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It was dawn and the sky seemed to be stained with blood. On a wasteland that had cracked into countless pieces, there were several broken corpses lying, with blood and flesh spilling all over the ground. The occasionally breeze drifted out was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

There is no corpse when they die!!! Teammates, those teammates who have supported each other in the end of the world for more than half a year, and more than 200 days and nights have no corpse when they die!!!

Luo Hong bleeded with his lip bite, and looked at the zombie "leader" who was almost no different from a normal person, but with great power, and punched him in anger.

From the previous battle, it can be seen that the "leader" wearing a half-mask had a strong combat power. The captain of the level 8 warrior could not take less than ten moves. Luo Hong, a level 5 warrior, had no strength to fight at all. When the "leader" saw Luo Hong's punch, he actually grinned like a human, and his fist, half smaller than a normal man, hit Luo Hong.

"Peng!"

"Click~!"

The seemingly weak fist contains infinite power!

Luo Hong fell to the distance like a broken football kicked. He landed heavily, his right hand bent deformedly, and the flesh on his elbow was pierced by broken bones. Luo Hong's mouth bleeding. He quickly got up and wanted to run, but...

It's too late.

Two zombies beside the "Chief" jumped over, one of them in military uniform stepped on Luo Hong's body, and then dozens of zombies rushed over...

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and flesh and blood flew...

The "Doom Squad" was wiped out on December 23, 2015.

"'Chief.' Congratulations on annihilation of another team of human warriors!" The zombie who stepped on Luo Hong was sure that he had lost his breath, walked to the "Chief" respectfully and complimented.

"Yeah, it's a good job."

The "Chief" zombie nodded, looked at the sky, squinted his eyes slightly, and a trace of unwillingness that only humans could have flashed.

...

A small base in the suburbs of gy, inside a tent.

"Luo Hong, water, come, slow down." A girl with a fat baby and a little freckled face drew a bottle of Erguotou from the ground of her seat, unscrewed it, and carefully put the mouth of the bottle close to the thin yellow cotton wool of the boy's cracked lips.

This Erguotou is a bottle of water she secretly hid. When she could only lick it three times when drinking water, it was undoubtedly a huge fortune.

"Fortunately you didn't go to the grain search team to report yesterday, otherwise... Hey, although you were beaten by Liu Hong, it was better than going there. Be careful and drink slowly. Li Songbai went to queue up to get the meal. You must be hungry until now last night."

"Zhao Qian, keep silent. Liu Hong is the director who is in charge of the distribution and dispatch of the base. If someone hears the rumor, you will be finished by being assigned to the grain team." Wang Jiawen, who was looking at the novel, whispered.

"Liu Hong?" Luo Hong had no impression. When he woke up just now, he was shocked when he heard Zhao Qian call him Luo Hong. Is he not dead? It is impossible. With the defense scale of the base in front of him, it is not enough to resist the attack of the "leader", even if it is blocked by its left and right guardians.

This base is so familiar...

The three years of escape and killing, and the peace that lasted for a night made Luo Hong not even remember much about the scene before the virus outbreak. Base, base... This base is just so familiar, but has no impression.

"Hmph!" Zhao Qian covered the Erguotou cover and buried it under the mound. She looked at the community facing the tent and whispered: "What's so great about having money!"

"Forget it, Zhao Qian, being rich and powerful is amazing. The wealthy area over there has three meals a day, and they eat white rice. We only have two meals a day, one steamed bun for each meal. This is the difference." Wang Jiawen's tone was a little depressed and a little discouraged, but he was telling the truth.

To put it bluntly, the base is actually a very small community, but it is surrounded by a power grid. The tent area is in the open space at the entrance of the community, and the high-end housing in the community is given to those with power and power. After all, in the end of the world, they control the army and the right to speak is in their hands.

Today is New Year's Day, I hope there will be a dish. Wang Jiawen thought sadly in his heart that it has been three days since then, and he has been eating steamed buns for three days, and he is almost vomiting.

"Roar, roar~~~"

"Si~Si~"

There is a barbed wire mesh about ten meters outside the tent. The zombies outside make everyone feel uncomfortable. Every night, they are awakened by the terrifying sound. The civilians in the tent area yearn for the rich area, where there are lights, hard and solid walls, and even big stars sleep with them. In this cold winter, holding the beauty in their hearts, what a comfortable day it is.

"Haha, these miscellaneous people, you guys will be electrocuted!" The guards were two young men who looked like soldiers. They were originally the property management of this community. After surviving, they were recruited and became members of the guards.

Several zombies' rotten hands grabbed the power grid, and the electric-baked blue smoke was pouring out.

"Abnormal!" Zhao Qian looked at the two guards and cursed.

"Hey, Li Songbai is back, why is it so fast today?" Zhao Qian was quenching her head into the tent and saw someone walking over in front of her.

