Yes, a cold and rainy day. According to the calculations of Jiewei, this is already the third day. Even if the snow falls, it is not surprising. However, since the sky becomes clear, heavy snow days have become uncommon.

This is one of countless ruins. The destruction of time has left the tall buildings no longer in color, and many even collapsed, and some were even attacked by fires. In short, in addition to being desolate, it is also desolate. If the atmosphere of activity is mentioned, it may only refer to those living dead people, that is, zombies. In fact, they can no longer be attributed to the category of humans, but they just look like them.

Lame has no name, maybe it was there before, but now he doesn't remember that he has lived on the edge of this ruin called Ryans for half a year. From the moment he has memories, he didn't know who he was. It might be a catastrophe that made him forget many things. Fortunately, Lame is still alive, and many people are dead, so it doesn't matter whether he remembers who he is. The key is to keep living.

Ryans is just an ordinary small city in the United States, located on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean. Lark has been living here for almost every inch of land that can be visited. Ryans has no food to support him in his life. Larks must find a place to survive again, otherwise he would have to starve to death.

Originally, most mutant creatures could also be eaten, but that was something that powerful evolutionists could do. Lame is an ugly monster with one leg. He couldn't even hide at the mutant creatures, so he planned to transfer them. Although the basement he found was very suitable for hiding and avoiding danger, for the sake of his belly, he had to leave and find a place with more food or a place with other survivors.

The lame is about twenty-seven or eight years old. In addition to one leg, his back is also ostracized, and his appearance is even more indescribable. It seems that God accidentally produced defective products when he was creating humans. However, the lame constitution is surprisingly good, otherwise he would not be able to escape. If the virus is infected, it is even more impossible to survive in the past six months.

Before it snowed, lame lame packed her luggage and set off on the road. There were only a few ragged clothes in the package, and there was also a saber with more than a dozen holes on her waist. This was the only weapon of lame. He had used it to kill several mutant mice and guarded the rat meat to let the lame live a free life for more than ten days, but later lame never encountered such a stupid mutant mice again.

Originally, Lame had other weapons, but the thermal weapons were not even as good as kitchen knives after losing the support of ammunition. So Lame wisely chose a saber that did not require supplies. There were hundreds of zombies who died under his saber in order to survive. Although Lame's leg was not flexible, this did not prevent him from killing zombies, and it could even be said to be more agile than normal people.

Following the road, I went to Salem City. In fact, a few months ago, I had planned to go to Salem City to make a living, but considering the distance and unknown danger, I was hesitant. This food crisis forced him to act. I had prepared an off-road vehicle and had finally collected a full tank of gasoline. Unfortunately, the night before yesterday, one of them broke into the living area of ​​the lame. It only kicked the gasoline of the off-road vehicle with one kick, and then leaked all the gasoline that I found with great effort. Now the lame has to rely on both legs, one of which has a problem. It is really pitiful to say that lame is really pitiful. His small suitcase, in addition to a few pieces of ragged clothes, also had a little grass root dug out of it, which was the only food that lame could find.

From time to time, I could encounter cars that were throwing cobalt on the road. Some cars had lost their paint and rust under the blowing of time. Every time I searched for the items in the car with hope, but in addition to clothes and money, he only found some fruits and bread thugs that had rotted into residue. In the early days of the escape, people carried food in the refrigerator that was not easy to preserve. Not to mention that they are now four queens, even the foods in the four former had already deteriorated. However, after leaving Ryans, they found many weapons in the abandoned car. After several attempts, they finally found a useful shotgun. There were not many bullets, only ten rounds. Maybe they could use this gun and bullet to hit a prey, so there would be dry food to go to Salem.

At noon, Lame had already walked more than 30 kilometers. He was tired and hungry. He got a little water from the broken kettle to drink. This was the clean water distilled by the lame method, and then chewed some grass roots. Lame rested for ten minutes and looked around with a gun. He needed to find a suitable place to hunt, otherwise the road would not continue in the afternoon. Finally, Lame climbed up a dead tree. He found that there were messy footprints beside the puddle under the dead tree. There must be animals coming here to drink water. Now with guns and bullets, you can definitely hunt a few, so that in this way, your future life can last for a few days.

