Raising Baby in Apocalypse

"Don't call it!" Enron lifted his head weakly, closed the door, glanced at the frightened 18-bed coquettish girl, tilted her head, and said to 17-frame Hu Frame: "Where is your cell phone, please call me, call the police ! "

"I've called the police!" The 18-joy girl frowned, anxious and started banging her cell phone again, watching the Enron lying on the floor while calling, "I called the police and said my husband was missing, so the police called It ’s been busy! These policemen in China are all eating rice, huh !!! ”

My husband was gone for two hours, so the girl called the police and asked the police to find her husband? !!

Enron rose silently from the ground, laboriously dragged the delivery bag on the bedside, and found a new pant-shaped sanitary napkin. The IQ of the 17-bed Hu frame was at least better than the IQ of the 18-bed delicate girl. Although he couldn't move in bed, he looked at Anran anxiously and asked:

"What's wrong with you? Why should you call the police? My phone is in the drawer."

An Ran shook her head. Now she no longer needs a cell phone. Now that the 18-bed has been alarmed, and she is still holding the alarm phone, she will have to make a phone call with Hu Frame, which will not help.

"I see the outside ..." An Ran took a deep breath and recalled what he saw just now. The disgusting scene suppressed the fear in his heart, and tried to use a smooth tone to Hu Frame, " Someone is eating! "

"Ah?" Hu framed his head slightly with aggression on his face, and pulled his wound back, unable to put his head back on the pillow.

The coquettish **** the 18-bed can't help but it is a "chuckling" smile. She is still dialing the alarm phone and her husband's phone number repeatedly, and slightly dismissively glances at Enron. If you think Enron is a civilian, there will be this This kind of madman's speech is just as good as Enron's identity.

Enron didn't force the 17th and 18th beds to believe what she said, but only glanced at the 18th Jiaojiao girl, shivered into the toilet, took the lochia, and received the fullness of the panties. I changed the sanitary napkin.

Instead of washing his hands with those dark waters, Enron found a toilet paper, wiped the blood on his hands, then propped up on the bath table, looked at himself like a ghost in the mirror, raised his bangs on his forehead, Looked very, very, very carefully. Fortunately, she was not evil.

Distant, "Little Fox Fairy", which has been singing in the corridor, finally came to an end when the mobile phone was out of power. The mobile phone screen was dark and surrounded by it. Those monsters that had "evolved" successfully lost. After reaching the goal, they started slowly scattered, some went to the end of the corridor, and some came to this ward in Enron.

And in that distant, far northwest, a brightly lit auditorium, there are several tables, red banners hanging on the wall, [Farewell Comrade Glorious Retirement], there is a room under the banner. Wearing camouflage clothes, aimlessly zombie zombies, on the ground, there were still several skeletons that were almost eaten, and meals and dishes on the table, without moving a few mouthfuls, but red blood and yellow were flying everywhere. Sputum.

Zhan Lian was covered with blood, and his dangling hand was pinched into a fist, with red blood dripping on it, drop by drop, falling to the ground, and smudged into a stall. He was sitting on a bench in the kitchen. With one foot resting on the other knee, the other free hand was holding the mobile phone and dialing Enron's phone over and over again until Enron's phone was turned off by him.