitive desire for rotting flesh.

Those who had come home on the road were excavated by claws in the abdomen and empty of their intestines.

The brain is eaten, the entanglement of the entanglement is swallowed up by the twilight, and the mouth is bleeding.

The end comes, and it’s a luxury to leave the body behind.

Soon, the biting body stood up.

They rise up, red with their eyes and red with their eyes, and they jump up on their backs, and become an empty, brutal corpse.

This moment has finally come.

I grabbed the phone on the sofa and I called my parents so they could break the signal.

“Hey, hey, Mom and Dad, are you all home? Is the door locked? I’m sorry.

The moment I heard my parents’ voice, my nose was sore, I almost cried.

“They’re at home. What’s wrong with you? “Daddy clearly heard me in a bad state.

“Mom and Dad, I’m fine. Listen carefully. I’m sorry.

“Now there’s a mortuary virus that kills 100%. If you get infected, you’re gonna want to eat people and eat them all! I’m sorry.

“I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I’ve already blown up on my side, and I’ll be there soon enough…”

“You must lock the doors and windows, and no one can knock on them, and you must never be bitten! I’m sorry.

“In addition, the mortuary is extremely sensitive to sound, light and smell, so don’t turn on the light, don’t make a loud noise, don’t open the window to cook…”

“That’s right, you’ve got plenty of water, enough to drink. I’m sorry.

I finished my speech, but I was still anxious to fly back to my parents.

I knew it. Even if the mountain was far away, we’d have to stay together!

“We know, we’ll pay attention. I’m sorry.

“Is it okay if you’re there alone? Why don’t Mom and Dad go get you now? I’m sorry.

Dad obviously cares more about my safety.

On the contrary, such love strengthens my determination to survive.

“Daddy, Mom, don’t go out. I can take care of myself. I am hoarding enough food and necessities…”

“I’m worried about you! Remember, if there’s any dead bodies, they can only be shot in the head, not the rest! I’m sorry.

I have repeatedly emphasized attention.

I’m sorry.

“Jingle, let’s set a meeting place! In your opinion, there’s no electricity, no grid, no gas. I’m sorry.

“We’re all going to try to survive, and when it’s safe, we’ll meet under the big clock in C City! No one can be absent…”

“Okay, deal!”

“Daddy, I love you guys! Take care! Make sure you’re safe before you come out! I’m sorry.

After I hung up, I took a deep breath and started to prepare for the end of the day!

1. Check all doors and windows;

2. Turn off all lighting facilities and tighten the house to cover the curtains;

3. All chargeable beverages, chargeable batteries, electronics;

4. Burning of two hot pots of water and pouring of the hot pot;

5. A pot of bamboo and tomato chops;

Take a hot bath and keep your body clean…

In the rice jar, the cyanide of the rice, the oil and the larvae are waiting for the pot.

I put my hand in the drawer, and I found a double-faced tape that had not returned to its place and a set of last year’s unopened words.

Where?

It’s only when the garbage leaves in the morning and I don’t want to have too much groceries.

It’s a flash of light.

One building his house to be inhabited, the other to cover my house to be uninhabited.

I put a double glue on it, tore down the white layer and took it in my hand.

I looked through the cat’s eye for a while, I checked it safe and opened the door.

Following a further silent observation of the building, which was once again confirmed safe, the fire doors of my home were opened slowly, and the door was fast-tracked towards the fire doors, which were then flown home.

Repeatedly confirming that the door was locked safely from the door to the house, my deer’s heart beats flat.

Just as the station was attacked by a mortuary team, I was lying in a soft sofa with my legs on a video-painted ketchup steak with fresh hot sauce.

On a certain sound platform, a video is a pure horror and a scream, tearing the heart apart.

There are, of course, those who are brave and fearless of justice, who share in real time information about the situation around them and help more people who have fled home.

“Est suburbs XX, dead bodies on the road, friends! I’m sorry.

“Our colleague has changed. I’m sorry.

“I almost got bit and punched them for nothing…”

And, of course, there’s people who can’t afford to see it.

A local blogger, who was able to take a bloody video of dead bodies biting humans at close range, was shown in the comment area by a scrambling “touching”.

I was in the middle of a shoot, and the live video shuddered, and I only saw three or four dead bodies swung from behind him, and I squeezed, and I cried, “Stop filming, run! Run! I’m sorry.

It is a pity that he is not a rival, that he is being blocked by a dead body and that his cell phone is falling on the ground, and I can’t hear a desperate scream until he disappears.

I was rushing to see what the city had become.

There is an increasing number of bloody and violent videos.

There are people in the supermarkets who rob convenience stores and who push people in need of help, such as the sick and the sick and the sick and the sick and the sick and the sick and the sick, to the salivating zombies to save their lives…

Be mean, I speak in my heart.

Human beings are the first to defend themselves at a time of crisis.

I don’t want to look at it any more.

The Q-balls in the bowl, the soft, fragrances of gravy, and the unique fragrance of bamboo and tomatoes, and the fragrance of the entrance as if it were cozy.

The windows were closed, thick curtains were closed, and a luminous light was placed on the corner of the wall, and the fragrance of the food in the room.

In the absence of a mortuary city, a single house should be so comfortable.

I had a hot bath while I was working on it. Even at the end of the day, long-haired women will stay clean.

In the first place, we saved money to get our workers to install solar energy on the roof so that we would not waste gas on washing dishes.

I didn’t know that the top floor solar energy could be one of the hard-core support I had at the end of the day.

After the meal was packed, I made a cup of green tea, and through a small gap on the side of the curtain, I saw a much more crowded bridge.

Under the multi-telescope, some of the unknown owners of the bridge stepped out of the car and asked each other about the reasons for the traffic, but the mutilated corpses who ran from the south to hunt were killed by the neck and the Red Bridge.

The mortuary mutated a lot faster than I expected, and I thought it would take at least 8 p.m. for the virus to be exposed to the tricycling.

The sound of sirens continues to elude us, whether the car has fallen or whether it is still fighting to save the civilian population.

As soon as the curtains were down, I was shocked to notice that over 20 floors of light were on. I know the house in that building. It’s the living room.

There are more residents in the neighborhood than I thought, and many people in the building have lights on.

They may be in a state of panic, have just fled home and have yet to realize the sensitivity of the dead to the light.

Perhaps for the first time they’ve heard of the new term “mortem,” life alone is not easy.

I suspect that the vast majority of households in the sub-region, apart from their daily homes, do not have any pre-disaster bulk-stocking emergency response.

I’m even sure that no one else is prepared to be rich like I was when I heard the alarm call from the security guard in the supermarket parking lot.

Even an uncle’s son can’t enjoy “showing his naked face and swipe his cards and buy them.”

After all, working in hospitals is not as good as temporary leave.

It’s just, I’m much more lazy, leaning on the sofa and stretching out.

It’s a lot more tiring than a day to go to work to catch fish.

While the curtains and single permafrosts are sufficient to shield the indoor light, under the end of the day, the ship will travel carefully for years to keep it low.

I rose up and dazzled the little nightlights that were not lighted, and then pulled out of my hand a soft coral velvet blanket, lying on the sofa, rehearsing The Walking Dead.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open for a while, my phone fell on my face and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the screams were terrible and the sleep was a little restless.

Over the night, there was a growing number of dead bodies, and the breaking of the screams had caused the liver to tremble and the desire to defend itself with more than one layer of copper.

I blindfolded my head in a blanket, but still I can hear the human being being bit with a sharp, desperate, heart-to-heart scream…

It hurts too much. It hurts too much. It’s terrible!

I waved my head and didn’t want to think, but I couldn’t help but be very curious and sit back in front of the telescope.

On the high bridge, the red taillight of the car looks like hemorrhaging in the night sky.

It is not clear that people are zombies, run, chase, go mad, and even people kneel and beg for forgiveness.

The cautious survivalist leaned down under the car, but was bitten by the dead and the dead, and dragged out to eat.

The timid are too afraid to come out of the car and are surrounded by a bunch of dead bodies, crushing the glass in a minute, making it a meal and a mouth full of food.

Later, the vehicle on the bridge was directly turned over, possibly with fresh blood found in or under the dead body.

The sound of the scrambling, the sedan falling down a bridge like a toy, the cracks of iron skin and glass, and the death of a few dead bodies fell on the concrete and continued to search for fresh prey.

We’re in the neighborhood, and we’re probably going to lose it.

How can three people add up to six-tooth old-age security guards stop a corpse?

I’m gonna light the phone and try to remind Mom and Dad.

Fortunately, the net’s still on.

We believe in all sorts of unread little red spots.

I drove up the stairs, almost all of them.

There’s a man who thinks he’s safe and self-confident, and he’s the habit of showing people on-line to the Kopp zombies, and he’s talking like he’s calling a friend.

There’s a lot of supporters down there, and a lot of people are on their knees licking to increase their faith.

His head is like a window on the right, and he’s hanging on an emergency bag, with his chest on his chest, and he says to everyone, “Now, let’s get to it first, and make sure to deliver within a week.” I’m sorry.

Fuck you, old man. I believe you. You’re making a fortune!

The brushing machine passed fast, and when it was blindfolded, I took a look at the curtains downstairs.

In the garden of the center of the district, 30-50 percent of the cleaning aunts in their work clothes shivered to my back.

What are they doing? Is this the new form of square dance?

There was a feeling of calm and peace in the district and there appeared to be no sign of siege.

I was tweaking the telescope, but I couldn’t see until they turned around…

I’ll take a breath.

It’s possible that the technique of drumming binoculars could not be turned off, with a boxed grey-white red-blooded corpse staring at me in the eye of the camera in Riton, and I almost sat on the floor.

