He remembered; it was an alarm clock next to the TV in the living room that chimed precisely at eight o'clock every night.
Because he became obsessed with the TV series "The Youth of the Song Dynasty", he usually sets an alarm clock to remind himself to turn on the TV to watch the show on time.
But at this very moment, it became his death warrant!
As the zombies drew closer, 1704 glanced at the several zombies rushing towards him, steeled his resolve, and closed the door just as the zombies were about to reach their hands inside.
Bang bang bang!
Beep beep beep!
Bang bang bang!
Beep beep beep!
The zombies were pounding on the door frantically, while an alarm clock kept ringing behind them.
Two intense sounds, one after another, assaulted his eardrums.
His hands were still trembling. He swallowed hard and it took him a while to react.
His legs were a little weak, and he barely managed to walk to the TV and remove the alarm clock batteries by holding onto the wall.
The alarm clock finally stopped ringing.
Bang bang bang!
Thud...
The sound gradually faded.
The zombies gradually left.
1704 slumped to the ground, exhaled, felt a sense of relief, and subconsciously wiped his forehead with his hand.
It's damp and sticky.
Eleventh floor.
The door to room 1105 opened a crack, and a beautiful, slender hand quietly reached out, hooking the bag with the index finger and carefully pulling the supplies inside.
Halfway through, there seemed to be some resistance at the other end.
The person inside the room frowned, vaguely remembering that there was indeed a small barb on the outside wall.
However, this X is too unreliable. It can accidentally get stuck when you put supplies there.
The door was opened a little wider, and 1105 peeked out with his big eyes to check.
Following the bottom of the white shopping bag, 1105's eyes scanned upwards, and a pair of dark, hollow eyes were looking down at her. 1105's hand trembled, and she quickly covered her mouth with her other hand.
I almost shouted it out.
A bead of sweat the size of a bean dripped down his chin and onto the ground.
The zombie sitting by the door seemed to move.
He was wearing a shirt and trousers, and must have been a successful young man in his lifetime.
No... that watch on his wrist.
I know him from 1105! He's Xiao Zhao, who lives in 1102.
But why doesn't it move even though Xiao Zhao's eyes are looking at it?
1105 withdrew his head, ready to quickly close the door if Xiao Zhao made any unusual move!
But Xiao Zhao still didn't move.
After looking around and finding it relatively safe, 1105 became a little bolder.
Barely managing to suppress his trembling, he softly called out, "Xiao Zhao."
No response.
Something's not right.
With a slight pull of his index finger hooking the shopping bag, 1105 caused Xiao Zhao's body to suddenly fall towards him!
It turned out that the bag had snagged on the button of his shirt.
1105 was terrified and quickly used her other hand to support his chest.
Xiao Zhao's head slumped down, revealing a hole the size of a fist!
Inside, there were countless tiny, white, soft worms thrashing about eagerly.
His stomach acid surged up instantly, pressing against his throat, but he forced it back down.
Carefully untangle the bag from his shirt buttons, then push him back against the wall.
Finally, 1105 successfully brought the supplies into the house.
The moment the door closed, a faint exhalation came from behind it.
An hour later, 1803 sent a picture.
The photo shows a young man who looks to be in his mid-twenties, with strong features, a buzz cut, and a piece of beef stuck in his mouth.
1803: I've tested it for everyone, it's not poisonous!
0803: Hehe, I've already received it.
1704: That was close, I almost got bitten.
1803: What happened?
1704: As soon as I opened the door, the alarm I set for watching the show went off.
1105: With such a commotion, didn't the zombies smash you to pieces?
1704: My door is a reinforced security door with a steel plate inside. They took pictures for a while and then left.
2001: My house also has a reinforced security door. Could it be that we bought them from the same company?
0804: "Envy"
1803: Putting aside whether it's a legitimate or not, thank you so much for the supplies! [Hands clasped in prayer]
Then came another long chain of entries.
After reading it, Lin Xi didn't comment, tossed her phone aside, and continued removing her makeup.
If things continue like this, the two bottles of foundation in Mom's room will hardly be used up, so she needs to think of another way.
Perhaps next time she goes out on a mission, she could find a few sets of protective suits to cover her entire body completely, but I wonder if that would look a bit strange.
1704 put down his phone, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and prepared to do it again.
He checked everything inside and out to make sure there was nothing wrong before opening the door again.
Seeing that people in the group were posting photos one after another, the uncle from household 2001 also started to rub his hands together and was eager to try it out.
However, what he didn't know was that the corridor on the twentieth floor had the most zombies.
Therefore, he is also in the greatest danger.
This includes Liu Ye, whose belly was bitten open and half of his intestines were hanging out.
There was also Wu Jing, whose back was torn to shreds by zombies after he personally pushed her out.
When the uncle in 2001 looked out through the peephole, he gasped in shock.
"How can there be so many!" he exclaimed in a low voice, surprised.
On second thought, there seems to be some food left in the refrigerator.
Or maybe we should just forget about it?
He immediately turned back and opened the refrigerator's crisper compartment.
There was also a small piece of pork inside.
The middle-aged man touched his still-thick hair and finally decided to take the gamble.
He took several deep breaths to reassure himself: It's no big deal, just open the door, bring in the supplies, and then close the door again.
There are no complicated procedures at all.
Solving a linear equation in one variable is more complicated than these steps.
Even a child could do it! What is he afraid of!
In 2001, one hand gripped the doorknob, holding his breath.
Click—
A zombie was walking along the wall when it happened to touch the eaves of his house.
Almost simultaneously, just as the door opened a crack, the zombie's finger got stuck inside!
2001 was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly pulled the door shut to force it closed.
However, the zombie's fingers were still stuck in the door crack, so even if they wanted to close it, they couldn't.
In the end, not only did the door fail to close, it also enraged the zombie outside.
It let out a strange hissing sound from its throat and gripped the door frame tightly with its fingers.
The zombies in the corridor started to gather when they heard the noise. 2001 looked through the crack in the door, but could only watch helplessly!
Am I going to die?
As another hand reached in, he closed his eyes in despair.
Suddenly, the resistance in his hand loosened.
Clang—
The door just closed like that.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked through the peephole to see what was happening outside, and what he saw shocked him deeply.
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