It's a zombie She was horrified to see that this ugly and terrifying zombie with half rotten face also discovered her.
Just like a hungry beast seeing its prey, it stretched out its black claws and grabbed her shoulders violently, leaving her with no way to escape.
He opened his lipless mouth, and the broken teeth with blackened gums and strands of sticky liquid hung on them, biting hard at her neck like a wild beast. . .
"Ah" she couldn't help but screamed, but her body couldn't break free.
His mouth was gagged and his body was pressed into a warm embrace.
Regel's voice came: "Don't scream, it's a dream.
You're dreaming."
My heart calmed down, it turned out to be a dream.
Those horrific scenes immediately disappeared, replaced by her in Regel's arms, her mouth covered by his hand.
She stopped struggling, breathing rapidly with nervousness.
Regel felt that she had woken up.
He released his hand covering her mouth and turned her body over.
He put his arm under her neck, and gently pushed back her sweat-soaked hair with one hand: "It's okay, it's okay."
She took a long breath and thanked her softly: "Thank you, I didn't cause any trouble."
Gordon walked back from the window and whispered: "No."
"You're lucky," Locke muttered, then turned over and continued to sleep.
Cheng Qianxun felt scared and helpless, but did not reject Regel's embrace.
He leaned on his chest and asked softly: "Can we go out?
I'm very scared."
"Actually, we are all afraid."
Reger hugged her and comforted her: "Who is not afraid of death?"
"I still thought it was a dream."
Steve sighed longly: "Had I known it, I wouldn't have participated in any activities.
Maybe now I would still be surrounded by beautiful women and champagne instead of smelly zombies."
This is exactly what everyone thinks.
Everything now seems like a dream, a nightmare that seems to never end.
"I wonder if anyone will go out?"
Sneijder couldn't help but ask.
"Someone went out."
In order to increase everyone's confidence, Cheng Qianxun replied: "Although they like to tease people here, their words should be true.
The black-winged angel who led us here said that someone has succeeded."
"That's good" Sneijder chuckled: "At least there is hope, it depends on who wins the big prize."
"It's better to go to bed early, we have to travel tomorrow."
Gordon arrived at the dining table and fell asleep.
We walked about 68 kilometers today.
Because we took a detour, we will arrive at the next house tomorrow.
We will have to wait until the day after tomorrow to reach the helicopter park, which is 150 kilometers away from the starting point.
Zombies appear from time to time along the way, so you really need a lot of physical strength.
Cheng Qianxun didn't want to turn around and sleep with his back to Reger.
Having someone by your side can indeed bring a strong sense of security.
She needed this kind of comfort, so like a kitten, she leaned in the arms of the proud Reger and fell asleep again.
"Wake up soon" someone patted her shoulder.
Cheng Qianxun opened his eyes, and it was Sneijder who was squatting next to her and looking at her with a smile: "She is sleeping so soundly.
Isn't Regel's embrace very comfortable?"
Her face turned slightly red, which made Sneijder even more cheerful: "Get up quickly, if you wait any longer, the cans will be eaten up by our group of evil wolves."
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The other men were sitting on the carpet, eating from five or six open cans.
She stretched out and felt very comfortable.
After getting up, she walked over to sit down and started eating.
Gordon took out the map, spread it out, and started reading it while eating.
Rudolf pinched a thick piece of luncheon meat and ate it: "We'd better walk along the river.
It's best to see the boat.
The boat is not marked on the map.
Pass through the nearby forest and you will reach the river about two kilometers away.
There should be no rapids or waterfalls in the next fifteen kilometers.”
Gordon looked at it, and sure enough it was.
He couldn't help but shake his head: "How did you do it?
You know I also became an agent."
"It's better not to take it."
Rudolf said leisurely: "You died for the country, and agents are people with no nationality, no identity, no files, and they do not exist whether they are dead or alive."
"I heard that the income of an agent is quite good.
A year or even a month's income is equivalent to my lifetime of calculating taxes for others."
Locke was still a little envious.
Rudolph rolled his eyes: "It depends on whether you spend your life or not.
Ordinary people are more willing to spend money to reduce their taxes."
Rudolph was not a very good chat partner, so Locke curled his lips and stopped talking.
After eating, everyone raised the curtains and took a sneak peek at the situation outside.
After seeing that there were no zombies, Gordon and Regel began to use tools to remove the wooden boards nailed to the door.
Several men were packing things to take away.
Sneijder cursed: "The bag is not even enough."
Cheng Qianxun looked at it, picked up the decorative cloth spread on the ground, tore it open with all his strength, and explained: "Put the things on it, tie the two diagonal corners firmly, and tie the two sides around the body, and it will be a cloth.
Wrapped.”
"Not bad."
Sneijder laughed: "In case of injury, you can tear it off and use it as a bandage."
So everyone put the things they needed on the torn cloth, tied it into a cloth package, and tied it around their bodies.
Cheng Qianxun saw that a piece of cloth was almost there, and when he was about to pick it up, Sneijder stepped forward and said with a smile: "It's just such a small thing, no need for a lady to do anything."
Several men tied three packages around their waists or tied them diagonally behind their backs.
"How many more cans are there?"
Gordon asked while fixing the door panel.
"About ten, just enough for one meal," Rudolf replied.
Locke tied the cloth bag around his waist: "I also brought an oil lamp, sugar, some medical cotton and alcohol."
Sneijder came from the kitchen, carrying a basin of things: "It's best to bring this too."
"What?"
Locke frowned and blamed: "Why didn't you take it out earlier?
We can fry it and eat it."
"Come on."
Sneijder thawed various kinds of meat in the basin and began to put them into the cloth: "Are you going to put some butter on it and then inform the zombies outside the house who are preparing to start the meal that someone is cooking a steak here?
meal" In the wild, the wind will blow away all the smells.
A zombie without a brain will just follow the smell in the wind unless it is nearby.
Locke looked at the pieces of meat and swallowed: "They are all the worst sirloin steaks.
It seems that I only eat them in the afternoon.
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I hope the temperature outside is still the same as yesterday, so that the meat will not spoil in the afternoon."
"Don't be like this," Steve said contemptuously: "Your expression reminds me of zombies who like fresh meat."
"Are you ready?"
After removing the last piece of wood, Gordon opened the door a crack, looked outside, and then asked the person behind him softly.
Reger distributed the tools to several men, put the remaining ones into a tool bag and carried them on his shoulders: "Okay."
"We are facing the west, three o'clock direction.
Everyone, try to stay as close as possible and don't leave the team."
Gordon reminded softly, then opened the door: "Let's go" So everyone, led by Gordon, carefully looked around and walked out of the house.
As soon as they walked out of the house, everyone was extremely cautious, turning almost 360 degrees to look around.
Immediately, I saw a few zombies.
They were not leaving, but were leaning or lying in the corner of the house, hiding from the sun, as if they were resting
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