What a world! It’s early morning!

The day after the mortuary burst, my neighborhood fell.

I was lying on the edge of my window in different directions, and I looked up, and the city was full of black smoke and blood.

Only bodies in groups wander around as if it were their peaceful world.

Wet towel wipes a face and suddenly wakes up.

I ran into the kitchen, wringed the tap, had water, was clean.

Open gas stoves, gas;

Plug in chargers with electricity;

Scratch the wipe, the web…

Good. The water and electricity network, which connects people, is now under the protection of the Government, but it is unlikely that it will soon be broken.

My mind-blowing kung fu, my rice, my mouth-butter, my skinny meat and my raw.

I’m going to eat the insatiable foods in the fridge and make a thin mushroom porridge that relaxes high stress.

The gum is one of my favorite bacteria, and every time I’m under stress, I get a pot of fragrance, drink his sweat, and then worry about the smoke.

Rice rolls in the water, and I leaned on the sofa to share information with my parents while quickly brushing the latest reports.

One of them, Weibo. People say the status quo in their own region.

“Shanghai coordinates, the city’s dead, never left the city! I’m sorry.

“I’m in Hangzhou, I hear it’s a mess, I’ve got a lot of casualties, I can’t walk out! I’m sorry.

“Sichuan Yibin, the owner of the firepot downstairs changed last night! I’m sorry.

“The streets of New York are full of zombies. I’m sorry.

“My brother’s in Korea. I heard the supermarkets were empty. I’m sorry.

“Shinyang, Henan, a man has been killed! I’m sorry.

“Friends in Austria, I’m in Shenzhen, zombies explode, it’s global! I’m sorry.

“Damn, I’m hiding in the car wash. There’s only one push. I’m sorry.

There is no doubt that this mortuary crisis is global and that people around the world are struggling to live and die at this time.

I was blind to guess that a certain amount of necessities had been saved in the previous period, but that more families would last up to two weeks and up to four weeks.

And then it will be the true venom of the weak.

I’m going to the kitchen with my cell phone.

The fragrance of mouths and mouths is triggered by high temperatures, the point of the spoon is full of elasticity, the red and white of the raisin, and the fragrance of rotting rice, slices of scabs and greasy fragrance.

As a senior eater, I firmly believe that the day of safety begins with a bowl of hot breakfast.

Even though the crisis of mourning had come to an abrupt end, the autumn had reached the end of the winter.

But in a safe house, with food books and food books, it’s as if it’s warm, rich and tasteful.

The soup spoon was porridgeing, and suddenly someone was crying from the other side and running to the living room.

Outside the one-to-one membrane, the house where the light was lit last night, the head of a man, a woman and two middle-aged men was found in the window.

A woman screams while she’s swinging a red silk scarf like she’s afraid that the dead will not hear her.

They shouted again and again, “Is anyone there? Is there anybody in building 11? Is there anyone across the hall?”

“We’re out of food, we can’t go out, can we get some food?” I’m sorry.

In such a situation, the call was no less than suicide, and the dead bodies in the neighborhood were re-opened as if they were waiting for a re-opening, and they were looking at building 11, and walking step by step towards the sweet prey of blood.

The couple also seemed to notice the difference and closed their windows in a “single” without knowing that the doors below them had been crowded with numerous bodies and that they had been hit and blown up.

I’m afraid I’d hate them if there were other residents upstairs.

It was the third day after the naked words and the second day after the dead.

The corpses downstairs are like a permanent motive and seem to be endless.

In less than five minutes, I choked on the watch, and the glass frame door on the opposite floor had been slashed, and the bodies had entered until it disappeared at the end of the line of view.

Did the elevator stop?

Is the safe passage locked?

The couple won’t go crazy.

I was not one of those who were evil-hearted, but in this world, where everyone is in danger, I have not even been able to save one’s soul, and I am ashamed of having been educated for many years.

If you don’t have the strength of a chicken in your hand, you can’t take a knife, you can’t take a stick.

That is the only way to survive. So save yourself!

Now, I’ve got the “happiness” that I made when I was working, and I don’t fix it, and the housekeeper eats and sleeps.

I can’t go out, I can’t go out.

“N” “The Walking Dead.” Rick’s liners cut dead bodies with one hand and a knife to the ground. I even had a little itching, but it was just empty thoughts.

If I had to open the door, I’d probably get KO downstairs.

I’m bored to paint something, and after a dozen pages, an anonymous answer draws my attention.

The reply was published on March 11, 2019, and the opening of the article was written in bold black:

“The people will pay for the heinous crimes they have committed! I’m sorry.

What is it? At the end of the day, all of humanity will pay?

The next, though shocking and skeptical, is also likely to be linked to this sudden global zombie crisis.

The answer is as follows:

I am a non-library based in Malawi, officially known as Nyasaran, a small country in south-eastern Africa, bordering Zambia, Tanzania and Mozambique.

In January 2018, there was a bite in a local village. According to company operators, it is like a mixture of rabies + Ebola + malaria.

It seems that only fresh meat can be satisfied for a short time.

Daunted, but still able to walk under the sun, and sensitive to sound and scent.

The first biter was a man who came back from the woods and fell down, and his younger son, who had greeted him, died as a result of being bitten by his neck on the spot.

When the family heard the curtains coming in, the little boy on the ground had only a half body torn apart.

Later, the sick man was kept in uniform by the village men who followed him, tied to a cage with straw ropes and, while tearing it, bit the mother, who was crying on the ground.

I’ve never seen one of these before, but the company’s operators go down a lot, so it’s absolutely real.

It has not been long since we heard that the village has been blocked, and we have seen helicopter traffic.

The operator reported that several heavily armed doctors had been brought in in protective clothing and protected by heavy military machine guns.

What they did was unknown to anyone and only heard of the third time they had given a shot to a large number of villagers, saying it was a vaccine or something, also from the local population.

Most alarmingly, in early March, all of the office heard heavy gunfire and explosions, which came from that location.

The driver who was driving downstairs settled in the village next door and saw with his own eyes the doctors in protective clothing experimenting with the living and dying in terrible conditions. Blood-stained living people burn and bury.

There is no real answer to a related interest, but I am a person, and the above sentence is true.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sick of this “no man.”

Please stop this horrible experiment and tell the world the truth and not let all mankind pay for it!

This anonymous answer immediately aroused my interest, and the author set up “no comment” and became more certain that he would not do it for powder and brush.

I went back to his home page and looked, and there was nothing else.

The answer was published on March 11, 2019, more than two years ago. So what happens in those two years?

The last time he heard a heavy shooting and explosion was when the local authorities, under pressure from outside sources, blocked the news and used force without being able to handle it.

The patient was executed on the spot. Did he blow up the village?

Are those who get bit and are tested for the vaccine?

The zombie virus originated in South Africa?

Was it there too?

Will the samples taken from the serum be the trigger for this worldwide explosion?

Will the mortuary virus be a biochemical weapon of an empire?

But their own country has fallen?

I don’t know.

I don’t understand a string of doubts, but it’s so cold that it’s so loud outside. Scramble from the sofa and aim at the telescope outside the window.

Dude!

On the high bridge opposite the slopes, a Toyota ramp surrounded by dead bodies was running across the front and the dead were dumped on the front and roof.

The side of the co-pilot pulled out a long, deep blood trail, with the body of the dead, black and purple, crawling around the side of the car, acting like a stinking “steal corset”.

That sound was that of Toyota’s great drive to break the quarantine belt, and it’s hard to say that it was a ghost driving.

Following another impact, Toyota ‘ s rampage was blocked in front of the road.

The body was about to be surrounded, the door opened and closed, and a long-haired woman ran out with her head covered, and the body fell on her.

There are still people alive! I’m holding my hand in secret.

She shouted something and was repeatedly tripped by bodies and objects lying on the ground while she was running, and was pushed to the side of the high bridge without a few steps.

The first step was death, and the second step was a mass of dead bodies from the pelvis.

She looked at the far-off car and appeared to have jumped from a bridge more than 20 metres in length without hesitation.

The corpses that chased her seemed hungry, then jumped down, broke their legs and did not feel pain, and were gruesomely gnawing on this sad body, with a little bit of heat.

The nails hurt and my heart sank to the bottom.

It’s like blowing bubbles, hoping that one will break in front of the eye…

Before leaving the window, the remaining light grazed into the cracks of the hegemon door, showing a girl with a timid head and a doll with a bear.

Kids look small, about 4 and 5 years old.

It turns out that the woman who had just left the car to protect her daughter was determined to die with a bunch of dead bodies, leaving her hope for her children.

I prayed with my heart over and over and over again that the child should not be bitten, and I was so confused that I didn’t even know if she should get out of the car.

Hide in the car, eat or drink.

Get out of the car, and the sheep into the mouth. What can I do?

I was worried that I would not be able to hold this tender child in my sight.

She looks so small, so cute, with dolls in her hand, she should be hugged by her parents.

And now you have to face the world alone, bloody, vicious, stinking, weird zombies!

I’m watching while I’m calling the police, and the phone is on the line.

Are the police still here? Is the government here? Who can save the child, who can save us…

On the high bridge, in the middle of the sea, the bodies of three, three or two persons continue to wander.

The little girl opened the door a little sew and the smudge got off.

She bends over, makes as little noise as possible and is careful to hide the walkers.

She’s smart, she’s not crying out of fear, she’s super calm and sane.

However, there was no exit from the bridge in the vicinity.

If you wish to seek asylum under the bridge, you will also have to travel about one kilometre south or north.

This distance was not worth it before.

