Chapter 565: Doomsday (16)
The fierce fighting was faster than Dong Qing thought.
The fighting of wild beasts is often more decisive than that of human beings. Several fierce creatures fight each other, killing each other.
The living dead bite directly at the mutant mouse's eyes, and the mutant rat frequently aimed his front teeth at the throat of the living dead.
Seeing the fighting between the two creatures, gradually spreading towards him, Dong Qing knew that he should run away.
Moving side by side, Dong Qing planned to slip away from the shops beside the street.
In the tattered fruit shop, there is no vegetable leaves, a mess, Dong Qing's eyes lit up, he saw a transparent window, the window is about one square meter in area, barely let him pass
The once bustling streets of Shengli Road are now run down to the extreme. A series of rear-end cars are blocking the main road of the street.
Many cars have been burnt, and the last point of use value has been lost. What can Dong Qing find from the wreckage of burnt ashes?
Without staying in place, Dong Qing bent over halfway and walked towards the set goal.
Ten minutes later, under the eyes of two living cruising dead men, Dong Qing entered the shop dangerously and dangerously.
His clothes full of gasoline smell really helped a lot. The living dead mainly depended on the smell to find food. If the end of the world just arrived, the living dead wouldn't even be able to take a look because of his gasoline smell.
But now the streets are full of scrapped cars. The smell of smoked gasoline keeps people alive and dead. This group of animals is not without a brain, and it has some simple judgment skills.
After being smoked by gasoline many times, this group of animals will gradually move away from places where gasoline is present.
This small shop has changed a lot from Dong Qing's last visit. The rows of toilet paper on the window are gone, and a pile of paper scraps are replacing them.
Dong Qing's face is a bit ugly, which means that new survivors have discovered this place.
The small shop is located in a small alley at the entrance of the community. Normally, it should be doing business by a window facing the street. Now that window is blocked by a rear-end car with the front of the car, Dong Qing originally thought that this place will not be occupied by people. Find.
Still can't underestimate others, Dong Qing sighed, and he rummaged inwardly.
No matter how small the shop is, it is also a place to sell things. He was evacuated by others after only three days of unbelief.
Although the last time he came, there was only one thing
Kung Fu paid no attention to him. When Dong Qing was looking for food through the box and the cabinet, he was touched by an iron plate hidden under the table.
"Chuck!" The sound of the iron plate hitting the ground, let Dong Qing discover this secret place.
There is an iron lock hanging on the iron plate. It's not difficult for Dong Qing to pull out his long and thin crowbar from his sleeve. Dong Qing tucked the crowbar into the iron lock and used his arms to rub a twist.
"Oh!" Dong Qing's face turned red and he used all his strength.
"Slap!" The iron lock was broken from within.
"Hoo" Dong Qing gasped and recovered, his wound was just torn open a little bit.
The pain with a little bit of numbness in the tear did not slow down Dong Qing's hand. After restoring his strength, he hurriedly opened the iron plate, and there was a cubic space below.
With an area of one square meter and a height of 1.5 meters, this seems to be a temporary small storehouse.
Dong Qing flushed with excitement, because
He saw three bags of white noodles and two boxes of ham sausages.
After not eating meat for more than two months, Dong Qing's mouth faded out of the bird. He picked up two ham sausages in one hand and ate them in three or two bites.
The two hams intestines only make Dong Qing's abdomen slightly warm. He dare not eat too much, which will affect his running speed.
Looking at the bags of noodles, Dong Qing was worried. The bag of noodles was estimated to be forty or fifty pounds. His back was able to move, but he didn't have to run away carrying this thing. He just went to the living dead and waited for death. .
After a few seconds, Dong Qing pulled out a plastic bag from his backpack and filled him with a full bag.
In such a plastic bag of flour, Dong Qing estimates that only three of them can eat three or four meals. Even one meal a day will soon be finished.
Something called greed breeds in Dong Qing's heart.
Another plastic bag was packed in his teeth, and Dong Qing put the flour from the two plastic bags into the back bag of his back.
After back-to-back, Dong Qing shrugged and was a little heavy. It is undeniable that this affected part of his running speed.
In addition to the flour, Dong Qing took out two bundles from the box of ham sausages.
Xiaoya is hungry and thin, and the little girl Zhao Zhenzhen is seriously malnourished. Dong Qing feels that she needs to make up for them.
After taking all of this, Dong Qing covered the cellar with flour and ham sausage again with an iron plate.
Everyone is selfish in the face of the end. In order to prevent this place from being discovered again by others, Dong Qing struggled to move a broken sofa over and suppress the iron plate.
The shop is very messy and messy everywhere, you don’t keep dim sum, you really can’t really notice where the broken sofa is.