"Today's New Year's Day, I guess the efficiency is faster. Haha, let's see what we eat for lunch." Wang Jiawen put down the novel. He had read this novel several times, but he had no choice but to search for this novel at the base, and it was okay to do if he didn't read it.

"Zhao Qian, have Luo Hong woken up?" Li Songbai was not tall, but his face was white and clean, and he looked a little thin and honest.

"Just just woke up." Zhao Qian replied happily.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Li Songbai's eyes when he entered the tent, but a smile appeared on his face and handed the thing on his hand to Zhao Qian, saying, "This is the only thing today. Liu Hong said in the restaurant just now that we will only have one meal every day at noon. Last night, the grain squad was wiped out and the food supply was insufficient. He had to ensure the supply of businessmen and politicians in the rich area. If the tent area is too hungry to bear it, you can apply for a base and go for food by yourself."

"Fuck!" Wang Jiawen pounded the novel and stood up and said, "Liu Hongzhen is not a thing, today is New Year's Day!"

Li Songbai's teeth moved and looked at the four steamed buns on the mat with a torch.

Luo Hong shook his head, and he suddenly remembered something. This was three years ago, these people were all classmates from his school. The four of them struggled in the school for a few days and finally escaped to the base with a bossless Buick business car.

Last night, Liu Hong came to the tent area again to select members of the food team. He was drawn, and his mind seemed to have a flash of inspiration, and he was not going to go any further, but was beaten to death by Liu Hong.

Zhao Qian brought him back to the base, but she didn't wake up for several days, so Liu Hong ordered someone to throw Luo Hong's body into the abandoned pile. That day, the base was washed away!

A large number of zombies rushed into the power grid of the base as if they were premeditated. With countless zombies dead, some zombies on the outside rushed into the base in batches.

Suddenly screamed, Luo Hong, who was in the abandoned area, just woke up, so he fled, killed, and finally joined the Doomsday Squad...

Now the trajectory of fate seems to have changed. Luo Hong woke up just one night. Of course, this is not the original Luo Hong, but Luo Hong who was defeated by the zombie leader three years later.

Back three years ago!

According to his memory, 7 days later, on January 8, 2013, the base will be destroyed by zombies! In the zombie group, there will be level 3 zombies in charge!

Luo Hong stared at the steamed buns on the mat with his eyes like a knife.

"What's wrong? Luo Hong?" Zhao Qian saw Luo Hong staring at Mantou with a bitter smile on her face, and she was a little confused.

"Uh..." Luo Hong was pulled back to reality and coughed, "It's okay, you guys eat it, I don't want it."

After sensing the energy on his body just now, Luo Hong felt a little relieved. He was just a first-level warrior. All the energy dissipated with the tearing of his body. He was reborn three years ago. In this weak body, only the power of a first-level warrior was left.

It was like a result of the heart, and the heart was depressed, and Luo Hong naturally smiled bitterly on his face.

...

"Luo Hong, don't dislike it. If you don't eat it now, you can only wait until noon tomorrow." Wang Jiawen grabbed the steamed buns, completely lost the gentleness he had when he was reading a book, and chewed the hard dough hard.

A hint of joy flashed in Li Songbai's eyes. It would be fine if he didn't eat it. One steamed bun is only one a day, which is not enough. Now, 3 people eat 4, which can be supplemented.

There are now groups of zombies wandering outside the base. Those viral bodies that run at a speed of only a little slower than humans are not easy to deal with. As long as the body is slightly scratched, then congratulations, you will become their kind in less than an hour.

While hiding from the school, watching the lost group chasing the classmates who used to chat and spank together, listening to their screams, Li Songbai would think of a sentence in the zombie game in his mind, "They are here, we are their slaves...

But the words that sounded funny at the beginning have now become creepy.

After a few days of escape, Li Songbai only had one sentence left in his heart, live on his own...

"Why don't you eat? How much do you eat? Luo Hong, it's not the time to pick on the word. Yesterday I heard that someone had eaten rice in the tent area. There was a woman in the wealthy area to help clean it. She could bring some leftovers when she came back every afternoon. I want to apply for a job tomorrow. You can eat something casually first. I will try to get some rice back tomorrow."

Zhao Qian said with a smile that she was trapped in the girls' dormitory a few days ago. It was this thin-looking big boy who crawled on the bed sheet to rescue her. Although she provided more than ten packs of potato chips, a few packs of biscuits, and a box of instant noodles... Luo Hong was also her savior.

"Cleaning?" Wang Jiawen's eyes lit up and he asked, "Would you like to recruit men? For example, carry some goods or something."

"I haven't heard of it. The guards who work physically have free labor, so they should not be recruited. The women in the rich areas are too lazy to die. They are a vacant person. Hey, I don't know why we are eating and waiting to die like this." Zhao Qian suddenly looked dark. She had a steamed bun a day. If she keeps going, what to wait for, will anyone come to save them?

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Chapter completed!