But now, let’s not say that the child has to face it alone, even if a man of 1,200 pounds wants to take the full course, it’s as difficult and difficult as the West’s laws.

Under the eyes of the telescope, the child left for the north alone.

Maybe North Ben is the way she and Mom went home.

When she saw a dead body coming, she was lying under the car, waiting for the dead to walk away and crawling out.

On one occasion, she was run after by a dead man in a black leather jacket, who quickly hid in the link of a white van, where she escaped.

And then I don’t know.

It is impossible to continue to observe because of the heights that are blocking the sight.

We have to pray for our children in silence.

At night, the city seemed to have been pressed to pause.

Without loud traffic, dazzling buzzing, plaza music, the vehement hawks of the city’s merchants, the night-shows of the city, the salivating wine…

Instead, it’s dead silence.

The bright night of the neon had been dark and the light had gone out.

There are fewer and fewer lights on the top floors, and it is not clear whether they will never light again or whether they have been discovered.

We’re all silent, we’re afraid to come out and live.

Look at the watch, it’s only 5:25 p.m. It’s dark like 7 or 8 o’clock at night.

When the city ran out of street lights, no light billboards, no red curtain taillights, it was so dark!

I pull up the curtains, slowly turn the light on the corner of the wall, turn it to the medium light, then my ass bends to the couch and think about dinner?

Roadlights are off and the electricity system may be on the verge of collapse.

Or we could just eat some of the food in the fridge that needs to be cooked with electricity — barbecue.

There’s no barbeque, but it’s time to eat and enjoy your stomach.

I took out a multi-purpose roast pan from the cupboard, with stainless steel grills and grilled meat, and went to the fridge to find food.

Full of refrigerators.

Milk, eggs, ham, bacon, fruit and vegetables, cooked food, cakes, fishballs, frozen foods… They are organized in a regional manner.

Compulsiveness like me is the most annoying thing to do.

The lettuce must be, with more onions, golden needles and mushrooms, garlic, barbecue sauce and bacon.

By the way, there are eggplants, mushrooms, cabbage, potatoes, green peppers, every time you go to a barbecue.

A bag of duck intestines was removed from the freezer compartment and a piece of chicken chest bubble unfrozen.

I almost forgot tofu, I couldn’t afford to buy a little hard old tofu. I’ll replace it with a box full of tofu.

For safety, I didn’t dare turn on the kitchen light.

However, as a good-eating Daffodil, a line of sensory lanterns was placed under a high-level cupboard in order to cut the vegetables without light.

It now appears wise to buy batteries with carelessness.

Because I hoarded lots of batteries.

I’m finally able to sit at the table and brush the oil and fire.

The windows were dark, the grey and white eyeballs were sore, the bodies were rotting and bleeding, and many lives were lost.

But I was able to sit at the table and spread the bacon slowly and slowly, and hear the sound of the hysteria coming out of the fire.

A warm orange luminous light shines on the corner of the wall, and I put onions, garlic, etc. on the corner of the oven, and the fragrance of the food mixed with the fragrance hits the appetite.

I’ve caught up with a piece of scrawny bacon, and under the fire of cooking, the scent is full of nasal cavities, and the vibrating feeling is overwhelming.

Two times, after being wrapped in the ground in a spicy barbeque mixed with peanut sesame, it was wrapped in green leaves for the entrance.

Wow, strong chewing, fragrance, sesame cracks between teeth.

It’s good to have a good mouth, a good throat, a high stomach and a good stomach.

I changed my seat, raised my sleeve, started fighting for duck intestines, chicken chests.

I don’t want to think about “What will I do if I don’t eat?”

Two hours later, I had a comfortable hiccup.

Maybe I’m a few stupid girls who can have barbecues at the end of the day!

When everything is packed, the wall clock has reached almost 9 o’clock.

The curtains were sewn a little bit, there was a dark spot in the district and there was no light.

Am I the only one left?

In this way, there’s a little bit of larceny, because no one is safe for the time being, and the dead have no brains, at least no home.

When the phone was charged, the shower was quickly washed.

The plan is to take stock of existing foods and supplies in the daytime and see what needs to be destroyed.

In this case, it is as if the water and power are running out and the dead will not die for a short time, waiting for the day before the State’s rescue, or on their own.

It’s a lot of money, and it’s dry. I went to sleep when I didn’t look at my phone.

Probably drunk enough to get to sleep all night long enough to wake up at 11.

Scratch your eyes and go to the window. There’s someone downstairs!

I’m so excited. Put my glasses on and see what happened.

Are the bodies gone? What do these people want?

They’re running on the main road in the neighborhood, four of them, heavily armed, and they can’t tell who they are.

From a single body, about 3 men and 1 woman.

With no exception, the bag was carried, and everyone was armed with a bright red fire ax.

Under normal circumstances, it must have been an urgent search for food or necessities.

But bad is the fact that the remote bird in this neighborhood does not shit, has a low occupancy rate, and all bottom traders do not rent out, not even a small supermarket or convenience store.

Where will they find food?

There were not many dead bodies on the road in the sector, most of them concentrated in the vicinity of the building opposite, so the group had almost smoothly run back to the unit building opposite the section from the south gate.

The unit door seemed to have been filled with people who only saw them as soon as they arrived at the door, the unit door was automatically opened and then closed.

There are zombies in the opposite building and there are teams in the opposite building, both of which are all I know.

I am too weak to let them find me.

By the way, they were just running from the South Gate. What’s at the South Gate?

Ah, the property center!

Is there anyone alive in the property?

Are they gonna find out I’m moving through surveillance?

Will they tell the Bo guy?

Didn’t I get exposed?

What can I do?

I’m so restless, I’m trying to figure it out.

I don’t care. Let’s call the property first.

“Doo-doo-doo-doo. “A woman who panics and asks with a little cry.”

“I’m sorry, I’m the owner of our neighborhood. I just wanted to ask, do you want to ask me if I’m not in yet? I’m sorry.

I’ve been trying to think of a retarded problem that doesn’t reveal my room number.

“Oh, well, I don’t know about that now, owner, because the finances have changed…”

Property workers say.

“So, are you okay? Be safe! I’m sorry.

I pretended to care. I tried to get word from her.

“Thank you. I took the inventory in the warehouse, so I escaped. I’m sorry.

“But I’ve just heard a bunch of people come out here to grab something, and the fire-free glass is smashed, as if the front office’s sugar and snack cabinets were smashed. I’m sorry.

They told me the truth, and I was confused.

“And you, are you alone? Can you hold on? * I’m asking you, I’m concerned and I’m trying to figure it out *

“It’s safe. The storerooms are in the wrong corner. I’m sorry.

“Some of our usual snacks and large buckets of pure water. I can’t get a vibrator on the front desk. I’m sorry.

“Well, you take care of yourself. Don’t let them find out! When I got a general idea, I hung up.

Now, the biggest threat is the N men and N women on the other side of the building, no allies at the end, only survival.

The rule of jus cogens is my survival at this stage.

But I can’t imagine how hard these guys are…

It was the seventh day of the mortuary outbreak.

The whole city is like an empty city bombarded by nuclear weapons, looking out and wandering around the streets with the living dead who eat and don’t spit.

In the daytime, the dead and the dead and the dead and the dark of the night, the dead and the dead.

We’ve been out of water for two days. The voltage is also very volatile, and the batteries are charged at good and bad times, largely at a standstill.

I’m sitting there, staring at the little red dots on the charger, and the brain seems to be empty.

At the end of the day, it became the least boring entertainment.

The neighbours have been relatively secure recently, and the last food taken from the property centre should have been enough to stop them for a few days.

It’s just that, if there’s more people, it’s probably time to get out.

7 to 21, which is basically the limit of most household diets and water consumption.

Of course, without hoarding.

In any case, I’ve been busy, and I’ve been watching through binoculars 10 times or 3 flat tablets, and I’ve been looking at a house in the neighborhood, and I’ve been looking at people from a long distance…

Not exactly. Around 1 p.m., the guys were swinging out.

No exaggerations, really rocking.

One of the curls even lit a cigarette, his toes sprang with rhythm, and he was hammered by the big guy behind the car with a lid, which was a constriction.

Two or three of the bodies swayed, and the big man went up with an ax, separated his neck and splattered his blood.

They don’t look at zombies at all. It’s like bowling.

I saw it very well upstairs. They had four people in one row, but only the last time I was with them.

With a big red fire ax in his hand, a big guy and a man look like a trainer with a crowbar, a dagger, etc.

Where are they going to rob?

Who knows, the clown is me.

Looking at the stock of the house, I’ve got a feeling that I’m about to die, but I don’t want to be cheap.

What is the most painful thing in the world?

Knowing to lose, there was nothing left to do, because there was no way out to hit the other side.

As they came towards my building, I pressed my fists and turned everything that sounded into silence.

Then you put it on the wall and you put your ears up.

But why would they start with my building?

They don’t know. 3302.

Did they find anything?

Is the unit downstairs closed?

There’s no electricity at the door, is it?

At the end of the line of sight, the men entered the building silently.

Quiet as a dead end. I didn’t even hear a sound. The unit door didn’t look locked.

Soon, I heard the sound of intense footsteps and men talking.

They’re cleaning from the top floor!

“Damn, this door is locked, and it’s locked from inside! “A man dazzles.

“It’s locked on every floor below. It’s over. A man’s voice responds.

I held my breath, and we had only one stairway door, a branch door and an entrance door.

At this point, any little sound will be exposed to the enemy.

I was up against the wall, with machetes in my hand and sweating.

The sound of “push,” the sound of a screwdriver.

“Boss, there’s a groceries on both sides of this door. Questioning about the man’s voice.

