Chapter 13 Sailing Carnival 13
There were too many zombies outside the kitchen door, so they used the same trick again, trying to lure the zombies to the back half of the cabin.
Fu Anan's room was right in the middle of the cabin, at the back!
Fu Anan felt so fucked up when he saw the hot music playing from the phone not far from his room, summoning a group of ragged, unkempt zombies who were ready to do 857 at any time.
Her mental quality over the past 19 years has grown by leaps and bounds in just one month.
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Day 20 of Sea Survival, 2:00 AM
Fu Anan was taking a short rest when he suddenly felt a slight sound coming from above his head.
Fu Anan sat up suddenly, picked up the kitchen knife on the bedside, and looked up fiercely.
Snap——
The ventilation ducts were opened.
Fu Anan took a step back, and the palm holding the kitchen knife began to sweat.
The next moment, the head above appeared first——
A living person, and a familiar one at that! A chef named Fu, who couldn't even carve a flower properly, but relied on luck and good looks to become a chef.
Master Fu glanced at the kitchen knife in Fu An'an's hand, flipped lightly, and landed on Fu An'an's bed with almost no sound. Master Fu in the kitchen looked around, then looked at Fu An'an and asked in a low voice, "Is there any food and water?"
Fu Anan took out a pack of bread that was about to expire and a bottle of mineral water.
Master Fu took it and unwrapped the bread. His manners looked elegant and handsome, but he actually finished the bread and drank the entire bottle of mineral water in half a minute.
"Thank you." Master Fu was as aloof as ever and began to survey the surroundings.
Then he took out the extra sheets from the closet, tied them into a long cloth rope, stood on the sofa and tied one end to the upper right corner of the door.
"Come and lend a hand." Master Fu stood in front of the wardrobe and whispered to Fu Anan, "Protect these edges and corners, don't let them bump and make noise."
As Master Fu spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.
The saying "looking thin when dressed and having muscles when undressed" may refer to him.
He was very strong and picked up the wardrobe by himself. He used the things in the room to build a stronger defense line at the door, which made the room look safer.
It seems that this great chef can do everything except carving.
"Master Fu." Fu Anan leaned over and asked, "Are you coming from the kitchen?"
"Fu Yizhi," the man said calmly, lowering his head to pull out the tool tucked into his waist and wipe it. "There's been an internal conflict among the crew. A small group has taken over the kitchen and the supplies. Anyone who resists them will be killed and thrown into the zombies' clutches."
"Can't you defeat them even if you have a gun?"
Fu Anan looked at the pistol that had been polished to a shine and silently put away his kitchen knife.
How could a cook have a gun?
"Can we shoot at these people outside?" Fu Yizhi put the pistol on the table and picked up the apple that Fu Anan had placed on the table and started eating it.
Fu Anan frowned slightly. Seeing that he didn't look like he was going to leave, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"This ventilation duct is interconnected. Where are you going?"
"Right here."
"What? No." Fu Anan said without thinking, "I don't have enough food here. Master Fu, you should go to other rooms."
"The difficulty will increase in the last ten days of the survival game." Fu Yizhi said lightly.
Fu Anan was stunned for a moment, then immediately played dumb, "What survival game? I don't understand."
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