Apocalypse Meltdown

There is a wilderness next to the national road. There are a number of survivors stationed here. It is not as chaotic as the displaced people, but it is only a place where more than 100 people are stationed. However, this place has no popularity at that time. All the hundred survivors have become the incomplete wreckage on the ground. The blood is everywhere. A corpse has been foraged and can't see the original. The body is covered with intestines and other filths.

Bloody, stinking and smelling.

When Jun was born at the beginning of the sin, he saw the scene in front of him. In the distance, there were still a few zombies in the foraging of the remaining human flesh, but the best parts of the flesh were already eaten. Clean.

"It happened about a day ago." The sound of Jun Zhi sounded.

At the beginning of the sin, when he rushed to his forehand, he smashed the heads of those zombies and told his younger brother: "Is this the first place?"

"The fifth place." Jun's faint answer: "I can almost find out the other's route, and I will catch up as soon as possible."

"Well." At the beginning of the sin, the few dead zombies had been killed by the little girl.

"However, sister." Jun is somewhat embarrassed: "The other party has ransacked five small human strongholds. These days, the estimated combat strength has improved, and the number is not estimated. We may not be able to rely on it."

At the beginning of the sin, the wrist twitched down the black blood beads on the Tang knife, and the voice was cold: "Catch up and say."

“How?” A rough and thin skin with yellow and black skin, but the kindly old man looked forward to Chu Han, holding a plate that was not clean and broke several places, with a few pancakes on it.

"Good." Wang Cai answered for Chu Han.

"Oh, oh, it’s delicious, but my craft is ancestral, that is, the end of the world has nowhere to play." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were very deep, and suddenly he had a meal, a layer of The gray eyes screamed: "How strange is your voice?"

"Oh, while talking while eating, the voice is of course strange." Chu Han arbitrarily answered, smiling at the table and eating the special food.

"This is also true." The old man nodded with a serious look, followed by a smile like a chrysanthemum flower, pushing the pancakes in his hand to Chu Han: "This is still, eat more."

Chu Han glanced at the old man's thin figure and smiled and took it: "Thank you."

"I don't appreciate it." The old man quickly waved his hand: "I"

"Hey! Nothing is done! Wait for a long time!" Suddenly a savage voice inside the house interrupted the old man's words, with a strong threat: "Do not work to feed you zombies, old things!"

Chu Han looked at the front, the weather in the north was very cold, the snow on the ground was trampled into black, this is a small village, sitting on a large stone outside a dirt house, in front of it is a broken leg The wooden table, a white rabbit, ate himself into a ball.

Next to the door of the Tsuchiya closed, there was a burst of heating in the seams. It seemed that there was a fire inside. The person who had just spoken was full of energy and was in a small position in this small village.

The old man in front of him was seventy years old, his eyes narrowed, and he wore short shackles that couldn’t cover his arm. The exposed skin was blackened and the trousers were thin. The shoes on his feet broke open to reveal his toes. His body was thinner. It can be blown into the sky by this snow.

He was stinking, his clothes were dirty, and his craft was not as good as his own ancestral rumors. At most, the pancakes were cooked.

"Hey!" Hearing the yelling from the insiders, the old man whispered to Chu Han and said: "Don't be found, you keep eating slowly, I will go to my son to send pancakes."

"Good." Chu Han smiled and smiled, but his eyes were cold and terrible.

After the old man entered the house, Chu Han looked at himself, long trousers, a coat against the cold wind, no dust on his body, clean fingers, a luxury, with a crystal worth 20,000 points, the second space has a car The modern solar Wrangler has enough food to make the village crazy.

"That is his son?" Wang Cai did not know whether he was talking to Chu Han or lamenting himself.

"Yes, it is his son." Chu Han repeated, and got up and put Wang Cai into the pocket and went to the exit of the village.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment, he was afraid that he couldn't help but want to kill.

Shortly after Chu Han’s departure, a group of black robes came suddenly in the village. Twenty black robes covered themselves tightly and entered the small village, causing a lot of sensation.

People close the door or pack things at the fastest speed. They are very good at it. In order to avoid the zombies, these people often migrate. This small village is just the place where they live temporarily. It is very lucky. There is a residence here.

They don't know what is different, just think that the opportunity is coming.

Some of them are in the heart of the small ninety-nine, excitedly out of the house, brave and the 20 black robes in front of the eyes to say hello, to Chu Chuan to send the branding of the elderly son is in it.

This person is about forty years old. He has nothing to do in his life. After the eruption of the last days, he followed a group of sluts. The reason why he took his elderly father was to have a free servant.

"Adult?" The son of the old man took a face and approached these people, squeezing out the enthusiasm of the competitors around him: "Would you like to pick us up? Is it a person who came to Beijing?"

The Shangjing Survivor Base is a place where countless people dream of going. These migrants are also moving in that direction. Even if more people die on the road, they will not be able to stop their determination to enter the largest base in China.

The stranger who is headed is not seen by anyone, just take a picture from his pocket and his voice is sharp: "Have you ever seen this person?"

A group of people stared at the people on the portrait for a while, and the picture was painted by a young man. The painting was vivid and the look was very real. Although the appearance was ordinary, the eyes were unforgettable and with strong chill. Feeling, it is not easy to get caught at first glance.

Looking at a group of people shaking their heads, twenty different kinds of people are a little annoyed in their hearts, since they have never seen them, then eat these people!

Just as the aliens were going to start, suddenly a voice trembled from a distance: "Son, have you seen the guy who just sat outside the house? Where is he going?"

"Fuck!" The old man's son yelled, and went back to the old man in two or three steps. He slammed him directly on his body: "The old thing is not dead! Are you giving the food of Laozi again? I am playing Die you!"

The old man was stunned and squatted. The thin body was like a broken bone every time he was smashed. The stranger who just wanted to ask was completely lost when he saw the gray eyes of the old man.

"Slaughter."