Is that the big guy?

And the next answer is, does it make me stand still and panic?

The so-called big brother says, “Damn!” I’m sorry.

As you know, the fire doors are graded with a level-C fire doors for general dwellings, and the materials are generally selected for cold-rolled steel and stainless steel, with internal insulation material.

It’s almost 10 cm thick. How can you break it?

At first I heard that I was going to unload the door, and now I’m worried.

The enemy is in the dark, I’m in the dark, so you can smash it!

When I speak, I hear the sound of these brainless vandalists smashing down with an ax.

The level of violence is appalling, as if it had been broken up.

It’s just, who’s going to bring in a stairwell in the world?

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang! “The loud sound of the dead end is as loud as a hammer, sharp as a sound.

Every time I hit it, my heart was sore that I was afraid that the floors filled with water and the hoarding would be too heavy to break their necks with no shadow.

I leaned against the wall, and I felt each of the walls and floors, and my heart went down a little bit.

It’s dark, it’s boring, it can’t rest on any hope.

Five or six minutes later, the hammer door suddenly stopped.

One of them was happy to say, “Yo, brother, the wood has fallen off. I’m sorry.

What! How is that possible?

It’s too much for a safety door.

If they came in through the security door, they would see the door locked by chains and the fishing line that was placed in front of the elevator.

They’ll know the floor is inhabited, and they’ll break into the house and take my supplies and kill me!

“Close this side too, unload the door! “The big man continues to command.

The other side seems to have seen the dawn, and the noise of the “single” that hit the door has become more intense and intense.

I suddenly pin my hopes on the zombies and let them go and deal with these lunatics.

Downstairs, only a few bodies entered the unit building, and more bodies were standing in small squares as if they were identifying the source of the sound.

Let’s move it!

I ran to the balcony to pick up the meat from a pot of ceramic pottery, quickly opened the living room window, threw it straight into the open ground in front of the unit door and then closed the curtains quickly.

This sound, the madman working in the building can’t hear.

All I have to do is draw the attention of the bodies downstairs and attract them inside.

The boom, the flower pot fell from the 33rd floor, and suddenly it was slag.

When I opened a small corner of the curtains, I saw that the dead were attracted, and they tumbled and strung into the cell building without knowing what they were doing.

The zombies are really coming.

I pray the madmen out there don’t stop, the more they smash, the more they hear, the faster they come, the more they laugh.

Their sensitivity to sound, like the smell of prey in a leopard, like the bloodthirsty tastes silky blood, with an overwhelming amount of it.

All of a sudden, there was a huge bang and the lights were shaking.

The security door of the building collapsed, and the lunatics walked straight in and saw the fishing line that I tied in front of the elevator door, as well as the match, the Fukuda that had been placed on the 3301 door.

“Fuck! There’s a man in this house! I’m sorry.

Because outside the blast door there’s a door to the house, I can’t see what they’re doing, I can hear nothing but kick 3301.

At this moment, I am appalled by how meaningful it was that night ‘ s self-righteous behaviour.

I can be safe to the greatest extent possible by creating a host.

In the morning, I heard a crowd of bodies screaming and shaking in the halls, like the sound of a collective ring-up “thow-thow-thow-thow” going up and down the stairs, intense and rushing.

“You listen to what? The madmen seem to have heard it too.

But it’s up to them to clean the building from the top floor and unload the stairwell security door.

“Fuck, it’s zombies. A bunch of zombies! “I heard only one voice of panic and panic, and I breathed and said,

In a panic, they began to smash the door in a violent manner, hoping to get in and hide. Our door to the house was not spared.

Unfortunately, they were outnumbered, and the four of them were quickly eaten to death.

I took out these lunatics who were watching people’s goods with the hands of the dead.

It’s just that the door was red and turned into a place for the dead.

At this point, the door to the home fire and the door to the blast became the only barrier between me and the dead.

It’s two doors away, but I’m still on the inside. After all, zombies don’t open the door, only people do.

Unfortunately, I’ll have to watch out for the fragrance of my cooking food and avoid making a big noise.

The silent clock on the wall pointed at 17:40, which was before it was the peak of the night when the voices were boiling.

Off-duty, out-of-school children, food-buying aunts, chess-watchers on the street, out-of-the-street-of-the-breathers, and endless traffic queuing on brakes together produce a hot, smoke-filled, market well.

However, it is now only the eighth day of the mortuary outbreak, and there is only death in the city. Unlike the bloody scenes of smoke, fire and house-jackings of the past few days, the whole town was plunged into a violent silence.

There is no voice, no car, no voice of light, no cry or even groaning, except for the horrifying cry of the dead, which drags their bodies around in a painful despair.

I don’t have any appetite for this mess with these building sweepers, and it’s getting worse when I think about the bloody and ghosty zombies outside the door.

I am a man with a strong sense of coercion and subjectivity, and if things don’t move as expected, I’m all over it, and there’s no place for it.

But the security door of the stairs was removed and I didn’t want to step on it.

Slowly, there’s nothing left to do, and so does it.

Cities without light are particularly early for night invasion. Less than 7 o’clock, the sky fades.

In order to protect myself, I pulled the curtains of all the rooms and lit a downlight on the corner.

Just like the old people on the corner of the village, I sat on the shadow sofa where the light didn’t come from, trying to remember the signs of the beginning of the disaster and wondering where the future would go.

For modern people, life without a net is extremely difficult.

I would like to know if there is a State, a government? Are relief efforts being actively organized?

I’d like to know how many survivors I’ve got around here? Want to know if there’s a safe haven in this city?

Where are the heavily armed and heavily-fired ELN guards?

Where can there be some hope for the people of the end who are afraid?

When I was going to go to the bedroom to get my headphones and turn on the FM radio, the loud sound of the “roars” came out of the window.

And as a precaution, We put out the light immediately, then We closed the curtains in secret, and observed it with a sharp eye.

The sound came from above the bridge, and it was clear that a helicopter circled at low altitude on the bridge, as if it was observing what it was looking for and had flown more than once.

I’m on the 33rd floor, and if it’s daytime, I should be able to see the real face of the helicopter at close range.

But it’s the night, and I can only hide the green helicopters and the bright searchlights, with any characters on them and nothing else.

After a while, the helicopter flew straight in the direction of the neighborhood, and there was a big movie owner who saved the world.

I was busy hiding in the corner of the wall to avoid being discovered and unable to observe for a while, fearing for any sophisticated equipment such as thermal imaging, night vision and thermometers.

Jomo wandered for about five minutes, and the sound of the helicopter ‘s “roars” was getting smaller and headed south.

At night, the circled military green helicopters gave me renewed hope.

The country is still there, and the Government is there, and reconstruction is expected.

But the evil of humanity makes me realize that the greatest security is when the end comes with caution and is not easily revealed.

Have you ever been starved?

When I woke up, it was almost 11 o’clock, and I finally felt empty in my stomach.

I’m stuck in my house, I can’t read it, I can’t read it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it.

At this moment, only food can heal itself.

The two-day voltage was good and bad, and it seemed like a minute away from the power outage.

We’ve got to eat the insatiable foods in the fridge to avoid waste. Although the material reserves are rich, they cannot be squandered.

Open the refrigerator door, warm white lights and cool head.

After the last barbeque, there was not much left in the fridge, and the problem was solved in two or three days.

In the freezer, there are also half a bottle of open barrels of milk, several rows of yogurt, block butter, oatmeal, white-mouth mushrooms, sea-fruit mushrooms, onions, carrots, half a piece of fine ham, and Angja light cream.

In the vegetable protection room, a small set of curry, truffles, round vegetables, tofu skin and two corns.

In the freezer room, several chicken breasts, fish balls, frozen dumplings, milk yellow bags, two whole ducks and three whole chickens are frozen.

Yesterday, the house sweepers and zombies were worried, and today they suddenly want to eat food that warms their stomachs.

Scattered foods were made into creamed mushrooms, vegetables and urchin noodles at noon, with black peppers to pick up the breast of the chicken and at night they were fragrance.

I’m just going to shut the kitchen door so I don’t have to raise my hand.

In the small milk pan, the oo-ho-ho-ho.

The frying pan melts the butter, and the fragrance slowly grazes is curable.

In turn, onions, chips, sea mushrooms, ham intestines are cooked, and then half a barrel of pure milk grunted and roasted.

While the wood shovels were turned on, the cabinet drawers were pulled and black pepper shredded and sea salt particles were added, and the smell of good food gave a sudden increase in appetite.

Oh, by the way! Butter mushrooms are still alive!

Take the spoon and dig the cream in the jar into the pot, and the soup becomes chubby.

The fungus and ham, covered in milk and cream, are pushed by the flames of the bottom of the pot.

I threw it into the luminous winter, and I put down my favorite crumbs and crumbs, full of fragrance, and set fire to the fire.

It’s so satisfying that the Qs are full of ointment and seafood mushrooms! At the end of the day, this must be the simplest flat version of Tokyo cheese cream.

Anyone who takes a bite should be able to wipe out some of these global mortuary corpses that have been raging, bloody and brutal and inexorable.

I’m going to bring a pot to eat. Yes, it’s in the pot.

And all of a sudden, I was trying to be more careful, and I found some towels, rags, house T-shirts that were just about to be replaced, so I was able to get a nice meal.

I sat in front of the binoculars and ate a little.

Seems to be used to watching zombies for dinner, but not at all. It’s so quiet that people are too resilient.

All the sights are swaying corpses.

The little girl who was found on the bridge is missing, the mid-aged couple who were wearing a scarf across the street, the first hospital where the bodies broke out, and what happened to Malawi, which had the anonymous answer?

