Chapter 9 Preparations before breaking through (")

February 9, 2013, on Saturday New Year's Eve, it was the 12th day since Zhou Yulong fought with the zombies on the rainy night, but the zombies downstairs had no idea of ​​retreating at all. Instead, there seemed to be more and more... I don't know if it was caused by the virus infection. It has been almost 50 days since the virus outbreak to today. However, zombies have been a little rotten and their skin has fallen off. They seem to have no other changes. They are still so stinking, so eager for blood, and so tireless... Zhou Yulong lit the small amount of rice left at home, looked at the calendar, and smiled mockingly: "Today's lunar calendar is already the 29th, and it will be the Spring Festival tomorrow." Then he looked at his remaining supplies. He knew clearly that this amount of rice can only be saved for less than a week. If he has not figured out a solution in the past few days, he will have to die.

After walking to the rooftop, he continued his daily training for a day and rubbed his shoulders, which were a little sore, and walked to the edge of the rooftop. Looking at the sea of ​​corpses gathered downstairs, Zhou Yulong frowned tightly. There were too many zombies. If there were only a hundred or even a thousand, he could find a way to kill them one by one, but there were at least 10,000 zombies here. It is estimated that the zombies on several streets here were attracted by him, including even the zombies at the entrance of the supermarket opposite the park, and he had finally fully realized the saying that people had passed by ten thousand and were boundless, but the zombies were not the sea of ​​people.

"Heart hurts and annoying!" Zhou Yulong made a meaningless complaint while thinking about a way to break through. In fact, if there was a solution, he would have thought of it a long time ago. He knew that zombies were afraid of fire, but his family was not a refinery, and there was not so much oil and gasoline for him to squander. The only edible oil was probably not even a few zombies. It was useless and the liquefied gas was almost used up. However, even if it was not used up, he would not dare to throw it out as a bomb. Although it was all done on TV, he really didn't want to take the risk of being crushed to pieces. What he was most grateful for now is that the zombies seemed to be much calmer after being stimulated by the thunderstorm, otherwise the house would probably be crushed to pieces by them. Another person who is grateful for has never seen it appear around since he saw a licker that day. It is probably because of this that he can survive until now.

He has considered the issue of how to escape safely and get supplies many times. He had thought about climbing to the rooftop of Uncle Zhang's house next door and then going down there to break through, but the zombies' hearing was too perverted. He was not sure that he would not attract the zombies while climbing to the opposite side. If he really did this, his last retreat would probably be cut off. He did not want to take this risk until the day he had to.

Zhou Yulong shook his head vigorously, as if this could relieve his worries a little. He decided not to consider this issue for the time being. This is one of his biggest advantages. If you can't figure it out, don't think about things you can't figure out, so as not to get overwhelmed by yourself. He has decided that if there is no improvement in the Spring Festival, he will bring some necessities of life and break out from the old Zhang family. There is no way to do it.

Time is always not transferred by human will, and the day has passed like this. Zhou Yulong, who woke up the next day, breathed the not-so-fresh air and stretched. He gradually got used to this environment full of corpse odor. After all, humans are the creatures with the strongest adaptability.

"Oh, this person is really forced out!" Zhou Yulong sighed with satisfaction as he looked at his body that was gradually protruding and streamlined muscles. He didn't dare to think about these strong muscles on his body two months ago. Although he was not as perverted as a bodybuilder, from a normal person's perspective, it was already very good. At least he could be called "having a horny belly with a vague abdomen, he smiled: "If I had this muscle before, I probably wouldn't be able to find a girlfriend!" Haha."

People who have not experienced successful weight loss cannot imagine the sense of accomplishment of watching fat become muscles. At least Zhou Yulong feels very accomplished now. His mentality has always been good, and even if he falls into this predicament, he can still make fun of hardships. Looking at the days on the calendar, he suddenly took a deep breath. In the past, the family should have been reunited together.

That’s right, today is the Spring Festival, the first Spring Festival that Zhou Yulong spent in the end of the world, and the first time he spent alone in his life.

In previous years, the home was already bustling and noisy. He walked back to the fifth floor and looked at the familiar decorations in the house. The scene of the Spring Festival last year seemed to have appeared before him again.

I remember that at this time last year, my mother was busy greeting guests inside and out, while my father tied an apron and walked into the kitchen, humming a tune that no one could understand while starting to show his specialty. My cousins ​​surrounded him as the eldest brother and asked for red envelopes. He was also happy to share one by one.