The lame waited from noon until the sun was west. Although the dim sun looked bright, the light really didn't work as a warm effect. This caused the lame body to be frozen and numb, but the lame did not give up. Finally, he waited for a reindeer. Looking at the branch-shaped horns of one and a half meters long on the deer's head, the lame heart beat a little panic. The mutated reindeer had a little irritation. Once he started to be crazy, he was afraid that he would break the top of the dead tree where the lame was located, so he had to kill it with one blow, otherwise there would be danger.

The shotgun strikes a large area, but its lethality is not that high, which makes Lame begin to hesitate whether to shoot. If the reindeer's brain bone is extremely hard and cannot be penetrated, it will be troublesome. Originally, when encountering this mutant creature, the survival rule set by Lame, should be avoiding poison, but now Lame has a gun in his hand, and there must be enough dry food to go to Salem City, so Lame decided to fight.

The reindeer walked leisurely towards the puddle. It lowered its head and started drinking water. Its head was facing the lame leg, and its lame leg's fingers began to pull back. Because the shotgun was not used for a long time, it could hear the friction sound of the North Cabinet. The deer was alert to this, and it stopped drinking water crown and looked at it. The lame leg was so scared that it stopped pulling the trigger immediately.

The reindeer did not notice the abnormality and continued to lower his head to drink water. This time the position was corrected. The lame didn't even need to aim specifically. He gritted his teeth and quickly pulled the trigger. No matter what, he had to try it. The reindeer is a docile creature, and even if it mutates, it should be less aggressive than other animals. If the one who drinks water in one go is a bison, he would have to pray that they would not cause trouble for themselves, otherwise no matter how thick the tree is, no matter how hard the life of the lame is, it would be useless.

Boom, whisper, two sounds sounded at the same time, a flower splashed on the poisonous head and fell to the ground. The lame looked at the distance in surprise. The gun that had been loud just now was driven by him, and with the shotgun, there was a sniper step at the same time. The reindeer was exploded and his head was the credit for the sniper step. The lame shot only added a few indifferent wounds to the reindeer. According to this, the mutated level of the reindeer should be at level 3. Fortunately, it has been shot dead, otherwise the lame would be in danger. Thinking of this little lame wiped the cold sweat on its head.

The car's motor sounded. Two off-road vehicles drove quickly under the tree where the lame legs were. An American jumped out of the car and shouted at the tree: "Hey, come down, you still want to hunt with your broken gun? Don't let your prey eat you!"

Several other Americans also got out of the car. They quietly carried the beheaded reindeer and slowly got down the tree with a lame leg. It was not that he wanted to waste time, but that the lurking in the afternoon made him numb. Seeing the prey he had finally waited for was carried away. The joy of meeting a living person for the first time was also diluted. Although the prey was beaten to death and indirectly saved his life, the loss in his heart was unspeakable.

"What's the name?" A soldier in an American military uniform asked Lame. Lame shook his head. The soldier said, "Are you Chinese? Japanese people dare not attack concubines. Since they meet, they will go with us and call you Lame from now on." The soldier looked at Lame's legs and said, "He said unceremoniously, he arranged the future for Lame.

Lame did not make any rebuttals. He had already seen clearly that the other party was a four-car convoy, with a total of more than twenty people. The American soldier should be the leader. This man looked very tough. He was definitely not something Lame could deal with. There were also some armed civilians and five young women. Lame would not be so stupid as to go against them. Besides, Lame hoped to find a similar person for a day or two. Now there is finally someone who can rely on him.

The prey was lifted up to a tanker truck behind. There was also a large truck. Most of the people hid in the truck compartment to keep warm. They climbed into the truck without saying a word, and then hurried to the corner with the box and said nothing. The car started immediately. It was not dark at this time, and it seemed that the convoy was planning to continue rushing.

There were thirteen people in the truck compartment, five women and eight men, three of whom were already hugged by six men, each of whom was hugged one, one on the left and one on the right. In addition to the lame, the remaining men also had an Arab. He looked at the wall of the car with a sad face and didn't know what spell to chant. The lame didn't listen or look, and he breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes, thinking that there was no human being in the world. He was finally rescued. Although these guys stole their own food, they would always have their own portion after the food was cooked. Why are you anxious?

