The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home

    There is a rental house next door. The tenant moved out last month, and no new tenant has been found. It is now unoccupied.

    This is a relatively spacious three-bedroom and one-bedroom, although there is only one more room than her house, but each room is much larger, with a total of about 100 square meters, which belongs to Fu Erdie's small house double.

    Every room has a door and a lock. Fu Erdie tried it, and it can be switched on and off normally.

    She gently opened every drawer to find the key, successfully got the key of each room, and even got the spare key for the door.

    Furdie wrapped the key in the prepared cloth and put it in the arm bag without making a sound.

    She quietly opened the door, leaving an inconspicuous gap. The door handle was connected by a line, leading directly to the bedroom where Fu Erdie was hiding.

    My own monitoring can be displayed on the mobile phone in real time through Bluetooth. Fu Erdie looked at the mobile phone and waited for 20 minutes, and finally waited for the chance for the little zombie to come to the door alone.

    She pulled the rope gently, making a creaking sound.

    The little zombie was attracted and looked up into the house.

    Fu Erdie's position is just right to see the face of the little zombie.

    Fu Erdie's hand holding the bedroom door clasped slightly.

    Only the little zombie walked in chaotically, and went to the balcony along the way Fu Erdie put out the sofa.

    The little zombies are naturally attracted and run over.

    Fu Erdie entered the kitchen, flexibly hid in the ceiling of the suspended ceiling through the reserved hole, and waited for a while before seeing the little zombie chasing after him.

    "Five seconds."

    Fuerdie counts secretly.

    This is much slower than yesterday's old zombies.

    If it was it, it would rush over in two seconds.

    In other words, the quality of action of different zombies is really different.

    The zombies outside, as well as the zombies in the corridor, are indeed much slower as she sees them.

    Fu Erdie breathed a sigh of relief, took out the hammer he had prepared, jumped down from a height, and hammered the head of the little zombie.

    "Sorry."

    The head of the little zombie exploded, and the blood flowed from the brain tissue, splashing on Fu Erdie's face.

    She turned on the tap.

    Because no one lived for more than ten days and no water was used, the water that came out of the faucet at the beginning was a little rusty red.

    Fu Erdie shook her hands, but continued to wash her hands. When the water was clean, she washed her face and neck with water to remove the blood from her hair. She looked at the surveillance camera and saw that there were no zombies in the corridor for the time being, so she dragged the little zombie's body out.

    The feel of zombies is really bad. When you touch it directly, it is a little stiff, but it still has the feel of human skin.

    Maybe when a person just died, the corpse feels like this.

    Fu Erdie forcibly endured, dragged the little zombie out, and placed it with the old zombie with a hollow head in the corridor.

    This time, Fu Erdie was not so scared when she saw the old zombies wandering over.

    Because they are not that fast.

    She returned to the neighbor's house calmly and locked the door.

    The temperature is very high now, it is estimated that it is the same as last night, still 35 or 36 degrees.

    She sat in the corner of the living room with no strength, listening to the sound of zombies scratching the door at the door, her face expressionless.

    She didn't realize she was crying until the hot water dripped on her knees and calves.

    Looking blankly at the calf and the ground, more and more tears dripped, Fu Erdie finally couldn't help it, hugged her knees and cried silently.

    Why, she is a person who is afraid of bursting pulp when stepping on cockroaches, and is afraid of the touch when hitting moths, and now she is swinging a hammer at the zombies who were still human yesterday.

    Zombies are disgusting, corpses are disgusting, and death is terrible, why face these? !

    When she returned from the balcony, Fu Erdie was calm.

    My home still looks as quiet and comfortable as it did before the apocalypse.

    She takes a bath, blows the air conditioner, eats rice and pickles, pours dog food for the dog, and cleans the dog's toilet.

    Everything is organized and the same as before.

    But Fu Erdie knew that it was different.

    She put the cleaned garbage into a bag, put it in the cardboard box where the ornamental plants were placed yesterday, and planned to hang it downstairs with the plants.

    But looking at the express box that was half empty, Fu Erdie planned to fill it up and throw it away in a few days.

    Now, whether it is a cardboard box or a garbage bag, use a little less.

    As for those ornamental plants that she was thinking about "freeing" yesterday, Fu Erdie thought irresponsibly, anyway, downstairs is also a sidewalk floor tile, there is no soil, there is no difference downstairs or here.

    After a night of chaos, the traffic outside is much more orderly.

    Because as we all know, no one can move a car in an accident under these circumstances. One more car accident, one more congestion point.

    If you can't grab the road, you won't grab the road, and no one will be able to leave.

    In addition, like Zhao Xiaolu, there are many people who choose to drive away the car whose owner died after being blocked.

    Furdie saw ten of the same incidents on the balcony. However, only three groups of people got on the bus successfully. The others were all on the road in the clear sky and were blocked by other zombies to share their food. The scene was extremely bloody.

    Other survivors on the ground floor saw this, learned experience, and chose to act at night when the zombies' vision is not good.

    Fuerdie stood upstairs, blowing the air conditioner, looking at the crowd below as if looking at the passing passengers one by one.

    She knows that when she stops water, electricity and gas, she will be like the countless people below who are trying to survive.

    The plot on the road is not the same every day. There are also different situations in the corridor.

    On the first day, most of them were like Fu Erdie, as long as they didn't turn into zombies, they would either find a car to escape or hide at home.

    At the time of the zombie outbreak, most of the corridors were elderly and children, or office workers who left work early and had no shifts.

    There are not many people, and many people are waiting for their families to meet.

    The next day, people who could not contact their family members, or who were abandoned by their family members, began to call on everyone to fight zombies.

    After all, the zombies are not fast, so it is good to clear the corridor.

    Fu Erdie responded and followed him in the corridor for a few days.

      Timid, crying, afraid to come out.