After the father cooked all the dishes, Zhou Yulong and his mother would put all the delicious dishes on the table. The old uncle, who had always been serious, would rarely stop playing with them with a stern face and smile, and then the whole family would have had a meal together and enjoy themselves. After the meal, everyone would gather on the rooftop, the adults would sit together to chat about family matters and play mahjong, and the children would be led together with beautiful fireworks and play. Finally, at night, they would sit in front of the TV together, watching the Spring Festival Gala that has not changed for many years, and feel the warmth of home.

As he thought about it, Zhou Yulong suddenly felt very lonely. He had never dared to think about how his uncle and his parents were now, because he was afraid that what he imagined was a bloody and cruel scene. He walked into the bedroom and sat silently on the bed. He turned on his phone and looked at the photos he had taken before. How long he wanted his phone to give him a signal now, how much he wanted to hear his mother's tedious nagging and his father's harsh lessons. How long he was now when he expected not to hear those things he had before... "Da...Da..."

Tears hit the phone. Zhou Yulong felt particularly fragile at this moment. He used to think that no matter what happened, because he had a family supporting him. But now, the end of the world has come, the family is gone, and his parents, relatives and friends are gone, leaving him alone. He sat on the bed, hugged his curled thighs with his hands, and started crying silently... After a long time, Zhou Yulong's tears slowly dried up. He knew that now should not be the time for him to be fragile. He didn't know if others had mutated like him, but he knew that he should work hard to find his relatives and friends with his own strength. As long as they are still alive, he will see them!

Zhou Yulong cheered up again and comforted himself. At least, today when so many people have become zombies, he can still live well.

The today we don’t cherish is the tomorrow that people long for!

He shook his head, silently recited this sentence, and stood up from the bed. There was not much food, so he decided to pack everything he could use, wait for the Spring Festival to find some time to prepare for breaking through!

After more than two hours of rummaging through the cabinets, Zhou Yulong found many good things from his home that he had never found or paid attention to before.

First, he took out a waterproof diesel lighter under his father's bedside table. This was a gift he gave to his father a long time ago. He could not have used it at this time. There was also a small bottle of diesel with the lighter. He didn't know what situation he would encounter after breaking through, but he knew that no matter what the situation was, the fire source was the most indispensable. He put him in a sealed small iron box and held it back on his belt.

After a while, he found an old military kettle in the storage cabinet on the rooftop. This one seemed to be left by my grandfather before. It was very thick and large. It could be filled with a lot of water. If necessary, the mouth of the kettle could be opened to make soup. Moreover, the hard material can be used as a weapon to deal with zombies whenever he had no choice. It is estimated that with the heavy weight of water filled, it would be no problem to knock a zombie's head at once. He carefully filled the kettle with water and placed it on the ground.

As he searched, he suddenly had a surprise discovery under his parents' bed. This was an extended hijab. The blade was streamlined, about 1.5 meters long. The blade was shining with a sharp light, and a roaring dragon was carved on it. This was his father put on his body to defend himself when he was a sports car. He had seen it many times when he was a child. He heard that it was bought by his father secretly when he went to Tibet sports car. This guy has been collected since his father stopped sports car. He always thought that his father had thrown away or given it to someone, but it turned out that he was still safe.

Save it. If he had discovered this treasure earlier, he would not have had to make a short spear so hard at first. But well, with an additional weapon now, his safety factor will be better guaranteed. Since he had the experience of being surrounded by zombies, he found that if he was facing a large number of zombies, the short spear is more convenient to defend, but lacks the power of assault, because if the spear is inserted into the head of the zombie and then pulled out, it will take a lot of effort. Now with this hilt, he has a little more confidence in the zombie surround.

Finally, he found a mountaineering backpack he bought when he went camping, and put some remaining rice, seasonings, chili sauce and other things at home. He saw that there was still room left, so he poured in a plastic bottle several bottles of white wine that his father had treasured. Although he didn't like to drink much, this can still play a lot of role in the wild. This is also what he learned from "Survival in the Wild". Fragrant alcohol can promote blood circulation, resist cold, and even disinfect it. It can also make simple incendiary bombs when it is dangerous. It can be said to be a must-have item for traveling at home, killing people to silence people.

I tried to lift my backpack, but fortunately, it was not very heavy, so it was no problem for Zhou Yulong after his body strengthened. Now everything is ready. He put his backpack in the bedroom and was about to find a good opportunity to break through. Then he took the hilt and went to the rooftop to sharpen the knife. This is a life-saving treasure. It is a sharper one, so that he can save some effort when dealing with zombies. Since fighting on the rainy night, he clearly realized that any amount of physical strength saved in a crisis may save your life!
Chapter completed!