Chapter 11 Sailing Carnival 11
Due to visual limitations, Fu Anan could not see them.
But the sound of collision from the rear was clearly audible, and a minute later the commotion ended with a few screams.
The result is self-evident. The entire cabin was filled with the stench of decay and blood.
Fu Anan lowered his head and wrote it down in his notebook
[Keep absolute silence. The door cannot withstand the attack of the zombies.]
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With the precedent of the unlucky guy, all the survivors kept quiet and survived the eleventh day of the voyage safely.
The twelfth day of survival at sea passed safely.
The thirteenth day of the sea survival started at about three in the morning.
There was a sound from another room.
"Catch him!"
"Oh my god, I got bit."
"Ah, help!"
Fu Anan suddenly sat up from the bed and leaned over the peephole to look out.
The door opposite opened by itself, and the person inside rushed out covered in blood, followed by his companion who had gone in with him two days ago.
But he has turned into a zombie.
The man rushed out and looked around, banging on the closed door.
But no one opened the door.
Fu Anan didn't dare to open the door.
The man who called for help had lost his ear and was bleeding profusely.
Then he was knocked down by a yellow-haired zombie.
It was those who had been in hiding after being injured two days ago who began to fall ill.
Some rooms were occupied by people who were bitten two days ago. They fell ill one after another, and were either killed by the survivors in the room, or all the survivors in the room died at the mouths of the zombies.
From three in the morning to six or seven in the morning, it was definitely a long and dark time for the survivors in the entire cabin.
Fu Anan looked at the gate opposite. She remembered that the fat man opposite had been caught by zombies, and there was no movement until now. Is he dead?
At nine o'clock in the morning, the crisis was temporarily over.
Fu Anan stopped looking at the room opposite. She stood up, twisted her neck, and started her twice-daily exercise.
There are three sets of radio gymnastics for her to choose from every day.
I don't want to master martial arts, but I want to be able to run faster than zombies when I encounter danger.
Don't let your back, legs, and feet cramp after running just a few steps. Your health is your lifeblood.
Fu Anan feels that in addition to being lucky, he also has many other advantages, such as paying attention to details and taking precautions.
Among all the survivors in the entire cabin, Fu Anan might be the most prepared.
After finishing her morning exercises, Fu Anan reluctantly heated up the remaining food in the refrigerator and ate it. She flipped open the first page of her notebook and crossed out today's date. There were only seventeen days left until she could leave this horrible game.
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Just because Fu Anan can hide, it doesn’t mean others can do the same.
They were not as well prepared as Fu Anan, and there was not enough food and water in some crowded rooms.
Either starve to death or go out, walk through the zombie-filled corridor and find food in the kitchen.
Finally, a team started to take action.
Clang——
A throwing sound in the quiet corridor attracted the attention of the zombies outside the door.
The next moment, a powerful song sounded at the end of the corridor. A hurried sound rang out in the corridor, and all the zombies rushed to the corridor. Fu Anan watched as the door diagonally opposite was opened, and several people quickly ran towards the kitchen.
The ringing of the cell phone bought them a lot of time, and several people successfully moved away.
Fu Anan watched the zombies that slowed down a bit and then quieted down because they had lost their target. He lowered his head and wrote in his notebook: [Hearing Priority]
With the first one, the survivors in the second and third rooms will move to the kitchen.
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