Cheng Qianxun looked at the helicopters that were out of reach.
There were more than one parked in the distance, and there were zombies in the middle.
He smiled bitterly: "Are these things just for us to see?
How can I have them?"
I feel like I'm being teased.
If we hadn't gone to the helicopter just now, but had turned to a car, wouldn't we have been in the car a long time ago?"
It seemed that was indeed the case.
A row of cars were parked neatly in the south.
If they had turned towards the cars midway, the situation might have been different.
Everyone was angry and funny about it.
Thinking about it afterwards, the devil has mastered the mentality of human beings, so he played with them in circles.
"That's not necessarily true."
Rudolf looked at the helicopter to the north and the vehicle to the south respectively: "Look at how new and old they are.
Who knows if the car can start after getting up there."
The car was obviously very broken, not a single glass was intact, and half of it was an off-road jeep without a roof.
"Don't think so much.
The question now is, how are we going to get out?"
Sneijder covered his forehead that might be aching.
"It's night in less than three hours.
If we don't think of a way, we'll have to spend the night hungry."
Regel also felt a little desperate: "Maybe even tomorrow, we may not be able to go out.
Look at so many zombies outside."
There are so many zombies that it seems to be the largest zombie distribution center.
Four hundred meters to the north is a helicopter; two hundred meters to the south is a car.
How can it pass through a group of more than two hundred zombies?
"It smells so bad."
There was a rotten smell wafting from outside.
Locke frowned: "It stinks so much that it almost kills me."
"It does stink."
Regel said angrily, and pointed at Locke with a hint of words: "It would be great if Steve was here.
He has watched the most zombie movies.
He should know what to do."
Steve might have a solution, but it's a pity that he died.
Now they have to figure out a way on their own, otherwise if they are trapped in this place without food, instead of zombies eating them, they will also eat people.
"Are zombies afraid of fire?"
Cheng Qianxun asked softly, "There is still a lot of waste paper upstairs."
"I don't know, I shouldn't be afraid.
They don't know pain or tiredness..."
Gordon held the window with his fingers, looking at the densely packed zombies and murmuring: "They all rely on their eyes, ears, and noses to find prey..." ” "It should be mostly based on the sense of smell."
Rudolph suddenly interrupted Gordon: "These three tubes of the human body should all start to rot at the same time.
Have you noticed that those zombies are so rotten that their eyeballs are almost missing?
They seem to be walking.
Head forward, like a dog."
No need to think about it, there are a lot of zombies out there.
Everyone looked carefully and saw two zombies passing by face to face.
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They both slowed down, then stretched their heads forward, twitched their noses at each other a few times, and then continued to move forward step by step.
"I have an idea."
Rudolph suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing an evil expression: "It's just a little disgusting..."
The door of the small white building opened quietly.
Gordon and Regal suddenly rushed out of the door and ran outside.
Then they picked up the nearest zombie body and ran back.
When they noticed something alive coming out, the zombies immediately howled and rushed towards them, but the two of them entered the house first, and the door was blocked tightly.
Everyone in the room gathered around and stared at the zombie corpse with its head smashed.
The sound of banging on the door has disappeared.
The zombies outside have forgotten why they banged on the door just now and started wandering around again.
Locke covered his nose, stayed as far away as possible, and said softly and cowardly: "Do you have to do this?"
Reger tightened his grip on the ax and asked, "Can you think of a better way?"
There is none at the moment, so let’s implement it.
Gordon looked at Regel and signaled that it was time to start.
Regel raised his ax and pointed it at the zombie, but failed to chop it down for a long time.
He put down the ax and gasped: "I am a bodybuilding coach, not a butcher."
"Do you want me to come?"
Rudolph's smiling expression was a bit sinister.
"I'll do it.
The severed limbs after the terrorist explosion shouldn't be much worse than this."
Gordon took the fire safety ax in Reger's hand, raised it high, and then slashed hard at the zombie's abdomen. . .
The zombie was immediately split into two pieces, and the rotten, gray internal organs immediately gush out from the fracture along with black blood. . .
The sausage-like ones are the large and small intestines, and the black ones are either the spleen or the liver. . .
Locke immediately turned his head and vomited out.
Gordon closed his eyes and continued to chop hard.
Cheng Qianxun didn't dare to look anymore.
He turned around and closed his eyes tightly, listening to the various sounds of chopping up zombies behind him.
The sounds were probably louder than the sounds of chopping up living corpses in The Perverted Killer. fear.
It must be that Gordon, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, is almost dying.
He turned his head and vomited out, then wiped his mouth and gasped and asked: "This should be about the same."
"Well" Rudolph covered his nose and looked at the mess that was chopped into pieces on the ground: "It's almost done.
How about I take care of the next thing?"
"No, that's okay."
After Gordon took a breath, he still couldn't help but feel a queasy feeling in his stomach.
He took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, soaking them in rancid zombie fluid.
So each man took off his clothes, endured the extreme nausea, and soaked the clothes as much as possible with corpse liquid.
Cheng Qianxun hid aside, took off his clothes and threw them out.
After a while, Sneijder agreed and the clothes were thrown back.
"Oh, my God, my God!"
Locke shouted and retched outside.
Cheng Qianxun tried his best to endure the extreme stench and put on his dirty clothes.
As for the men outside, probably all of them had vomited, except for Rudolph who was slightly queasy.
"It's not enough."
Rudolf picked up a piece of corpse whose flesh was as soft as tofu, and wiped it on his pants, hands, and finally his face.
Everyone almost looked at him with expressions of astonishment and admiration.
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Gordon also grabbed a piece and smeared it on the areas where he had not touched the putrid corpse liquid.
Cheng Qianxun wanted to do it, but she really didn't have the courage.
Don't talk about zombie corpses, try smearing the dead fish on your body that hasn't rotted yet.
The other three men stood nearby and stared.
Sure enough, they didn't have the courage.
After all, they were all ordinary people, and they wouldn't have the chance to come into contact with the rotting corpses.
After Gordon finished applying it, he grabbed a piece, walked to Regel, and suddenly applied it on his head and face.
Needless to say, Regel automatically closed his eyes, but after his face and head were painted, he gained courage.
So while resisting nausea, Regel also grabbed a large piece of corpse and turned to face Sneijder and Cheng Qianxun started to smear it.
The feeling of the wet, extremely rancid odor rubbing against your face and head. . .
Cheng Qianxun finally turned his head and vomited out.
The next step is for everyone to do anything and everything, not only to themselves, but also to those around them, as if they are risking their lives.
Each and every one of them was smeared as much as possible until their whole body smelled like they had rolled in a pile of zombies.
Snede pulled up a piece of intestine and hung it around Locke's neck.
Poor Locke had been vomiting constantly from the beginning, and he had already vomited yellow water.
This time he turned his head and continued to vomit.
A good idea, maybe the smell of the body can mask the smell of a living person.
When Rudolph saw it, he grabbed a black object.
Judging from the size, it might be a heart or a piece of lung, and stuffed it into his shirt.
This time, the nausea reached its extreme.
Each person's chest and clothes had some body parts or internal organs stuffed by him or others.
It was really like having close contact with the flesh of a rotting corpse.
Finally, it was all applied, and the smell on their bodies, let alone zombies, was probably going to make their noses useless.
After moving the chairs and tables blocking the door, Gordon gave a final reminder: "Try not to breathe heavier, don't run around in panic, and behave like a zombie."
The door opened and everyone walked out with great anxiety
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