The primitive battle is brutal and bloody, with the victor kneeling on the ground and enjoying his meal. {.
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m}The loser is dead. He is lying on the ground. His body, which has not yet cooled and hardened, is shaking slightly as the zombies remove the internal organs. His eyes that have lost their luster are looking at the dormitory door that has been closed by Liu Dali.
Blood gushed out from the wounds on the corpse, staining the already dirty ground red. The dark black blood was steaming, and the bedroom was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
"Zombie? Biochemical attack? Or the end of the world?" Liu Dali thought as he walked over. He grabbed the chair next to him with one hand and threw it hard at the zombie less than two meters away from him.
The chair flew through the air with a buzzing sound, and accurately smashed the head of the zombie who was looking back at Liu Dali.
With a bang, the zombie fell to the ground, its head was broken, and blood, flesh and brain matter gurgled out, making the smell of blood in the bedroom even stronger.
"Huh?" Liu Dali moved his sore shoulders. This kind of strenuous activity made him very uncomfortable, but he didn't pay too much attention. Instead, he bent down to pick up a broken chair leg and inserted it into the Disemboweling the eyes of a person who might turn into a zombie eliminates the possibility of him turning into a zombie.
At this point, Liu Dali is the only living person who can move in dormitory 705.
"Why don't I feel any guilt? What do they call Laize? Zhang San, Li Si, or Wang Wu?"
Liu Dali found that he was particularly strange today. The memory in his mind was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. The memories of more than twenty years were in a mess. It gave him a very unreal feeling, but after thinking about it carefully, he found no other abnormalities.
As for the names of the three roommates who share the same bed, it is no longer important to Liu Dali now. They are just three dead people. What use are they to him? The past grudges and grudges are over.
Liu Dali stepped over the body lying on the ground without any psychological burden, walked to the balcony, opened the glass windows and screens, and took a deep breath of fresh air. Then looked out the window.
It is now 8:58 in the morning. The school is bathed in the golden sunshine. The sky is blue and cloudless. It is a very good weather.
On the path downstairs, in the grass, and beside the garden, groups of men and women were running around in fear. A large number of zombies followed them. They stretched their hands forward and chased the living people in front of them, or food.
The timid person¡¯s legs were so frightened that he didn¡¯t even have the strength to escape. In the end, he was caught by the zombies while crying for help. In the desperate cry, he shared some of the zombies for other living people.
Those who were brave and those who believed deeply in the theory of doomsday fled amidst the siege of zombies. These people picked up any weapons they could use on the road, gritted their teeth to deal with the zombies that were in front of them and had no way to hide, and fought their way out with difficulty. A bloody road. Don't know where their destination is.
In this process, some people were scratched, some were pushed down, some failed, and some succeeded.
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??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Able to break through numerous obstacles unscathed, break out of tight siege according to one's own ideas and plans, and find a temporary safe place. If we carry out the next step of the plan, not many people will embark on the escape journey.
The school, which used to be orderly and orderly, is now in chaos. There are shouts and exclamations, and cries can be heard everywhere. There are fleeing people and zombies who are not much different from ordinary people in appearance.
"Is it really the end of the world?" Liu Dali was a little scared, a little worried, and a little inexplicably excited. He looked at the miserable conditions in the dormitory opposite and said to himself in confusion: "What should I do?"
In a harmonious society like China, and in a sacred place like a university, weapons with magic are really hard to find.
Liu Dali saw that most of the people downstairs were fighting with bare hands against the students who had turned into zombies, and the zombies that were standing in front of him and trying to bite him.
¡°One of them seemed to have learned some kung fu, and hit a zombie in the head with a roundhouse kick. If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely lose his combat effectiveness even if he was not unconscious. However, zombies are different. As long as their heads or cervical vertebrae are fine, they will not die.
In the end, this fierce man who had learned martial arts and wanted to escape with kung fu had to change his fighting style and use flexible movements to avoid the chasing and blocking zombies, and soon left Liu Dali's sight.
These zombies have just mutated, and their flesh and bones are not much different from those of living people. Although their movements are a bit slow, they are not very different in other aspects.Not much inferior to ordinary people.
Without effective weapons, it is difficult for zombies to cause effective damage. Once those who escape are entangled with zombies, they are likely to be trapped and unable to kill an enemy until they die.
A few lucky people can find some stones and bricks from the ground and kill the zombies blocking the road. Some people, with no way to escape, have their potential exploded and even climbed the trees on the roadside. However, more people cannot change their ways. Destiny soon "betrayed" humanity, and wisely switched camps, joining the side of the zombies and pursuing the living humans.
In the current chaotic situation, it is difficult for people to distinguish between zombies and living people while escaping, and many people die in vain as a result.
"Speaking of which" Liu Dali turned to look at the TV monitor in the dormitory that was playing "The Walking Dead". Below the QQ player was a web page for some doomsday novel, "I wonder if I will get some special functions."
Liu Dali began to check his body to see if there was anything different from ordinary people.
"The strength has not changed, the resilienceforget it, you must not be hurt by zombies"
Three minutes later, Liu Dali found no strange abilities. His body did not become stronger, his jumping ability did not improve, his speed did not become faster, and he could neither use fire nor ice. He killed two zombies and one The quasi-zombie didn't get any experience, nor did they burst out of the box. As for inheritance, there seemed to be no inheritance.
"This is trouble." Liu Dali looked at the dwindling number of living people downstairs and the group of bereaved people gathering together, and said to himself: "I have no superpowers, no upgrades, and no career inheritance. This is the end of the world. What should I do? What to do? Do you want to be like the tragic character in "The Walking Dead", who starts a miserable escape journey, can't even eat a full meal, and finally dies in a melee? "
Liu Dali¡¯s heart, which had been a little excited just now, suddenly went cold. He glanced at the man who had been disemboweled by the zombies, and stared at the blood-red, still steaming heart.
"There is no white one that can evolve genetic meat**, what on earth am I thinking about?" Liu Dali shook his head, rubbed his face with his hands, and extinguished the weird thoughts in his mind.
Since he didn¡¯t get the superpower, Liu Dali put his mind elsewhere. If he wanted to survive, he had to find a solution as soon as possible and leave the city as soon as possible.
"I can't say there have been no changes, at least I'm still alive now." Liu Dali looked at the corpse with a chopstick stuck in his left eye, "Is my ability a cold-blooded passive talent? Regardless of whether it is, it's good to be alive."
According to Liu Dali¡¯s experience of reading many apocalyptic novels and shopping in 2012 for several years, leaving the big cities and rushing to sparsely populated villages is the right way to go.
As for whether there will be infected mutated insects, mutated animals, mutated birds, etc. in the countryside Liu Dali cannot judge because of insufficient information and can only guess.
Compared to slow-moving zombies, mutated insects and creatures are harder to deal with, but staying in this city and waiting for rescue seems unlikely.
It is very possible that the rescue troops did not wait, but what they waited for was a loud bang in the sky and the debut of nuclear bombs.
What¡¯s more, Liu Dali doesn¡¯t know whether the huge zombie swarm will evolve. Even if they don¡¯t evolve, they are all scum with slow movements and only a combat power of 5. However, the huge number can make up for this shortcoming, and they can kill any enemy with human sea tactics.
"Even if this world is not a doomsday supernatural novel about a certain point, but a European and American drama like "The Walking Dead", I still want to be a person like the Governor, control a place, and dominate a place." Liu Dali had just finished thinking about it, and was I was shocked by my thoughts, "How could I have such thoughts?"
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