By the way, was the helicopter circled last night the enemy or friend?

Under a fragrance, a mystery as if it had opened up a secret room in a large city view, the theme of which was survival at the end.

No one knows where tomorrow is.

I snort the smooth ointment, I sip the hot and chubby cream mushroom soup, and a warm, gradual rush to the tip of the stomach, to feed my heart, and a little sweatball on my forehead.

Get up and touch my stomach. Isn’t that what I wanted to do before I left naked?

For a little white like me, my desire for nothing is far from as calm as it is in the kitchen.

Day after day, I’ve been hooking my calendar for more than two months. It’s a dead city that’s getting quieter, and it makes no sense to be trapped like me.

While eating in pain, they are confined to each other, living like dead bodies, lurking in the dark, without any hope of continuing.

Three deep and thick red fork in the calendar remembers the days of urban paralysis.

Dead bodies hit the city on the 7th day of the water out, 11th day of the power out, 19th day of the gas out.

Day 8 also had a star sign because a helicopter appeared at night.

After that night, however, the sound of a propeller that brought life to the human body never appeared again.

Did he fly away or was he caught up in a pile of dead bodies and killed?

That night, I couldn’t hit the gas, hoping it would run out a little bit.

In the darkness, I crouched upon the earth as if I had been abandoned by the scum, how much I felt and how much I felt.

The last stench that saved your life was blown away by the wind in the morass of the marshes, and it was sore.

But every morning and every night, I’m on the radio and I’m on every channel.

A little bit of the tip of your nails, just a little bit of a survivor’s voice, like Chuck and the Volson for the rest of his life.

Based on the experience of past mortuaries, the survival rate of survivors will be significantly reduced by more than two months.

Unless they remain in solid buildings, with adequate sources of food and a guarantee of continued silence, no visible acoustic PV attraction.

But how many more people will live in this city? Where’s the safe zone? Is the government and the armed forces still there? How are my parents?

I don’t know anything, I don’t have any access to information.

It’s really hard.

At a time when I was restless, the sound of brakes and doors on the road suddenly came.

The whole city is too quiet and the small noises of the past are so clear today.

The car stopped on the road outside the block, while there was a arrogant talk.

I hid the whole body behind the wall, pointed my telescope at a small hole at the extreme edge of the glass, which was empty, without a periscope.

There was a man in a black vest with a big, fat, bald head, turning his finger and scaring me by looking in the dark, thinking he was found so soon.

The telescope saw clearly that they were driving four jeeps, about ten people, all male.

The front is a red tank 300, with new paints, but with sticky meat, which is disgusting.

As for skinheads, it’s supposed to be a good man.

He said that he was familiar with the area with his finger on it, knowing that it was a new one with a low occupancy rate and that it was safer to be stationed than on the road.

The first man was wearing a black baseball cap with his hands around the front of the car.

I can’t see how old he is. He’s got a strong body, and he’s got a big arm on my side of the room, all entangled in black and black.

Half the calves in shorts, the muscles are thick, the veins on the legs seem to strangle the chickens like me.

Don’t get caught. I’m going back.

Soon they have plans.

The other two ran to the iron gate with a wrench and broke the chain and pushed the door.

Four jeeps “blowed” on the gas, moving in, headed towards the inner road of the district, and eventually stopped near the gym at the centre of the building.

The two men who had just opened the door broke out of the trunk of a car and ran to lock the door.

There are also a few strong men who move out of the car, out of tents, grills, etc., and are highly skilled.

Looks like they’re gonna be stationed here.

It’s a nice place to hide in a closed environment, with a lot of people.

It is very difficult for the herds to find them, as long as they do not make too much noise.

It’s just that these people sleep in the square on my side, and I have to be careful and never be seen.

The first night the Jeep convoy was stationed in the district, I didn’t dare turn on the light. Walk gently, fearing to make some noise.

Instead, they shouted at the wide and flat plastic square downstairs, and the first few of them drank wine, full of mouths, and the next one, and the next one laughed.

So I thought it was not the end, but the roadside barbecue on the night of the summer.

I’m holding a smoke-free candle into the back. No, it’s called the storage room.

Lighted up when the doors were closed, and there was much light in the room. And the crayons were a box of wells in order, and gave me some peace and firmness.

Durable storage, secondary storage, type of food, and validity of food are clearly marked with a marker.

I turned out a bag of vacuumed rice, a bag of soybeans, a couple of halogen eggs and roasted sausages, and a bottle of orange-flavored fendar, ready to cook simple rice powder, but there are no fresh rice spics and bean beans to cook.

While cooking powder on the kitchen’s mini-caffold, there’s a scene of obscenity laughter downstairs, as if it’s about a beautiful dead woman…

Oh, my God, that’s just too much.

Right now, the enemy is dark.

I didn’t even dare to light candles in the living room, and instead the invaders drank and shouted, and I thought that reality was so ironic and I didn’t know what to do.

I’ve always been a sheep’s sex, and the slow heat is not a good word.

The head of the first company told me, “Teach to change from sheep to wolves.” I’m sorry.

And I was childish enough to come back to him, “I think it’s good to be a sheep, and if everybody is a wolf, it’s boring. I’m sorry.

I didn’t expect that to be true.

It was because it was a sheep who had the guts to go out, to tear up his unit, to come down and run for his life, at best with the courage to speak naked, to survive the attack on the city.

So it doesn’t matter whether the wolf is good or the sheep, but it’s important to live.

In the dark, when I was talking about the last meal, the screams of women were coming downstairs.

Late at night, a woman’s presence broke the peace.

Who is she? Where is she from? What are you doing?

I remember these people camping without seeing a woman. There were only a dozen men.

Being gay, I’m naturally more curious.

You’re gonna have to put the pot in the kitchen, and you’re gonna sit on your binoculars. But the night is too late to see or hear.

It wasn’t until 9 o’clock the next morning that I finished my breakfast that I heard some noises downstairs.

A woman was wringed in her arms by a strong man and pushed in front of the motorcade brother, surrounded by a crowd of people who watched.

Women are estimated to be around 20 years old, in their shapes, with long hair and a small pearl hair clip, with long hairs falling on their sides, and they are even more delicate.

The shoulderband on the side of the dress was somehow torn off, with white lingerie straps and a yellow-coloured dress with stars on the line.

Brother! My boyfriend was eaten. They said you’re in a safe place. I’m sorry.

“But they… they forced me to do something like that! I’m sorry.

Women cry in the rain, I see.

“What kind of thing, sister?”

The big brother asked me to step down and pick up a woman’s jaw, and then he laughed in a vicious and debauchery.

If a woman wasn’t stupid, she would know what would happen.

It would be desperate to know that her boyfriend, who had been eaten by a dead body, had just left the tiger’s den and entered the wolf’s den, and had to be bullied by a bunch of coon beasts.

I’m afraid being a ghost won’t spare them, will it?

Women sit on the floor, their hands shaking and weeping, as if they were trying to pull back the time line, not trust strangers and not go with strangers.

She tried hard to wake herself up from this vicious and cruel nightmare.

It’s just that there’s a difference between imagination and reality.

Soon, the woman was dragged into the back of the car, and the big brother went into the car in a colorful manner.

The rest of them scrambled and tried, like bloodthirsty beasts, to see the sweetness and ugly appearance.

They were stationed here, and a small number of them went out to find food supplies and those left alone, and then they were taken back for fun and released into the open.

With a sense of weakness, a black hole of humanity can never be tested.

At the end of the day, there were other kinds of human flesh and corpses.

Having witnessed the atrocities of this group of people, I became more afraid and more cautious.

The curtains were not closed on a day-to-day basis, fearing that the single permafrost would not be safe, not to mention that the light would be turned off when the night arrived.

As a person with a great sense of insecurity and the worth of force, I am well aware of myself.

So, with a little wind and grass, a little bit of it sought to be actively closed and confined to the four walls of the steel and cement cast in order to survive.

Now the enemy is downstairs, and I have to defend myself.

So, I have defined the hazard class as the highest level – extremely dangerous!

Once exposed, they are bound to be stamped out by wolves, and all pre-disaster material reserves will be looted.

And myself, like the women who were deceived, will become the end of the days of these men.

Has anyone ever felt that way?

When you’re alone, you can’t stop thinking. Because being alone makes people think.

Since the time of seeing the captive women being destroyed, when the cloaks were circulating in broad daylight and naked were pushed and pushed away, when I sat around the grass with my feet tied and desperate, my moral beliefs, which had been washed up by 18 years of school education, have often mired me.

In those days, I used to fantasize about my lead radiance, and I imagined the smart way to save the women who were humiliated by repeated gang rapes…

But the end is not only a loss of morality, a distortion of humanity, but also the re-emergence of animal instincts, and profit avoidance is the way to survive.

In the meantime, I’m impressed by a woman.

That afternoon, she was brought in with black silk on her legs, which, although it was not appropriate to break several holes, had a white-skinned and snowed thigh, which was very meaty.

The cortical short skirt just happened to cover the buttocks, and the collar of the knitting shirt was pretty close.

The men were leaning in the car, whistling and waiting for new playthings.

Unlike other women, she did not cry or shout, but instead tried to make fun of herself, strutting her head and climbing up to give kisses to the big brother of the convoy.

Men are apparently more receptive to this light woman than women who use their nails to kill themselves and to dance with their teeth.

She drank a lot of wine and punched her hands with them, and she didn’t hide the salty hands that came out of her hand, and then she stepped in the car with the men.

Almost all men are obsessed with her, compared to other women who are not moving, or whose body is only mechanized.

