after falling asleep

Chapter 300 40. The years when I was Mr. Zombie
Mu Su leaned over to the side of the fence, reached out and groped the dead zombies for a while, and smeared the half-coagulated blood on the clothes.

Several old, weak, sick and disabled surrounded them, and Musu turned to the other side and continued to repeat the above actions.

During the process of smearing, the zombies that originally surrounded Musu gradually moved away, wandering around the room unconsciously.

A few minutes later, blood stains covered the school uniform and bare skin, even the hair was sprinkled with bits of minced meat.Now, he was almost exactly the same as these zombies, even more zombies than the zombies-most of the zombies were not so dirty.

"AIC, can you block my sense of smell?" Mu Su was blinded by the smell.

[Props: fist.Attack Power: Weak.How to use: Hit yourself on the nose. ]
Mu Su snorted mockingly: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? If I get a nosebleed, it will be for nothing."

AIC doesn't care, Mu Suxin said it's stinky, let it be stinky.As if he had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood, he leaned in front of a zombie, intentionally stretched out his arm and shook it in front of a zombie's mouth.

"Uh-"

The zombie's cloudy eyes were dazed, and it groaned, ignoring its arms, and staggered in another direction.

So no one would have thought of the genius of pretending to be a zombie in a zombie movie.

Musu thought of it narcissistically, and came to the prison door and pulled it hard.

The cell door remained motionless.

He was in a daze, the door was still locked... How did Jiaye get out before?Through the wall?

Mu Su's black eyes gradually narrowed, realizing that things are not so simple.

……

A few zombies wandered within reach.

There is only a fence between them, and there is a blood-stained figure.

Cries, screams, gunshots, sirens.Messy sounds mixed together, faintly coming from outside the ventilation window.

The figure knelt on one knee, and the ball of clothes in front of him was torn off by him and turned into rags.

The figure ignored the zombies and concentrated on tying the rags together to form a simple rope.

After everything was done, he held the cloth rope with both hands and wrapped it around his red and swollen neck like wearing a scarf.

After a circle, I saw a figure shaking his hands, causing the two ends of the rag to wrap around the account, and then a terrifying scene happened!
The figure's palms suddenly pushed hard to the sides, and the rags on the side of the drooping body immediately straightened, and it was wrapped around the neck and tightened!

His arms began to tremble due to too much force, his face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it was like a cooked shrimp, with blue veins emerging.

The figure opened its mouth in vain, like rain that was stranded and unable to breathe.

His ears were filled with humming, and gradually, pictures once flashed through his mind.

Several scenes were suddenly mixed in a mess of memories.In the picture, Jiaye approached the fence, and then...

This is it!

Musu's arms were physically loosened, and he collapsed on the ground powerlessly, his face stuck to the cold concrete floor, not wanting to move.

After breathing for a few minutes, Mu Su struggled to get up, threw away the rag still wrapped around his neck, staggered to the prison door, and stretched out his hand to push it.

squeak-

There was a sound of sharp metal friction, and the door was easily pushed open.

The revolving door changes your life, and your best choice when you can't remember a certain memory.

A zombie at the door was startled by the noise and turned around to look.

It faced Mu Su, but the focus of its pupils was not on Mu Su.

Mu Su walked past it, but instead of leaving from the door, he walked up to the female zombie in a short skirt.Stretch out your hands, grab the sides of the skirt and lift it up!

I knew it!

Mu Su gritted his teeth.

Feeling the female zombie looking up, he mumbled a few words "To my loved ones..." before turning and walking away.

The office of the police station was in a mess, documents and materials were strewn all over the place, desks and chairs were crooked, and there were blood stains and pieces of flesh everywhere.A few zombies gathered in another corridor to eat something, and there was a crisp chewing sound.

Musu walked all the way and walked to the door without incident.Some sounds that could not be heard inside were suddenly amplified.

Electricity is still on.Under the dim night lights, zombies ran wildly in the streets, chasing and biting the surviving humans.Or gather together in groups of three or four, lying on the ground and biting something.From time to time, a car speeds past, or avoids or bumps away the zombies, and walks away.

There was an unlucky guy trapped in a car on the street, surrounded by zombies who broke the glass and dragged him out.

When Mu Su swayed and approached in the footsteps of a zombie, the unlucky guy had already been divided and eaten.

Musu, who didn't know the way, just mixed among the zombies and walked along the street, trying to meet some human beings who could go up and ask for directions.

……

Yuko Nakano is a news anchor for a local TV station.

Her day should have been the same as usual. After get off work, she went to Kabukicho to drink with cowherds and came home drunk.

Instead of hiding in an office full of corpses, avoid making a sound and being heard by the living dead outside.

Using her mobile phone, Yuko Nakano listened to the radio news, and her colleague was saying that the government and the local corporate giant Umbrella Corporation are actively controlling the infected population, and everything is still under control.

nonsense.

Nakano gritted his teeth.

You can't rely on outsiders, you can only rely on yourself.

She remembered that there was a shotgun in the director's office.

There is also a living dead who used to be the head of the station.

The office and the director's room are on the same floor, but it is impossible to go out directly if there are zombies in the corridor.Nakano's eyes fell on the ventilation duct above his head.

Gently moving the table and chairs, Nakano took off his high heels, tore off the hem of the skirt, climbed onto the table with his long legs covered in silk, raised his head and carefully removed the cover of the ventilation duct.

She put the chair on the desk and stepped on it.

A head pokes in from the dark air duct.

The wind mixed with the smell of blood came oncoming.

Nakano didn't just climb in, but came down again, went to the door and opened the locked door, even slightly opened a gap, then quickly climbed onto the table and chairs, and got into the ventilation duct.

When his legs came up, he kicked heavily on the back of the chair with his bare feet.

There was a loud piercing sound, and then there was a roar and chaotic footsteps, and the zombies rushed in.

Nakano used his mobile phone to illuminate the ventilation duct, and climbed to the location he remembered.

In the director's office, the cover of the ventilation duct was removed, and a figure jumped out of it.

The zombies were led to the office, it was safe here.

Quickly closing the door and locking it, Nakano took the shotgun off the wall, then rummaged through the desk for a while, and finally found a box of bullets of the great powers.

I found a few model magazines collected by the director and wrapped them around my arms.The shotgun was loaded with bullets, and Nakano shot out from the director's room.

In the open-air parking lot downstairs of the TV station, Nakano used the parked car as a cover to quickly approach his vehicle.

After shooting the zombies blocking the way, suddenly an arm slanted deep into the ground and patted her on the shoulder.

"Where is Dongyun High School?"

"This street goes straight ahead." Nakano replied subconsciously, seeing a zombie running by.

This is obviously not a zombie.

Nakano woke up like a dream, and he didn't feel disgusted to dig out the abdominal cavity of the zombie under his feet, and smeared the flesh and blood on the skin and hair.

When a hostile environment strikes, the ones most likely to survive are often the first to adapt.

(End of this chapter)