"Hey, lame!" An American Qingdong pushed the woman in his arms away. He kicked the lame leg and then pulled the lame leg over the lame leg's suitcase. With a thud, he shook all the things in the box. "Mom" the poor man, only a few torn clothes. Dead lame leg, follow our team to make you lucky. Give me the gun, you can't use it anyway, you lame leg.

The lame frowned. It seemed that these Americans were not very friendly. At least the person in front of him was very arrogant. The power of the shotgun was so low. It would be better for him. Thinking of this, the lame throwing the gun, the American young man took it over. He smiled and said, "You are very good, okay, pack up all the torn clothes and grass roots, don't affect our mood when we play with women.

The lame leg silently packed things. At this time, the American young man began to lie on the woman and touched and bite her. The American woman's big breasts were exposed outside, making her dizzy. He couldn't remember whether she had tasted the feminine taste. However, as the instinctive lame leg, as a family tradition, also had a strong need, but he knew that it was not the time.

"Hi, Bart, you give the gun back to someone else. You have several of them, so leave it for him to defend himself. The more you go, the higher the density of zombies, it is not safe to defend himself without a gun." An American who was touching his big breasts spoke up to defend the lame.

"Weaver, it's not your turn to play with your woman here." The young American named Bart responded to the unfair American who was very rude. Then he pulled down the woman's pants under him, took out his big guy and inserted it in. The moans in the car immediately rang out. The lame look at the shameless Bart and said something silently, as if he didn't find the sense of security he wanted. Can these people survive in the end of the world? Maybe he shouldn't join the convoy.

Weaver said: "Bart, he is a Chinese. You give me some face and don't do things too well."

Unexpectedly, Weaver's words angered Bart. He grabbed the woman's chest hard. The woman was moaning so well that she screamed in pain after being grabbed. Bart stood up and kicked the pound aside. Then he didn't raise his pants, and pointed at Weaver with a dazzling object and said, "Face? Why should I give him face? What's wrong with the Chinese? Since the Superman Chu Xiang died, the Chinese have no more worthy of giving face."

Weaver shouted: "Who said Chu Xiang was dead? The radio station just said he was missing! He detonated a nuclear bomb at the last moment. If it weren't for him, humans would still be harmed by the Terminator, General Stephen was extremely terrifying and admired him. He is also the pride of our current kind! Just rely on the tattoo points, we should respect three points."

Bart said: "That's your idol, but not mine. Even if humans don't have that Chu Xiang, they will not perish. He just accelerated the end of the war, but he can't save his life. No matter how great he is, he will be useless. If he dies, he will be nothing. If he has the ability, he will help humans deal with zombies. But he was bombed by a nuclear bomb and didn't even have any meat left, and he will respect him little fuck!"

Weaver's idol was insulted and furious. He jumped up and hugged Bart and wrestled in the carriage. The lame leg gave way to the side as if nothing had happened, and happened to sit on the woman kicked away by Bart. The woman seemed to be completely rejecting the man and didn't care about an ugly man like the lame leg. She grabbed the guy between the lame leg, "Handsome guy, you're so strong underneath."

Lame pushed the coquettish woman away with one palm. Then he packed up his suitcase and hid in the corner again. He didn't even take a look at the fight between Bart and Weaver. Even if they were beaten up, what did it have to do with him? OK, although the bare big-tits foreign girl looked good, Lame knew that she did not belong to him, so he rationally told him not to look at her.

The truck stopped, and the American soldiers leading the team opened the door of the car and poked their heads in anger. He shouted loudly: "Bastard! When is it time for you to have a civil war? Weaver, I order you to get out immediately!" It may be that the truck driver heard the sound of fighting behind him, so he notified the American soldiers leading the team and stopped the car.

Weaver said unwillingly: "Captain, it's your brother who is disrespectful to Chinese Superman, you should punish him!"

The captain said, "Weaver, I am the leader here. If you don't obey my orders, then I can only drive you out of the team! You actually fought for a Chinese who no longer exists. I think you have a problem with your head."

Wei Chang was threatened to drive out of the team and immediately became depressed. He got up and jumped out of the truck, cursing the captain's fake business and personal use. Bart raised his mother's finger at his back, and the captain said, "Bat, you come to my car. I told you that you can play with women, but after camping, it's best to be honest at this time, otherwise you won't know when you'll die!"