She enjoys a “privileged” freedom of movement that is not tied up and is often stuck to a motorcade brother, holding a man in her hand and sometimes leaning up to seduce him.

I saw clearly from the telescope that other women treated her like dirty things and threw garbage at her while she was not paying attention.

But it seems that this particular woman does not care, does not talk much to other women and has never complained.

And when she came, the motorcade boss got up and waved a name to the team. – The Black Tigers were sprayed on the car with a few different colours of paint found at the property centre.

That night they set fire to the bonfire, and sat in a row, and it was so cool.

It seems to be to celebrate that the team has a name, to conquer a number of women… And even worse, to create an atmosphere, to beat each other with a glass bottle.

In any case, they all did what society couldn’t do before.

I don’t know if I’m up there, and I don’t know when I’m going to attract a crowd of dead people, just like their night song, so that the safety factor is so high that the low-density neighborhood is no longer clean.

But life isn’t as good as it should be.

For now, I can only save my acre three points and plan my days.

Fresh food is long gone in the storage room, and most recently it’s all dehydrated vegetables, and it always feels so bad.

So I went out with the mushrooms, the vegetables, the seeds, and so on, and I planned to plant a little.

In addition, water is a major problem. If we don’t have any reserves, sooner or later we’ll have to sit there.

If the quality of life is not to be desired, the rest of the day is enough to enjoy itself. Every day, you eat, sleep and chase, you can certainly download it before the disaster, but you can still deal with it.

It was not too good to take light when a single perforation was placed on the windows of the house to prevent an external peek. Vegetable seeds, which lack sufficient light and are not germinate, are estimated to be cold.

It’s a good thing the mushrooms in the planting bag aren’t disappointing. They’re rising so fast.

It’s easy for a treasurer to grow, but in a few days, he’ll be able to cook a hot pot of cactus.

And his friend said, “Someone eats for living, and some for eating.” I’m sorry.

I think I should be worthy of the latter.

It is true that the moment when the food is in your throat can heal the anxiety and heal the body and soul.

After 10 and a half days, a riot broke out in the square downstairs.

What happened?

Listen carefully before you know what it’s like for those men.

It began with herpes and herbs and developed into puss.

There are serious cases of festering yellow suspense in the lower parts of the body, and people whose groin is swollen and difficult to walk and whose body is full of copper rashes.

They found out that they had fallen into this woman’s early-morning web and went mad.

They stormed in front of the car, tearing women from the side of the car to the middle of the road, punching and kicking with their hair and punching with their dead hands.

The man with the red eye can’t stand it, smashes the bottom of a bottle lying on the ground and then strung her skin several times.

I don’t know if I’m scary or dead at the end of the telescope.

Why did they pretend to be victims when they were the first to do it?

Such acts are no less brutal than the famous no-go-go, honey (also known as Sanctuary).

Mixing, the first recorded in volume 2 of Tang Dynasty’s “Assisting in the Field”, was said to have enjoyed “mixing” in the spring south.

We’ll feed the young ones with their eyes open and red, and we’ll nail them to the table, and they’ll crawl.

A bite with a chopstick, and the mouse screams, so it’s called “muid.”

The eater grabs the live mouse with chopsticks, and the mouse squeaks (this is a squeak), and then the mouse squeaks (this is a squeak), and when it is put into the mouth of the eater, the mouse makes the last squeak (this is a squeak).

“Aah! Aah! When a knife cuts into a woman’s body, red blood drops from the top down. She can’t help it any longer. She’s screaming.

They want to torture her to death.

She struggled, as though sour water was pouring out her throat, but the more she moved, the more she was wounded.

Death is the easiest. Death is the worst.

The women who abused her in the past seem to have realized something and have always blamed her. She’s the hero.

I’m going to make these stinking men suffer from disease and evil.

They seem to want to do something for the heroine who is being tortured and to look at each other.

Maybe they feel that they’ve been ruined and that the end has no place to go.

A woman, while the guard was not watching, caught a sharp piece of glass with her feet and hid it in her hand and broke the rope, which was then transmitted in turn, untied the rope behind her back.

When a team moves one way or another and wants to do something, especially revenge, it’s basically possible.

Women, they are too soft, but they are terrible. Like a silk, like a steel, like a rock.

A gentle knife, a knife that costs lives.

The women in the trash can have been unconscious long ago, and the pain in their body can make people lose their sense of reason, and they can make them pass out without suffering.

After a while, it may have been the men who were tired, or who could not bear the physical discomfort, after all the puss they fell into the tent.

The small square was quieted down for a while, leaving behind only a handful of glass leftovers and eleven women with no chicken in their hands.

By the way, there’s the hero who’s tied up in a garbage can and he’s bleeding.

When there was no turning time in the tent, the women quickly rose up and picked up some glass fragments and hid in the tumbled hair.

They seem to have plans, like early distribution.

The two were released and the two quickly opened the trunk and took the hydraulic shears and ran towards the gate.

The two men drilled into the driver ‘ s seat of the Black Land Rover and the White Toyota highway, one of them pulled the rear door and was ready to pick up the wounded woman.

Others turned over confiscated weapons and distributed them to the people, then went together to rescue her from the trash can.

The women’s team had a clear division of labour and a well-thought-out mind, and the woman who was in charge of cutting the lock came back and compared the team with a “OK” gesture.

I didn’t think they would.

I thought I’d run away from these evil men, but I didn’t think I’d get away with it.

When the team members were all in the car, the two vehicles stepped on the gas door and went straight towards two of the tents, preparing to run over them with full force and shame.

It is indefatigable, both for itself and for the sisters of the line.

The extent of the violence at the scene need not be re-stated. The suicide attacks by women and the death of the wheel in two tents before they could react.

The men in the rest of the tents stormed out, saw the scene looming and then pulled out the keys and stepped on their own car.

The white hegemonics were stopped by the tent pole that had just collapsed, the tires were empty, and a man took a fire extinguisher and smashed a half of the wind.

The women in the car did not show weakness and did not want to live or die, and directly found half of their bodies stabbing men with glass.

It’s like a once-in-a-lifetime squirt of blood, and it’s like a once-in-a-lifetime music fountain.

The Black Rover was fast moving out of the quarter, followed by a red tank and another Jeep, and the white hegemonic finally rounded the ropes and ran up the door.

At this moment, there is no more room in the vacant area, no more incriminating, no more incriminating, no more incorruptible, no more incriminating.

There was only a drop of liquid that permeated the plastic floor.

The so-called Piff is angry and the blood is splattered.

It is a pleasure to see these women, who have been tricked and captured, reach out, fight with the evils of the end, and strike a deadly blow at the moment.

I was staring at the telescope, and it was so sudden and exciting that the Jedi counter-kill was taking place.

When they drove out of the block, the sound of the tires rubbing the ground sounded several times.

Because of the failure to build on the left side of the sector, the telescope was blind and could not observe what had just happened. Maybe it’s too fast, or it’s some kind of unknown barrier.

Soon, the vehicles continued to appear in the camera, but somehow they were heading south in a reverse direction.

There are a lot of obstacles on the road, with all kinds of collisions.

The first black Land Rover crashed several dead bodies, and his arms and legs were thrown straight to the roadside fence, and it was so disgusting.

All of a sudden, the Rover, which was driving hard, as if it had been stuck by something, hit the high bridge with a 180-degree flip, and started a fire.

Several of the vehicles in the back were caught in the middle of an accident, and they were in short supply with brakes.

Some of the cars crashed the horn, and the horns were ringing, and soon the bodies were drawn.

In a moment, the people of the Fire bulge their heads and distort their struggle.

The good, the bad, the man, the woman, the mortuary, are all in the flames, in the burning of gasoline, in the explosion, and in the lull of the smoke.

As a result, the Black Tiger Gang, which had been stationed in the district for almost four months, was officially eliminated.

The explosion, which resulted from the collision of four vehicles, was so loud that the fire broke out and the smoke was thick.

Strong acoustic PV stimuli attracted almost all the bodies around.

They gathered around the scene of the accident and straddled in three or three of them, then headed south in the direction of the black smoke.

There are huge bodies, including elderly people with white hair, young and strong youth, and two or three-year-old children who are owl to feed.

The bodies of the dead in a pale and pale world squeezed from time to time from deep within their throats.

It appears to be complaining about the injustice of fate, as if it were painful, and that the distorted face was silent as to how to extricate itself.

I turned my focus, and there was that little girl in the camera who jumped on the high bridge to save her life for her child.

She, unguarded, broke into my camera.

It’s been a long time since the dress was beautiful, and it’s been laced out of line.

The girl with her hair in disarray walked along with her body, blinded by no one, with no back.

The doll in her hand was lost somewhere, and she kept walking with her skinny arms.

Maybe she forgot who she was and the way home.

I hope she forgets her mom too, and forgets what she did.

Muted zombies can rot, but those who live are alone and have to survive on firm faith.

In the crumbs of the dead, there is no net, no water and electricity, no mortgage, no pressure on performance KPI, and life needs to be more self-regulating.

Unknowingly, a whole year has passed since the mortuary outbreak, and I have begun to adapt to this static state of life. The law of survival of the last is also slowly and clearly accepted.

When the teacher said, “The food chain is closed and the human nature is dark,” I didn’t think. “The first time I heard it, I heard it.” I’m sorry.

In the early days of the disaster, I thought of going out to save people, of distributing excess food to those in need, of saving the loners by my own means, of punishing the weak-minded bastards with little cleverness.

But then, one stake, one piece, let me reflect on myself.

And My power is limited, but in the Last Life, where there is no guarantee of survival, the evil in the hearts will increase in infinite measure.

To this day, I find it unwise to leave. I’ve been in a safe house.

