Once the blizzard started, it fell out of control.
For four consecutive days, New York City was completely covered in white snow.
The heavy snow in the sky dyed everything white.
Thin ice began to form on the Hudson River, and the outside of the yacht began to be covered with icicles, but the heavy snow never stopped.
The entire city has now fallen into complete silence.
No gunfire or screams can be heard anymore.
Human resistance has completely disappeared.
Zombies are still swaying in every street and alley.
They are tattered and hideous.
They have physiological mechanisms that are completely incomprehensible to humans.
These zombies are not particularly afraid of the cold.
People hiding in the yacht began to notice changes in the zombies: they became more dry, the zombies' sense of smell and hearing were constantly improving, and their agility in action was constantly improving.
These zombies are evolving.
The zombies on the river bank have been trying to board the yacht, and they keep jumping into the river.
They may pass through the ice or dive into the water, but the cold Hudson River has turned into a chasm, and the zombies' efforts are always in vain.
Verrel's eyes quietly moved behind the scope.
In the scope, three zombies were walking staggeringly on the ice.
The ice was very slippery, and one zombie lost control and fell.
The ice suddenly made a "click" sound, and the ice cracked.
The three zombies struggled and sank.
Verrel smiled and put down the sniper rifle.
She only used it for observation.
Verrel did not intend to waste these precious bullets on these endless zombies.
After disassembling and reinstalling the sniper rifle, Wei Ruier walked towards the cockpit.
In the cockpit, Chen Hang was holding a cup of coffee.
"Chen Hang, how long do we plan to wait here?"
As soon as she entered the cabin door, Verrel asked, then poured herself a cup of coffee, and then put her hands on the cup.
Everyone on the ship, including Verrel, began to cherish these rare supplies.
Everyone They all begin to believe that the modern life in front of them will become further and further away from them.
"Let's wait another day and let Huck recover more fully."
Chen Hang's clothes were still thin.
He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.
The outline of his muscles was exposed under the thin coat.
In the corner of the cockpit, Huck sat there quietly.
His wounds were well bandaged, the smell of blood had disappeared from the air, and he was recovering well.
But for four days, Huck had remained silent, his eyes staring blankly out the window, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Let's go, I'm healed and can walk."
Huck said suddenly, and then he stood up, leaning on the wall.
As soon as the injured leg landed, Huck frowned slightly.
He didn't say a word, but slowly stuffed the photo he was holding into his chest pocket.
Chen Hang noticed his movements and opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.
Chen Hang looked at Wei Ruier, who nodded, so Chen Hang gave the order: "Deep ashore, we are preparing to land."
After receiving Chen Hang's order, Zhen and Catherine, who had been on tenterhooks these days, were extremely happy.
These days, there has been a constant "rustling" sound coming from the bottom of the ship.
Everyone knows that it is underwater zombies scratching the bottom of the ship.
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These undead things always want to board the ship.
But the sudden cold temperature coated the yacht with a layer of ice crystals.
This layer of ice crystals virtually added protection to the yacht, so the zombies were unable to break through the bottom of the boat, and they were even less able to climb onto the boat.
But zombies have no intelligence, they only know how to keep working hard, so the "rustling" sound never stops, which brings great pressure to Jane, Catherine and others, and the sound even affects the sleep of most people.
The yacht started slowly, and a "crackling" sound came from under its hull.
That was the sound of the hull crushing the ice, and the yacht slowly moved towards the shore.
On the top of the yacht, Verrel once again set up a sniper rifle, aiming her barrel at the gas station two streets away.
The gas station was a full three kilometers away from the river bank.
Chen Hang asked: "Did you hit the target?
The distance seems to be a little too far."
Verrel smiled slightly: "No problem, it's a pity about the gasoline."
After that, she pulled the trigger.
A full seven seconds later, the air suddenly shook, and a ball of flames rose three kilometers away.
The entire gas station rose into the sky, and then a "boom" rumble came from Verrel's accurate shot.
The target was hit.
The sudden huge movement attracted the attention of all the nearby zombies.
Tide-like zombies poured out from every building.
They ran over there one after another.
For a while, the air was filled with a putrid smell.
Everyone on the yacht stared dumbfounded at the tide of zombies outside.
The number of these zombies was definitely more than 100,000.
They filled the streets and blocked the roads.
These zombies were like a flood.
From a distance, they could only be seen in dense masses. head.
The tide of zombies lasted for more than ten minutes, until the "squeaking" sound completely disappeared, and the zombies on the river bank were all gone, but the faces of everyone on the boat turned pale.
"Abandon ship, let's get out of here right now."
Chen Hang whispered something, and everyone came out of the hiding corner carrying their things.
When the yacht docked, everyone immediately jumped on the shore, and then everyone ran towards the streets in the distance.
The river bank was a kilometer away from the street.
Except for Chen Hang and Wei Ruier, everyone was out of breath.
When the team just rushed into the street, Jane and Catherine softened first.
Chen Hang looked at the surrounding environment and motioned for everyone to stop and rest, so Banks, Lu Lili and others also sat down as if they were exhausted.
The sudden force burst Huck's wound open again, and blood seeped out of the gauze bandaging the injured leg again.
Chen Hang immediately helped him with emergency treatment, re-wrapped the injury, and carefully stuffed the folded gauze into his pocket.
"How far is it from the airport?"
After finishing everything, Chen Hang asked Wei Ruier.
Verrel started the handheld computer, and the team's current address was displayed on the map.
"It's still nine kilometers away.
If we walk faster, we can get there before dark."
Chen Hang nodded, and everyone began to rest quietly.
The white snow falling down gradually turned everyone white.
After ten minutes of recovery, the team started on the road again.
They encountered no zombies along the way, but saw a completely different New York City.
The streets were covered with glass, with ruins exposed among the snow.
The shops on both sides were completely open, and torn paper and rotten plastic were swept up in the air by the north wind.
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