Bart reluctantly followed the captain into the off-road vehicle, so that the cube in the truck became quiet, and soon people were shaken and drowsy. Some people even fell asleep, and suddenly a crisp gunshot sounded. Several men who were hugging the woman and were about to sleepwalking around the world jumped up immediately, grabbed the rifle behind them and got out of the truck.

The moment he heard the gunshot, the lame opened his eyes and grabbed the dagger with one hand. He picked up the suitcase with the other hand. Everyone has a principle of escape. The first rule of lame is to walk as the best way. No matter when, don't show off. In the afternoon, hunting gave the lame a vivid lesson. He greedy for the fragrant food, but almost lost his life. If it weren't for the sniper step at the same time, he would probably be playing cards with Marx now.

The sound of the machine gun sounded, followed by a bang, which was definitely not a grenade. The lame leg leaned out of the car and saw an off-road vehicle leading the way overturned. A group of zombies were slapped and hitting the overturned off-road vehicle. More zombies were gathering towards the highway. They looked terrifying in the twilight.

The lame suddenly supported the carriage with one hand and was about to jump down. The Arab who had never spoken before grabbed him and said, "My man, where are you going? It's safer to stay in the car. Didn't you see that there were zombies outside?

I didn't expect that the Alazhou man could speak English. The lame not only understood it but also said, "If you want to die, stay. I won't be with you. I must rush out before the zombies have surrounded me, otherwise I will be in danger of life."

The Arabs said in confusion: "We have guns. Can't we stop those damn zombies?"

Lame said: "There are too many zombies along the road, and once the convoy is trapped, they will be more and more. So it is best to walk, otherwise you will have enough bullets to squander."

The Arab looked into the distance, and there were indeed dense heads everywhere. He jumped out of the car with his lame legs: "I'll go with you." The others in the car shouted, and when they saw that they didn't look back, they could only curse: "Silly, go and die."

"Wait for me!" The woman who had been fucked by Bart suddenly jumped out of the car and ran behind the lame and the Arabs. Although one of the lame legs was not good, the Arabs and American women were not as good as him when they ran. There were zombies in front and behind the road, and the zombies on both sides were also coming from the mountains. However, they were still a distance away from closing. Lame just looked at the gap and escaped in one breath. At this time, the gunshots behind him were in a hurry, and more zombies heard the sound and rushed over from a distance.

"We don't have a car, can it be possible to run like this?" The Arab asked the lame leg panting, surprised that the lame leg ran faster than him. At this time, the American woman also said: "Yes, I regret it now. It's better to feel safer than following the car, and we don't have weapons yet."

Lamether said coldly, "You can go back, no one asks you to follow me." After that, Lamether continued to run forward without looking back. This was too close to the scene, so he had to continue rushing.

Looking back, there were more and more zombies. The Arabs and American women sighed. The two looked at each other and followed the lame. Because most of the zombies were attracted by the convoy, they did not encounter any danger along the way. The three of them kept walking until after nine o'clock in the evening, and finally found a hidden hand and fire to camp.

"We didn't bring out any equipment or food. We're going to be hungry tonight." The American woman beat her sore legs, and her huge breasts kept shaking with her pounding. She knew that there were only grass roots in her lame suitcase, so she was too lazy to seduce him, and

"The immortal ran out empty-handed, and there was no place worth seducing her. The lame leg was roasted and chewed on the fire and said nothing, and the Arabs were not as silent as they were in the car. He said, "Chinese, what's your name?" The Arabs thought that it was cautious not to say their name in the truck before. Now the three of them have become friends and have no names to call them.

The lame shook his head, and the Arab asked in confusion: "Is there really no name? It's impossible. Then where are you from? How did you come to the United States? A student? Or a worker?"

Lame shook his head again: "I don't know. When I was conscious, I was in the United States."

Ala Shiren cursed: "She doesn't know anything, you must be killed by you when you run around like this!"

The American woman's face also changed, "It's so miserable. If I had known this, I would have stayed to gamble with them. Listen, the gunfire in the distance has stopped. Most of them rushed out of the zombies. No, I want to find them. Follow you two and you will starve to death and be exhausted even if you are not eaten by the zombies."