A civilian like me, who has no lead radiant ring, can’t lead you around the camp like Rick in The Walking Dead, or have vaccine antibody protection like Murphy in The Dead.

As ordinary people who can no longer be ordinary, there is even a little bit of stupidity, a little bit of slow reaction, a little bit of slowness … In such a scenario, being responsible for themselves is not adding to society.

The more they grow up, the more they find, the more they seek, the more they know what they are and face it.

It is already invaluable to preserve a conscience that is familiar with the evil of the human mind and that is hungry.

After a while, the corpses were rarely seen downstairs. Through telescope observation, the vast majority of the dead are concentrated in the main urban area and in heavily constructed areas.

After the last two days of stocking, it was found that the food was still adequate and that the actual consumption was not as high as expected, perhaps because it was not available.

Main foods, fast foods, snacks, drinking water, truck stoves, daily supplies are well stored, but the water in the large water cans has been exhausted, and vegetables have been less than ideal and need to be considered early.

Having confirmed its absolute safety, I plan to open up the ceiling area and plant water for better quality survival.

After a week-long day and night observation, no dead bodies were observed in the subdistrict, reference was made to other buildings and no trace of the dead.

And at this level where We are, in the mornings and in the evenings, ears are set up at the gate, and no movement was heard.

In fact, there is no need for time now, because at any given time it is quiet and silent, with no noise.

Finally, it’s time for adventure.

I’ve changed my pocket to a zipper, and I’ve been worried about something.

After repeatedly confirming the key to the door and the key to the penthouse C lock, I took a long ax and was going out.

In case of a corpse, I’ll throw the axe out and buy myself a runaway time and then go home.

The blast-proof doors are made from special industrial steel plates, strictly based on mechanical data and equipped with high-performance hardware accessories. So once the door is closed, the security of the door is self-evident.

Take a deep breath, and I swirl the 12 doors of the blast-proof door and dig out my head.

At this point, me and the buildingway are also isolated from the door to the house.

Shh. Quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat.

I stuck the door with a slipper, left only a narrow stitch unlocked, and then continued to observe the building through the fire gate.

There’s no one in the building but nothing. The security doors in the grey corridor were broken and turned, and white bricks and walls were marked with blood but dried up.

A man’s body was lying on the ground, and the body was left with a wood-dried skeleton and a skull that could be identified.

The half-haired black arm on the fishing line in front of the elevator door showed how badly earlier the building sweepers fought the dead.

After a moment of observation, I stepped out of the safe zone with a hard head.

I need to open up the roof as soon as possible.

The necessary route up to the top is 33 floors up the half-story. As a matter of urgency, I have to separate the stairs below the 32nd floor from the stairs.

It is not too late for me to put out a bag of sand, greasy, plaster, which was left behind in the past year for the renovation.

And We have raised them in layers, and We have made them firm, like a sandbag wall in the flood relief. In the absence of red brick cement, this is the easiest to build quickly.

OK, the area of the building is now secure, but I can’t see the man’s body lying here “sleep” if nothing happens.

A weapon shovel was brought in to provoke it and throw it directly from the window down the stairs.

Never thought I’d be a rooster, but only a second high-altitude throwing, one killing and two throwing.

This is magic!

The chain on the roof door was hanging, and it was still the one I had tied, and there were traces of damage, but the internal lock core was not destroyed.

It must have been the first time that the low-floor neighbors wanted to go up to the roof and observe the situation.

The key opened the door, a warm wind came to the surface and the whole man was sober.

After more than a year of a passive circle, for the first time outside the house, there was no cloud at the top.

The natural wind, with no car tails, is clear, but there is nothing to talk about.

All over the city, all over the city.

Weeds were even grown in the desolate streets, filled with uncleaned garbage, and cars were smashed with dusty trees in the middle of the road, along with street sign boxes.

A wind rises and leaves are swung up, making the sound of salad.

Leafs floated a few metres in the air and fell to the ground, causing further loss of sight and weakness.

When you witness the ruins of once luxurious cities, families that used to be full of laughter are broken up, it is an opportunity to say goodbye to workers at work.

Time had run over, bodies had been attacked, persons had been robbed, and that encounter must be recorded in history.

It’s a coincidence, and it’s a necessity. In any case, it’s just yesterday’s.

I removed the four old large buckets from the house downstairs and spread them over the roof, hoping to collect some rain when it rains, so that they could be used for the daily gardening.

The solar panels once acquired were removed from the study room, accompanied by a thick product manual, which was prepared for a two-day study to provide, at a minimum, for recharge of energy-efficient lamps and electronic products.

By the way, the three half-dead Shanghai blues on the balcony have to move up and enjoy the baptism of light co-operation and the sun.

I’m the kind of man who thinks he’s got no heart.

Since there are no answers, there are no more questions. It would not be helpful to think of how to use the current stock of materials to better live.

If you ask me, what day is it?

I might be able to say a few things, because my calendar is long gone and I can’t remember exactly what day it is.

When the calendar went to the last page of the year, I forgot the hook, and it was two or three days later, and it was not recorded, and it was about a day.

If you want to be dazzled, you know the days, and if you want not to waste the days, you know the days.

When the vegetables are green and the fungus fragrances are harvestable, I want to make a good meal in the sunset, miss my parents and remember my good life…

With the opening of the roof space, the day has been much more comfortable, at least daily, to reach out and blow the natural wind.

The important thing is that the view of the roof is much better than that of the room, and the four north and east can be seen 360 degrees from the north and south, without any cover, without any more. That is why the occupation is so important in ancient military law.

A year and six months after the mortuary crisis broke out, my life was in order, on a daily basis, around observation, food, planting, reinforced inspections, recreation and sleeping.

Food reserves remain adequate. In one way or another, most people underestimate the importance of community and overestimate the significance of isolation.

When people do not have the desire to feed themselves, are not brainwashed by capital, and do not suffer from an imbalanced mindset of being widowed, the material resources needed for life are limited.

There’s a box and a box of spicy chicken wings in the storage room, all-fake chips, a cup of tea and coffee, and snails for lunch.

Ever since the planting basins were moved, Shanghai has seen a great increase in green, pickles, onions, garlic seedlings, especially herbs and garlic seedlings, with a great sense of success. The mushrooms also ate several times, and the most rare of several bacteria was the stubble.

In a cloudy morning, I pulled a sunscreen, put on a small table and a card stove that used to camp, and prepared an outdoor fire pot.

One person does not need to eat too much, with a bag of fragrances and soy sauce, lunch meat slices, vacuum duck intestines to wash, and a few powdered chords of lumber-breeded salami, and a green mushroom to be thrown into the pot.

The fragrance of the wind is simmering in the pot, and the scent is quickly blown away and diluted in the air, and if it does not concern itself with the fullness of the city and the broken walls, it is also comforting.

The sound of a helicopter’s noise came out suddenly in the middle of the food gap and in the thick clouds. I’m trying to get home and I’m afraid I’ll be found in a high-altitude surveillance telescope, and I’m hiding at the corner of the tower and watching.

The sound of the amplifier came out suddenly after the helicopter, deep in the green, circled in the direction of the bridge at 1 o’clock:

“Living citizen friend, good morning. I’m sorry.

We stayed in the same place for a while without knowing that the enemy was a friend. Should we go out and wave and greet and release the distress signal?

For a moment, I decided not to move.

“In an hour’s time, the whole world will be engaged in a mass destruction operation, and our cities will be engaged in combat. Please stay in the safe zone and be prepared! I’m sorry.

The helicopter returned in the vicinity and the loudspeaker broadcast the message over and over again. I’m so excited I can’t do it myself I’m crying.

There are still people alive!

There were armed forces!

The country didn’t abandon us!

While it was not known how many survivors there were, there was hope and faith in action.

Taking advantage of the distance of the helicopter, I snuck out of the roof, locked the roof door and went home to close the door, waiting to witness this historic moment.

As far as I can see, the number of dead bodies in the vicinity is decreasing, and the pace and pace of movement is slowing, far below the sensitivity of the dead in the early days of the disaster.

An hour later, it was not known what the State would do to eliminate the dead. Did you send armed units to kill in the zone, or did you drop bombs in the dead zone?

I wonder if the vaccine to cure the dead has been developed?

When will reconstruction begin?

Is the credit card car loan coming back?

By the way, will the city where Mom and Dad live be notified by a helicopter? When we’re out, can we come out of the house and gather?

At this point in time, it’s as exciting and tense as the expectations and tensions that existed before the arrival of the present, the illusion that this man is ideal, and the fear that if he doesn’t have a common language, he won’t be able to talk together?

Although I have just had half the meal interrupted, at this time I have been unable to take care of my stomach and feel nothing about hunger. Squeeze and find the backpack and start packing the bag that you need to use when you leave.

Soon, the silent city came with sharp alarms, coming from some high ground in the centre of the city, high and persistent, as if they were to attract all the dead in the north and east and the south and to destroy them.

It lasted more than a year, after a few days of plumbing, afraid to turn on the flashlight, to play music videos, to make a big noise by opening a window, now it’s finally gonna be Fahrenheit’s deafening face against the dead!

In the telescope lens, a group of 30-50 per cent of the dead quickly swooped in the direction of sound, waiting for them either to return or to be released.

The alarms were ringing for 24 hours, during which two or three explosions of magnitude occurred, the flames burst into the sky, and thick black smoke appeared on the layers of buildings.

And in the next few days, the alarm went from one hour to three hours to six hours, and the point where it came out was a layer of irradiation, which gradually expanded.

By the time the alarm lasted until the fifth day, the perimeter of the telescope was no longer visible.