Dong Qing can only bet that the survivors who came here did not notice this change.
The food was found, and water was another problem. Dong Qing then rummaged.
In these three days, the gang who came to this shop should be a big gang. When he last came, he saw a whole barrel of Guofu Mountain Spring, and now he can’t even see the shadow of a bucket.
A small gang with only one or two people can’t move a bucket as big as that unless they don’t want to eat and only take water.
It may be a survivor in the community, and only they can know the location of this small shop with a high probability.
Bottled drinking water Dong Qing almost turned over the shelves, still couldn't find a bottle, he finally touched the toilet of this small shop.
With the thought of not letting go when he came, Dong Qing checked the toilet lid of the toilet.
have water!
A little clear water appeared in the sink.
Dong Qing hurriedly took out two bottles and a straw to prepare for water.
The water in the toilet sink should have been stored a bit before the end of the world. Two months later, only the last layer was evaporated.
Fortunately, it is winter now, otherwise the water will evaporate faster.
In the end, Dong Qing barely picked up a bottle and a half, and Dong Qing could no longer absorb water.
The toilet is completely dry.
The surprise for Dong Qing in this bathroom is not the same. In the paper drawer next to the toilet, he also found half a roll of unused toilet paper.
When Xiaoya came to the moon last month, she used rags to calculate the days. Her aunt was coming this month. The half roll of toilet paper came just right.
Putting toilet paper in his bag, Dong Qing glanced at the sky and knew he should go.
The journey out is as thrilling as when it came.
Dong Qing is still buying for his greed
Single, when approaching a small alley, the subtle sound of the bulging Kanbao rubbing against the wall attracted the attention of a living dead.
In addition, after so long, the smell of petrol had cleared away. The living dead man shrugged his nose, and then rushed into the alley.
Dong Qing, hiding in a corner of the alley, scolded and ran away.
Two packs of flour in plastic bags and two bottles of water slowed Dong Qing's speed a little at this time. Such a speed is the difference between life and death.
Feeling the increasingly strong smell of the living dead behind him, Dong Qing died.
There is a corner in front of him. If he still can’t get rid of this living dead person, he will probably face a group of living dead people after rushing out, instead of one head.
At the critical moment, Dong Qing's mind was clearer than ever.
This time, Dong Qing prepared the burning. The bottle embodies its usefulness.
Quickly took out the burning bottle from the small sack in the waist.
Regardless of whether he ignited himself who also had gasoline residues on his body, Dong Qing repeatedly pressed the lighter several times before igniting and burning the toilet paper at the mouth of the bottle.
"Go to death!" Dong Qing whispered, flicking his right arm, and knocked the bottle burning in midair against the living dead.
"Boom." The moment the lean gasoline touched the living dead, it began to burn violently.
Dong Qing's quasi-head is good. He hit the center bullseye, and the living dead who was roasted in the head by the hot flame fell into chaos for a while.
It ran left and right, trying to extinguish the flames on his head, but no matter how swaying, the flames did not spread.
Dong Qing didn't get a good deal here either. He was still set on fire, a ray of flame on his shoulder, and the flame would spread through his body through the remaining gasoline. Dong Qing decisively fell to the ground, and then messed up The dirt started rolling.
Wisdom is much more useful than brute force. When Dong Qing extinguished the flames on his body, the living dead over there had already been half-baked, and the drooping motionless there.
The head is the only weakness of the living dead, and this living dead is probably already fierce.
In the alley, Dong Qing and the living dead were fighting a lot, and many cruising living dead began to approach this side. Dong Qing endured the burn on his shoulder and the old wound on the back, and hurriedly left here with his teeth.
Fortunately, it was just an ordinary living dead person, not the speed-like living dead person he was injured on the first day like a gecko.
Dong Qing, who escaped after the robbery, fled towards the home with the intricate shop facades and car wreckage on both sides of the street.
Back at the crossroads again, an hour ago, there were three mutant mice and four living dead fierce battles. An hour later, there was nothing but black and red blood stains on the ground.
Don’t stay here for long, Dong Qing will leave when he lifts his feet. Next to the well cover, he saw a small human skull, which is the brain of the living dead.
It doesn't matter whether the living dead won in the end or the mutant rat won. Now he just wants to run home and get a good night's sleep.
It was getting dark, and he looked at his watch. The pointer was at 7:10. He had been out for almost four hours. If they did not go back, Xiaoya and they should worry about themselves.
Taking a heavy step, Dong Qing returned to their small courtyard.
When he first entered the small courtyard, Dong Qing's sweating hair stood up, and he saw a horrible mutant beast of the size of a yellow calf lying in the middle of the courtyard.
