When Ye Zhou made the plane jump for the first time, he actually didn't feel anything -
Since it was the day before the supermarket opened, he was so excited that he slept in the supermarket. And because he had to get up at five in the morning on the opening day, he also took melatonin before going to bed.
When he woke up and opened the door, he saw a deserted scene.
This time Ye Zhou did not feel anything physically, but he could see the changes in the scenery through the window.
He felt like he was sitting on a super high-speed train. The scenery outside the window changed so fast that it could not be measured in seconds, but milliseconds. The scenery was different every millisecond. The human eye could only see a bunch of complicated scenes and could not capture a static scene.
If anyone dared to walk out of the supermarket at this moment, he would definitely be torn to pieces.
It's like jumping off a moving high-speed train, but it will definitely result in a more miserable death than jumping off a high-speed train.
When the scenery outside the window began to change more slowly, Ye Zhou knew that they were about to reach their destination.
Ye Zhou felt that the system should place him in a place that was some distance away from Luoyang Base and where few people went - after all, that was the case in the previous plane.
Although business is a bit difficult, it is safe at least.
Thirty minutes before landing, Ye Zhou thought calmly that although the system was unreliable, it could still ensure the safety of the supermarket.
From this perspective, the system has another advantage.
This is what Ye Zhou thought before the scenery outside the window changed from the sky to the face of a zombie.
Ye Zhou looked at the zombie outside the window with a mole on his face. His dull eyes could not regain focus. He found that there were three hairs on the mole.
After being a zombie for so long, his eyeballs are gone and the flesh in his eye sockets has rotted away, but this mole is still so strong, it is truly amazing.
Ye Zhou stared at the eyeless zombie for more than ten seconds.
He raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at the zombie's face, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Chen Shu and Zou Ming who had stood up and held their guns: "Can you count how many zombies are outside?"
He said as if his soul was leaving his body: "While there is still time, we can try to write a suicide note and bury it in the ground. Maybe someone will see it in the future and know that a few unlucky guys like us have come all the way to fill the stomachs of zombies."
Ye Zhou really couldn't think of any possibility of escaping.
"Boss, look over there." Sarah pointed to the window on the other side. "It's a human."
"They all look like soldiers."
Ye Zhou instantly perked up. Soldiers! It's good to have soldiers!
But when Ye Zhou saw the equipment in the soldiers' hands, he was stunned.
This shouldn't be ancient, right? Judging from the soldiers' attire, the technological level here should be similar to that of Ye Zhou's original plane, and no one has long hair. They are all wrapped up tightly, with something unclear wrapped around their wrists and ankles, which looks like a hard object, probably to prevent being bitten.
But the weapons they held were a bit outrageous - axes, hatchets and machetes.
It would be more accurate to say that they were preparing to fight at the village entrance rather than fighting zombies.
Ye Zhou asked blankly: "Is this a special feature of the plane? The zombies here can only be attacked with cold weapons?"
Chen Shu smiled and said, "They must have run out of bullets. What's lacking in places like this isn't weapons, but bullets. Guns can be used repeatedly, but bullets are consumables and cannot be recycled once used."
"From the looks of them, they should have run out of bombs."
Zou Ming: "It should have been going on for a long time."
Zou Ming changed into the clothes he wore when he came today, a black tight-fitting top that was close-fitting and easy to move in. He had a tall and straight figure, his hips slightly facing forward and his body leaning back, and even with clothes on, one could easily see the outlined lines of his muscles.
But Ye Zhou was not in the mood to appreciate Zou Ming's handsomeness at the moment. He only looked at the gun in Zou Ming's hand.
A machine gun like this, which is not even a heavy machine gun, how useful can it be?
Even if Chen Shu is an excellent sniper and every shot can hit the head, how many zombies can he kill?
Ye Zhou looked at Sarah again.
Sarah guessed what Ye Zhou was thinking, and she said indifferently: "I don't know how to use a gun, and I'm not very accurate. I'm afraid that I won't kill the zombies, but will kill my own people. I'd better just go ahead like this."