I think I should be able to go out, but when I think of what my parents told me, “I can’t go out until I’m absolutely safe.” In the last few years, the government has been able to set up a new campaign to improve the security of the country’s citizens.

My parents and I agreed to a collection place in City C, between my city and Mom’s house. I was born in C City, where I studied before high school, and C City is home to grandparents.

At this point in time, the cell phone signal is not working and the mortuary crisis has temporarily subsided. After all, there’s no elevator, and there’s 30 floors of stairs to walk, and there’s no dark lights in the garage. The car hasn’t started in a year and a half.

When Shirai wanted to go, I locked my eyes in a shared bike down the street. There are too many vehicles on the road and it is easy to be stopped, the electric bottler is unable to recharging, and the shared bicycle can be easily ridden without a sound lock.

In the event of a corpse, the bicycle would run faster and faster than the foot.

On September 29th, the sound of a helicopter hovering again came from the sky, still full of confidence in the loudspeaker, with some excitement and joy.

“All survivors are advised! I’m sorry.

“We have completed the destruction of the dead in our city, so that our friends can leave the house and meet with their families and friends, as appropriate. I’m sorry.

“Please ensure the safety of the person. I’m sorry.

The loudspeakers continue to repeat these words and sow hope for rebirth in the sky.

When I went to my bedroom and jumped in my dress, and I carried a bag, and I picked a weapon to go out, survivors came down the street not far, and people who didn’t know each other were hugging and high-fiveing, saying that the end of the day was tearing.

I didn’t want to get out of the neighborhood, go to the big clock in City C and see Kube’s parents soon.

As the Sino-Chinese Order says, the wind and the tide. Flood Totten Dragon, Flaming Fire Phoenix. Fire, smoke, fire. It’s just that it’s just that it’s not gonna work. The spring wind and the green god state, and then the sun shines in the summer.

[Extra: Origin]

In the medical school in the south of the city, a middle-aged male patient is lying in a rescue bed.

He was surrounded by bands, but his strength remained constant, and he was struggling up and down, often causing the rescue bed to tremble.

The doctor who arrived in a hurry to get help asked, “What happened when the patient arrived?” I’m sorry.

“The patient was delivered from the vicinity of the new train station in the south of the city. The police reported that the patient had suddenly collapsed and had no identification information. I’m sorry.

“Current blood pressure 60/38, which is less and less, has been piped with α receptor agonists without any signs of improvement. I’m sorry.

“The strange thing is that the patient’s pupils start to disintegrate but have a great deal of power, and the open veins start to burst…”

The head nurse made a statement to the effect that, at the end of the day, he became less confident.

“That’s weird. Did the blood report come out? Zheng Zheng says:

“It’s been examined, it’s just… it’s not like blood, it’s black. Zheng’s nurse is being assisted in reporting to Zheng.

“Chief, we can find it on the system, but this is it…” The female nurse who is running the computer is keeping her eyes open and staring at the screen with an incredible look.

Before Director Jung could see it, the sound of a slam and bang and a sharp ear was heard in the rescue bed.

By looking at it, it is the sound of the patient, using his own spinal column and the hole in the bed, to rise and fall, unlike the body of the body, but rather as a heavy blow between a hard bone and a steel plate.

The three nurses and a male doctor were unable to counterbalance, and Chief Zheng couldn’t take much care of, went straight to the patient’s head to help fix it, and shouted, “Down with phenobarbital! I’m sorry.

In one moment, the rescue room was in a state of panic, and even the well-known Chief Zheng and the Chief Nurse were facing each other.

The rate of human transmission is alarming, and soon the entire medical school in the south of the city fell.

In the medical school rescue room, a high dose of phenobituto not calms the patient, but accelerates the rate of variation.

After the injection himself, the middle-aged man who struggled so hard suddenly calmed down and the guardian became a straight line. Medical staff involved in the rescue were already highly nervous because the death of the patient had dropped to an ice point and nobody spoke first.

“Write the death report, I’ll do my best…”

The small arm was held tight by a powerful hand with a hole and was unable to move.

The chief nurse was the first to discover the difference and shouted, “Look at his veins! I’m sorry.

It is only at this moment that the strange patient’s skin is black and purple, and the artery veins are grazed, the eyeballs are hemorrhaging, the hips seem to be dislocated, the mouth is more than twice as large as that of a normal person, and the low-silent, dumb roaring continues…

Call security! Call security! I’m sorry.

Chief JUNG has long failed to take care of the leadership that has changed in many years of business maintenance, and has thrown his hands at him.

“Go, go, find security…”

In one moment, all four of the rest of the men in the rescue room ran out to find security, and Chief Zheng became more impatient and reached a surgical knife with his left hand.

With his hands up and down, Chief Zheng pulls his head back and he pulls his blade back, and he cuts his finger apart, with no heart beat, but with an abnormal “cass” and drops it on the ground when he’s thick and stinking.

The Chief Zheng, who had escaped the risk, ran out of his legs and ran over the emergency corridor with a blast-proof fork.

“What happened, Chief Jung? “The leader of the security guard looked at the unsuspecting director and asked with curiosity.

After all these years of conversion to hospital, apart from a few medical disturbances each year, no one has ever seen a chief doctor run around in a building full of blood.

“No, this patient, no, this body is definitely a problem! Chief Jung is sure to say:

“It’s not a fake body, is it? The little nurse in the back took a whisper.

“Don’t talk nonsense. We’ve got patients tonight. Let’s go. I’m sorry.

The nurse had a good face and had to walk to the rescue room.

Under a cold shadowless lamp, middle-aged men’s broken fingers are dripping blood.

A large area of black blood on the ground, exposed to an increased expansion of the exterior veins, appears to have burst the skin of the skin at any time and to have been horrified by the linen of tiles.

His low roar came out deep into his throat, mixed with anger and despair, pain and tear, and called and shouted…

The bloody scent seems to have accelerated the mutation of the body.

The nurse went into the rescue room as he grew up, picked up the book, customarily turned the patient’s pupils and prepared to record the death data.

Some of the young nurses were also busy, packing equipment, pulling needles for the catheters, unzipping the bands and doing everything in an orderly manner.

But no one knows that this terrible doom is about to break out.

Nurse Zhang Lin is leaning down to untie the patient, and in the gap between the truffles, the middle-aged man, who was already lying, sits up and bites Zhang Lin face to face, tearing down a big piece of flesh and blood.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m sorry.

Zhang Lin screamed in despair, not even to save his life, and was attacked again by this strange man, who threw himself up and ate.

They fled like birds and beasts, and there was no one willing to help, and they fled.

Chief Jung, he hasn’t returned since he met in the hallway.

He seems to have waited a long time for this moment, the red eyes, the black and purple skin, the mouth of his mouth and his mouth and his mouth.

He turned over the suspense bed of the steel frame and broke all the medical instruments that impeded his movement.

He’s lying on Zhang Lin’s back and eating blood-intensive necks, cedars and abdomen…

He shakes his head and eats.

The human body is vulnerable to this bloody tooth.

Soon, Nurse Zhang Lin became a dead-blooded piece of junk and no longer saw the morning sun.

In late April, the chief nurse was hiding in his office, shaking and crying to call the police call. The same goes for the police.

The previous hospital was so confused that it was filled with people who ran like crazy, screamed and carried their heads.

Those in the middle, they don’t even know what happened, they just run with them.

The crowds before and behind the scenes were horrified as they had seen ghosts, and went crazy to hide from those who fell and fell, and were all bloody chasers.

Many people, no, many people can no longer call people.

Those who had been bitten and mutated had staff in white coats and patients who had just been admitted to hospital.

Doctors are no longer caring, and those with canisters are no longer ill.

They are powerful and tireless in dragging the strange bodies of black and purple, with their mouths and their teeth and claws open.

The anaesthetist, Li, who had just come out of the operating room, was pushed to the ground by the family of a modified patient, who ate him in a violent and gruesome manner.

The mortuary cold, tedious teeth touch the warm skin of the human being, the pulse of the beating on the neck, as if they were as irritated as a ten-mile fragrance of gin.

Red’s eyes were shining, and Li’s body was splattered with blood.

Little Li struggled to kick and dance in his legs, which were calmed by a sharp and gradual increase, as quickly as he administered an anesthesia to the patient.

As a result, the operating room lights were off and the nurse and the master knife doctor moved the stretcher bed to the door.

The family members of the dead who are lying on the ground are slowly raising their heads as if they were feeling the beauty of their prey.

They’re covered in sticky blood and shredded flesh, and they’re chewing a little bit in their backs…

They’re like leopards locking up, standing up, shaking towards fresh prey.

He was supposed to be waiting for the patient’s family.

In his Zhou pen, with his computer bag and a brand-new stainless steel lunch box on his seat, he waited with great anticipation for his wife to remove the stove and was bitten by a corpse from nowhere.

At this point in time, his light gray shirt was already covered with blood stains and a few hairs in his right chest pocket.

The dead, like him, have no ideas, no future, and empty eyes no longer have a wife, care, love.

There’s only an endless gnawing, bloodthirsty.

One hospital building, one level of outpatient corridor, a white-white door to the clinic … The blood marks are scrambled.

The desperate are either pushed to the ground, or torn to the ground, and their limbs are broken with hot drops of blood on their cold doorknobs, and they are crumbling.

No one would have thought that the son of the security guard was the first to notice anything.

No one would have expected that in the medical school that stood at the door to save the life of the statue of Baek-Buk, he would have been hungry and miserable, no less than a human sanctuaries.

The mortuary really broke up!

The end is coming! Case number: YX011 Mjq NadjEeerz

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.