After saying that, the American woman stood up, she looked at the dark wilderness and gritted her teeth and returned to the road she seemed to have when she seemed. The Arab raised her butt and sat down again. Her lameness seemed to have no hearing about all this. He chewed the grass roots hard and swallowed them desperately. How could he escape without the strength?

The Arabs took a handful of grassroots from their lame suitcase without hesitation, and stuffed them into their mouths and chewed them, "It's really a Chinese, let's give you a name. Didn't they say Chu Xiang is a Chinese superman? You just call Chu Xiang, my name is Rashid, and we will take care of each other in the future."

"Chu Xiang?" Lame leg chewed the unflavored grass root and repeated it in her heart. It was a good name, so she agreed and didn't want to become a superman, as long as she could survive.

Rashid was pushed to wake up before dawn. He opened his eyes in a daze, "Who? What's going on? Oh, are you going to go on the road? Ejaculation, I'm so sleepy, I'm so hungry, when will this damn day end?"

Rashid followed the lame leg in a daze, "Chu Xiang. Behind him, he kept cursing. The two walked along the garbage-filled highway for more than an hour. At this time, the sun rose, and yesterday's rain finally dissipated. The warm light shone on the heart.

"Hi Chu Xiang, what are your plans? Where are we going?" The Arabs finally woke up.

Chu Xiang said: "Salem City."

Rashid patted his head and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but are you going to walk with your feet? Not to mention when we will be able to leave, and if we didn't eat last night, how could we walk on the road?"

Chu Xiang didn't say anything and just walked forward. Rashid said to himself, "Okay, okay, you make the decision."

Because they were hungry, the two of them were not walking quickly. At about ten o'clock, they heard behind them. Chu Xiang climbed up to the dead tree on the side of the road to observe, and then jumped down without saying a word. Rashid asked, "What's the situation? Are the zombies catching up?"

Chu Xiang shook his head and Rashid said, "What's that sound? You really let you do it."

Chu Xiang said: "They are catching up."

"They?" Rashid's doubts were quickly resolved. It was the captain who led the remaining troops to break through the zombies and chase after them. Rashid couldn't believe them when he saw their miserable situation. "You, why are you doing this? Don't you have guns? What about the others, why are you the only ones?"

There were only a dozen people in the team of more than 20 people now, including those five women. They were so lucky that they could escape. Bart and Weaver were also alive, but they looked very embarrassed.

The captain said sadly: "We had all bullets, and finally we finally broke through these people. I knew that we had abandoned the car and left the road and fled from the beginning. It was a wrong decision to fight hard."

Rashid was glad that he ran away early last night with the lame Chu Xiang. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether he had himself in the team today. He touched his stomach and asked, "Have you brought the food?"

The captain's younger brother Bart cursed: "Are you blind? It is God's favor to escape alive. You are still asking us for food at this time? Get out!"

Rashid shut his mouth wisely. In fact, he had seen it. These people had nothing but weapons in their hands. Rashid also saw that the American woman who had escaped and returned was also in the team. But she looked tired, and she thought about it. She went back to look for the troops without rest last night, but she still had to walk back. Isn’t this taking off her pants and farting? It’s extremely stupid!

The captain didn't say much about Chu Xiang's early escape. Everyone in this world is considering their own life, so Chu Xiang did a normal job. The captain waved: "Let's go, we must find new vehicles and weapons, otherwise, let alone going to Sail to pick up the market, whether we can survive or not."

Everyone took heavy steps to get on the road. Bart and Weaver didn't quarrel this time. Everyone was tired and hungry. Saying one more thing would consume energy. After walking less than half an hour, a sudden plop in the team. It turned out that the woman who escaped with Chu Xiang last night fainted. She had traveled too much and couldn't eat enough food.

Bart shouted: "Anyway, she's going to die, kill her and eat meat!"

The captain hesitated about his brother's advice, but the two Americans behind him were so hungry that they couldn't stand it. When Bart called them, they went up to lift the American woman who fainted. The American woman might feel something was wrong, and suddenly she woke up: "No, don't eat me, I'm not dead yet."
Chapter completed!