Ye Zhou was a little nervous: "Will the zombie virus have no effect on you?"
Sarah thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. There's no difference between us vampires and zombies. They don't even have intelligence. They're not as advanced as us."
Ye Zhou: “…”
Sarah waved her hand: "Boss, don't worry, maybe I can be more useful than them this time."
"After the game, the boss treated me to hotpot." Sarah swallowed.
She could only detect the spicy taste, and eating chili peppers without any food was just a snack for her.
But Ye Zhou can't eat spicy food at all.
My lips will swell up if I eat a little.
Sarah never expected that they would lose, even with such a huge number disparity.
"By the way, those soldiers are knocking on the window." Sarah pointed outside the window again.
"Do you want to let them in?"
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"Try knocking on the window." The woman turned to the young man and said, "Maybe they'll let us in."
The young man looked tense, his lips pressed into a straight line: "Don't you find it strange?"
A supermarket fell from the sky, and she actually wanted to go in?
Are they hallucinating together, or is the world going crazy?
The woman said indifferently, "When the zombies appeared, I also thought it was a group hallucination. I thought it was unscientific. Wasn't it explained by science later?"
The man had a blank expression on his face: "Alien invasion of the earth is also called science?"
The woman shrugged. "That's true. Since there's no proof that there are no alien creatures, then it's possible that there are. If there are, then isn't that scientific?"
The woman continued, "We can't possibly go back alive anyway. We'll die wherever we go. Why don't we try and see if the people inside will let us in?"
This time the man didn't speak.
Although all this seemed extremely ridiculous, they seemed to have no better way to deal with it.
This supermarket is right between them and the zombies, right in front of the second line of defense. Once the zombies break through the second line of defense, this supermarket will not survive.
But the man held on to a lucky thought - if this supermarket was also an alien creation, then it must have a way to deal with zombies.
Maybe... they don't have to die?
The man's mind was in a mess. The more he thought, the more he felt that he was trapped in a strange illusion.
All this might just be his fantasy because he is afraid of death. When he wakes up, he might find himself on the battlefield with zombies right in front of him.
The woman tapped on the glass again.
This time someone finally walked across the shelves towards them.
She was a little girl less than 1.4 meters tall. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants. Her blonde curly hair was tied into a ponytail. She walked towards them while yawning.
The girl opened the window a crack and stared at them with a pair of slightly red eyes.
The woman forced a smile: "Little sister..."
The girl interrupted her: "Whose words are useful? The boss only let one person in."
The woman subconsciously looked back. Her comrades who had just been shocked by the scene of the supermarket falling from the sky had come to their senses. Seeing them knocking on the glass of the supermarket, they also wanted to come over. The woman hurriedly said, "Whatever I told him, it worked!"
The girl frowned: "Only one can go in."
The woman begged, "Little sister, please be flexible! If there are two of us, we can talk things out more clearly, right?"
"Besides, we don't have guns, so we don't pose any threat."
When the girl looked at her, the woman actually felt that she was not a little girl but a mature woman. The girl looked at her like a predator, trying to figure out how much she weighed.
Sarah took out the intercom: "Boss, can we have two?"
A distorted male voice came from the other end: "Okay."
Sarah opened the window: "Come in."
"By the way, you'd better talk to the person behind you before you come in."
"If they dare to break in by destroying the doors and windows..."
Sarah bared her sharp fangs at the two men, "No need to wait for the zombies, I will kill them myself."
They both: “…”
You don't have to say it in person.
Sarah stood by the window with her arms folded, and waited until the woman had loudly relayed her threat before letting the two men in.
"It really is a supermarket." The woman exclaimed in amazement as she passed by the shelves.
There are also places selling daily necessities in the base, but now daily necessities are in limited supply and need to be purchased on demand with tickets.
The most produced food has long been tortillas, which can also serve as currency - although the government has never acknowledged that tortillas can be used as currency, bartering among the people cannot be stopped.
This also shows that ordinary people have lost confidence in money.
