Chapter 17 Sailing Carnival 17
Next, open the closet and look for long-sleeved, thick clothes.
Even though it was 35 degrees Celsius in the summer, life was more important than staying cool. Even when putting on clothes, Fu Anan used leftover tape to seal loose areas like trouser legs and cuffs tightly.
After making sure that he was fully equipped, Fu Anan took out his own small pot.
To avoid the zombies and avoid making unnecessary noise, and also to avoid attracting the attention of the people in the kitchen, she had been eating instant noodles dry these days. On her last day here, she wanted to eat hot instant noodles!
Fu Anan luxuriously added two bottles of mineral water, put the instant noodles into the boiling water, and added the seasoning packet. A burst of fragrance lingered around her nose, diluting the smell of rotting corpses and toilet water that filled the room.
She also has a sausage!
The ham is sliced very thinly and blends well with the noodles. It would have been even more delicious if some chopped green onions and vegetables were added.
The smell also reached the kitchen.
"Damn it! We're working so hard to fend off the zombies, and someone's cooking instant noodles outside!" Player Li Gao, with his extremely sensitive nose, sniffed the smell and cursed, "When I get out, I'm going to kill this person cooking instant noodles."
Just as he finished speaking, the kitchen door was slammed again.
A large number of zombies were blocking the door, and the door lock was already shaky.
"Brother Li, the kitchen door is about to collapse." The NPC companion next to him asked Li Gao for help.
"We have to resist even if we can't. If we let them in, we'll all die! Hold on, once we reach the waters of the British Empire, the army will come to rescue us!" Li Gao was still trying to cheer up the NPCs who didn't know the truth. "We're not far from the British Empire's high seas."
As Li Gao said this, he secretly exchanged glances with the other three people.
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After Fu Anan finished her last meal in the cabin, she climbed up the ventilation duct using the bed and stool as a cushion.
Seeing that Chef Fu in the kitchen looked very relaxed, it was not easy for her to climb up.
Radio gymnastics still needs more practice.
Fu Anan climbed up and kicked the stool away. The sound attracted the attention of the zombies. Looking at the crumbling door, Fu Anan swallowed his saliva and started to crawl out without looking back.
After she started climbing for a while, she suddenly realized that it was not that simple.
The ventilation ducts stretched in all directions, and it was still very dark inside. Fu Anan, whose sense of direction wasn't particularly good, was momentarily unsure which direction the elevator or stairs led to. He could only choose one direction and crawl forward aimlessly.
Passing through every room from the ventilation duct, looking down through the gap, almost every room was occupied by zombies.
Immediately afterwards, Fu Anan stopped when passing by a room.
She's upstairs in the infirmary!
Looking down, the three dining carts were in disarray, with unfinished steaks spilled onto the floor and mixed with the black blood. The pharmacy counter had collapsed, with various medications scattered across the floor, and seven or eight people wandering aimlessly inside.
She spotted Doctor Song among the others. His white coat had turned completely black, and his cuffs and trouser legs seemed to be hanging bare.
Fu Anan crouched lower and lower, trying to see more clearly. Dr. Song staggered and just walked under the ventilation duct.
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