Who is this woman?
Doubt and shock flashed through Zhang Zheshan's mind.
But he didn't have time to ask at the moment. After clearing out a few zombies around him, he quickly led his men down the mountain before attracting the surrounding zombie tide.
Although Zhang Zheshan's group of people moved in a rough manner, they cooperated with each other very well.
Wu Hai rushed forward with a large iron rake, while the others scattered on both sides, running wildly and hacking at the zombies around them.
Soon, Han Qingxia, who was following behind, saw an old-style square Khrushchev building at the foot of the mountain.
The building was very old, with large areas of the sandblasted coating on the outside of the walls peeling off, revealing the red bricks inside.
The rooftop looked like it had been on fire, with thick black-gray smoke trails starting from the west side of the fifth floor and spreading all the way to the second glass window on the east side.
The square building of my old family home looks like a coffin.
Combined with the sheets and clothes that were still hung outside and had been blown into tatters, it looked like a haunted apartment building from a horror movie.
"Xiao He's toolbox is on the third floor. I'll lead the way, and everyone follow me. Once we get into the old building, remember to be safe! Make it quick and decisive!"
Zhangzhe Mountain Road.
"yes!"
Everyone shouted in unison and quickly ran across the mine that was gradually surrounded by zombies.
Han Qingxia and a few others followed at the end. After running for a few minutes, they rushed down from the mine one section after another. The closer they got, the more bizarre and terrifying the gloomy building looked.
The bottom wall was covered with thick dark green moss, with a few spiky clumps of dog urine moss growing against the wall and a large banyan tree next to it.
Occasionally, some bones can be seen on the ground.
Can't tell whether it's human or animal.
It has been almost two years since the apocalypse. Although the zombies do not infect animals, they eat animals.
If you can't eat humans and are extremely hungry, you can fill your stomach by eating some animals.
Therefore, there are almost no stray cats and dogs in the city, and any little mice that dare to show up in the sewers have been eaten by zombies.
As the zombie crisis spread, the number of wild animals in the suburbs gradually decreased.
It is obvious that zombies have been active in this area and have eaten stray animals.
“Crack, crack.”
The leader, Zhang Zheshan, spun the key in the rusty keyhole, and when the zombie horde was catching up with him, he finally opened the door.
"Come in!"
Everyone rushed into the building through the back door.
“Bang!”
Zhang Zheshan quickly locked the back door again, and the old zombie with only one tooth left in front of him slammed into the old-fashioned anti-theft iron door with a thud.
Unfortunately, its only tooth was knocked out by the iron railing.
It was like this, it gnawed the rusty iron railing in front of it, grinding its withered black gums into a bloody mess, tearing the mucous membrane, splashing flesh and tendons, and continuously oozing red and black pus.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Another wave of zombies crashed into the door.
Zhang Zheshan saw this and said, "A Kuan, Xiao Zhuang stay here and watch the door!"
"yes!"
Two relatively younger middle-aged men in the crowd stayed behind, while the others quickly dispersed in the building.
This is the Khrushchev apartment building from the last century. The corridors on each floor are very long and connect the entire building.
There are stairs on both sides, and the toilets are shared, with one on each side.
Normally, residents wash clothes, brush teeth and go to the toilet in the public toilet.
The house layout is peculiar, but fortunately these people are almost all residents of this building. They all know the terrain and follow Zhang Zheshan closely without missing a step.
Han Qingxia followed behind them and saw that the old building, which was covered with thick dust everywhere, looked even more eerie and terrifying.
When I walked into the long and narrow corridor, the only light left was the light falling at the ends of the left and right sides, and the light from the rooms with open doors occasionally.
There were all kinds of scattered items on the floor of the corridor, books, tea cups, children's homework books, pillows, plastic bags... all kinds of messy daily necessities and bloodstains that appeared suddenly. It was obvious that when the zombie virus broke out, everyone was fleeing in a hurry.
Until Han Qingxia passed by the bathroom on the first floor.
A strong stench wafted out from inside. She looked inside and suddenly saw a swollen and rotten dead head soaking in the long sink.
I don't know how long the head has been soaking, the faucet of the sink has been running all the time, but now the water is dripping down, moisturizing the dead head all year round, making it swell and soften.
The skin on his face was swollen like a balloon that had been inflated many times, and his facial features, eyes, nose and mouth were all deformed.
His eyes had long been melted by the blisters, leaving only two dark holes, staring straight at Han Qingxia who was passing by outside.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?" Qin Ke saw this horrifying scene and looked at the blistered head with disgust.
He picked up a pen from the ground and threw it over.
When the tip of the pen touched the swollen zombie's head, it was like a needle puncturing a balloon.
"Bang!"
A strong stench exploded from the head.
The flesh, blood and bones in the dead man's head had long since decayed into a ball of minced meat. White maggots were rolling inside, and the rising gases were all decomposed gases.
With this explosion, white maggots mixed with sticky yellow, white and red minced meat flew out.
Han Qingxia immediately pulled her and a few others to hide.
The foul stench of the spray splashed onto the last person, a very young, unlucky boy in his early twenties.
Immediately, he collapsed as if he had been pulled out of a septic tank.
Han Qingxia: "......"
Qin Ke: “…”
Everyone: "......"
The young man blinked his eyes and reached out his hand to wipe the yellow and white mixture on his face that looked like vomit and excrement.
“Tsk——”
A hundred times more smelly than tonsil stones!
"Look at what you have done. Why did you poke that dead guy's head?" Han Qingxia glared at Qin Ke.
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I won't be stingy again." Qin Ke kept trying to please.
He took the initiative to hand the unlucky boy a clean towel.
The unlucky boy looked at this group of people, took the towel obediently, and didn't complain at all.
"We need to hurry."
That's all he said.
After just a moment, they had already lost touch with the people in front of them.
Zhang Zheshan and his companions had already run towards the stairs.
"Okay, let's go."
Han Qingxia had a pretty good impression of this group of people. Most of them were honest workers. Even their leader Zhang Zheshan was not an ambitious person.
Everyone supports each other to survive. There is no very capable person. They are all ordinary people with gentle and ordinary personalities.
Han Qingxia led everyone upstairs.
As soon as she stepped onto the stairs, she felt something was wrong.