The factories in the rear have been doing their best just to produce ammunition. The world has been caught in a zombie crisis, with more and more zombies and fewer and fewer living people. At the beginning, they still had the energy to provide assistance to small countries, but gradually they began to take care of themselves.
The virus is pervasive, and the connections between countries are gradually severed.
They have launched missiles and even nuclear bombs, but have not achieved much except leaving behind mess and pollution.
Because the viruses do not die with the zombies, they will remain lurking in the soil and on plants, waiting for living things to take them away and then re-enter the human body.
After each battle, soldiers dare not touch their mouths and noses with their hands. They must undergo strict disinfection measures and be scanned by instruments before they can return to the base.
Even if you return to the base, you cannot contact others immediately. You must return to your residence and isolate yourself for a day.
In every battle, the front-line soldiers always suffer heavy casualties. If they are unlucky, the zombies' blood will spurt out and fall on their faces, and the chance of being infected is 100%.
A supermarket with abundant supplies like this one made them think for a moment that they had returned to the period before the zombie virus outbreak.
The woman walked forward in silence, and she suddenly felt that this was all a dream.
The young man walking beside her couldn't help but look at the shelves. He even saw the freezer not far away. As a sniper, he had good eyesight and could easily see the boxes of beef and whole chickens in the freezer.
On the shelves next to it are steaming ice cream, chocolate and milk.
This is a large supermarket in peacetime.
The man felt that he might not have seen a supermarket falling from the sky with his own eyes, but had traveled back to before the end of the world.
"Little sister." The woman tried to talk to Sarah, "Where are you from? America? Italy? Or France?"
Sarah didn't stop or look back at them. She said calmly, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
The woman didn't feel embarrassed. She smiled and said, "I'm just curious. How did you get here? Are you aliens? Or do you have some alien technology?"
Ever since the official announcement that the zombie virus was an invasion by alien creatures, whenever women encounter situations that cannot be explained, they will force explanations using aliens.
"Is your supermarket open?" the woman said. "Do you sell anything? How do you charge? Can I buy an ice cream?"
Sarah was finally fed up with the woman. She said coldly, "The zombies are right across the street, and you're still in the mood to buy ice cream?"
The woman sighed and said, "I'm going to die sooner or later anyway. Before I die, I just want to eat some strawberry ice cream."
Sarah: "...Take it. It's my treat."
Sarah: "You both take it. I can afford two ice creams. Eat the ice cream and stop talking nonsense."
So the woman went to get two ice creams. She stuffed one into the hand of the man who had been silent since he came in, then tore open the outer wrapper and started eating. The ice cream was as sweet and delicious as she remembered.
She watched Sarah from behind.
She still remembered Sarah's two exposed canine teeth.
It's too long and too sharp. Where does she usually keep it? Won't it pierce her lips?
Could he be a vampire? That’s why he has a kind of maturity that doesn’t match his appearance, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
The woman almost laughed at her own thoughts.
It's understandable if it involves aliens, but if it involves vampires, this world would be too magical.
The supermarket was very large and had a wide variety of goods. They followed Sarah for a long time before they reached the door of a room.
The door of the room was not closed.
As soon as the woman looked up, she could see clearly the furnishings and everything in the room.
And the person sitting on the sofa——
The man sitting on the sofa was wearing a blue casual suit. He had black and shiny hair, and his amber eyes were looking at her. There was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was welcoming their arrival.
He was very handsome, but the smile on his face didn't really seem like a smile at all, so he seemed cold and arrogant instead.
There was a man and a woman standing next to him, both holding guns and staring at the newcomer with sharp eyes.
The woman swallowed involuntarily.
She could tell at a glance that these two men were veterans of many battles and had a murderous aura, as if as long as she made the slightest movement, they would kill her immediately without even giving her time to react.
The blonde girl who led the way walked to the sofa, leaned on the armrest, and looked at them with a cold expression.
The corners of the woman's mouth twitched.
Why did she feel like she had joined some evil organization and was facing a big boss?
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