Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

It is about the same size as a ward, with a messy table and bookshelf. There is a push bed behind the bookshelf.

You can look at the whole house at a glance.

Entering the house, closing the door lightly, I rummaged around.

Finally, in a pile of books and reports, I remembered that this is a hospital, not a privately-run clinic. How could there be medicine in the outpatient clinic.

In the meantime, I found a small diary and slipped it into my pocket.

The pharmacy is usually located in the lobby on the first floor of the outpatient building.

I just need to go out the door, turn left and walk into the lobby, and I can find the pharmacy.

When I walked out of the outpatient room, I took a probe into the hall and walked quickly towards the hall after I was sure it was safe.

There were several push beds in the hall, almost every one of them was covered with black blood.

I didn't dare to imagine what had happened there, so I could only quickly swept out the main entrance of the hall without opening my face.

The whole person was stunned in this sweep...

Outside the gate, two crooked, rotting dead men approached with a low growl in the direction where I was.

Their speed is not too fast, but the horrible appearance still scared my legs and couldn't move for a while.

I really overestimated my courage.

When the two living dead entered the hall, I reacted, turned back and ran away.

As a result, as soon as I ran a few steps away, I saw that the door to the room with three large letters at the medicine collection office was half open at the moment.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his brain struggled for a second and then resolutely chose to suddenly turn around and ran towards the medicine taking place with the door half open.

As long as I can find the medicine quickly, I can run out before the two walking corpses block the door.

Walking dead...that's what the host on the radio said.

But after I entered, I noticed that I had made a serious mistake. Since this door is open... I can come in, so can walking corpses...

Behind the medicine shelf in the room, a female walking corpse who had lost almost her entire face heard the movement of me entering the door, cracked her skinless mouth, and yelled at me.

Although my whole body was trembling with fright, I have no plan to leave. There are medicines to save my grandma and baby, and I can't escape anymore.

After my brain was blank for two seconds, I didn't know where there was a courage, gritted my teeth, raised the kitchen knife in my hand, and quickly rushed towards the walking corpse.

After slashing at the shoulder of the walking corpse several times and almost cutting off her entire arm, I suddenly remembered that the most effective way to deal with them is to smash their heads!

Realizing this, I quickly stepped aside and kicked the walking corpse's stomach fiercely. She slammed back two steps and hit the stool behind her and fell to the ground, grabbing this Opportunity, I rushed forward and stepped on her chest. At the same time, I raised the knife and slashed at her open-mouthed head.

This trick was very effective. After the knife fell into her head, she quieted down almost instantly.

I didn't have time to be in a daze. I drew out the knife and, with my still trembling hand, I got up and quickly searched the medicine shelf.

Antidiarrheal medicine, anti-fever medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, glucose, antibiotics, sleeping pills, almost all medicines I found useful were stuffed into a plastic bag I picked up on the ground.

When I rushed out of the medicine room, the two walking corpses had just moved to the door.

After avoiding the danger, I found the exit and ran away.

This ghost place, I don't want to stay for a second!

Just as we were getting closer and closer to the exit, the last thing I wanted to see appeared...

A few crooked bodies blocked the only exit in front. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. I panicked almost instantly.

My hands shook uncontrollably. I tried my best to stabilize myself, but they all ended in failure.

Looking back quickly, the two walking corpses behind me are gradually approaching, shaking hands, and tears have flowed down uncontrollably. It is not my hypocrisy. In this case, I have no confidence to deal with one. Five walking corpses before and after.

There is nothing else to do except watch them approaching me eagerly. The feeling of helplessness and panic can drive people crazy.

In a few seconds, my brain has almost automatically passed through countless escape plans, but they were all crushed by the predicament in front of me. Just when I trembled and raised my knife, I was ready to give myself one at the last moment of necessity. When I was happy, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps from the general direction of the hall. Before I could react and look back, the sound of footsteps ran to a very close place, with puffs, puffs, two cuts. With the sound of skin and flesh, the two walking corpses fell to the ground in a muffled sound.

Behind them, a young man in a white shirt put away the long knife in his hand before he even came.

Seeing that I was still in a daze, the man slightly twisted his brows: "It's not enough."

He suddenly spoke, and I suddenly realized that there were three walking corpses approaching me in front of me, and hurriedly turned back and ran towards the man.

Hiding behind the man, he didn't seem to be nervous at all facing the three walking corpses, raising the knife and rushing straight forward.

The skill is very agile, and the long knife is very easy to use, almost only a few seconds, the three originally still majestic walking corpses all separated their heads and lay quietly on the ground.

Facing the ground for two seconds, I forgot my disgust at those foul smells, and I just wanted to wave my palms to applaud the young man.

Tugging me into a control ward next to him, the man rubbed the knife on the bed quilt and then said faintly: "Are you from the hospital?"

I froze for a moment before hesitating and nodded: "Well... be it."

"Where are you hiding?"

"The back kitchen of the canteen."

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "You?"

"And my parents, brother, and grandmother."

Hearing this, he glanced at me up and down: "Why do you come out by yourself?"

I touched the medicine in my pocket: "I can do it by myself."

When the man didn't pick me up, he looked around the room and said, "You go."

At the moment I walked out of the ward, an idea suddenly popped up in my mind, and subconsciously turned around and asked: "Are you alone?"

The man nodded slightly, which was considered to be what I said.

But I felt tight and turned back hurriedly: "Since you are alone, why don't you just stay with us? In this case, wouldn't it be better for more people to get together?"

With a chuckle, he replied, "Do you think it is easy for me to live alone, or is it easy for me to take your family with you?"

After returning, I was thinking about the person I met in the morning.

After giving medicine to the baby and grandmother, my dad pulled me aside and asked me what happened after going out. My mom's eyes were red with tears, as if to make me go out alone in the morning to get angry with my dad.

In a few perfunctory sentences about encountering a walking corpse, the blood on the kitchen knife cannot be explained or covered up anyway. I mainly mentioned the young man I met in the hospital today.

Dad expressed great surprise and interest in the fact that there are still living people in the hospital. God knows how long it has been since we have seen a living person.

Humans have always been social animals, and the isolation during this period of time has almost made all of us collapsed.

After knowing that the person was unwilling to join us, he just sighed heavily, glanced at the grandmother and baby lying in the corner, and said helplessly: "The oil bottle of our family... how can anyone think With us?"

"Dad, why are you sighing, isn't your girl going out today and coming back well? I tell you, the walking corpse is easy to deal with, I can protect my mother, grandmother and baby."

Hearing that, my dad smiled bitterly: "I don't know you are a girl yet? When I came back, my face was still pale. I didn't get scared to look so bad? Is your father really old?"

The food in the refrigerator is completely inedible, and what I can eat is the remaining generations of instant noodles. No matter how much you save, you will have one meal tonight.

Tomorrow we will face a major crisis of food shortage.

After my parents and grandma were all asleep, I got up in the corner and sharpened the kitchen knife I used during the day, planning to go out the next morning to try my luck in the canteen in front of the hospital.

Do not let them go hungry in any way.

If the food is cut off at this time, we will have to wait for all of us to die.

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