"Don't kill me...please...please."

Hu He seemed to have lost his language function, and he could only say this sentence after tossing and turning. His face was full of tears, and his nose flowed directly into his mouth along his upper lip. In the end, the pressure of death finally allowed him to break free from the shackles of fear. He roared wildly, his hands tied in the back, and his legs suddenly burst out with plentiful power. He turned around and ran to the distant street with a super amazing sprint speed.

As soon as his body jumped out of the ground, he suddenly felt that he had lost weight and was grabbed by a huge force and dragged it backwards.

Su Hao threw the escaped prisoner hard on the ground, grabbed the fire axe prepared in advance, and pointed it at Hu He's strong left leg and chopped it down hard.

The heart-wrenching scream pierced the silence covered by the night. The hungry zombies wandering deep in the street quickly captured the source of the sound and walked slowly towards the intersection.

The broken leg, lying in a pool of blood, was still twitching constantly. It seemed to be another life that was cut off. Hu He hugged the wound and wailed desperately, rolling back and forth on the ground. Su Hao stood beside him and watched quietly, and the deepest part of his eyes released a coldness and a hint of cruel pleasure.

He couldn't imagine that if he hadn't rushed back in time, if the thugs rushed into the building earlier, what a miserable scene would it have become?

Li Xiaomei was drowned by the semen of dozens of thugs?

Or is the baby in the swaddling clothes boiled into the pot and made into thick soup?

This is by no means a imagination, but a cruelty that can be completely turned into reality.

He has seen it.

Have also experienced it.

Luckily, he survived.

Thinking of this, Su Hao couldn't help but tremble all over. He walked to Hu He in silence, pressed the other person's throat with his left hand, pulled out the knife with his right hand, and drew a diagonal cut on his abdomen. Under Hu He's desperate and fearful eyes, he grabbed a piece of intestine from the wound, dragged it out slowly like a hemp rope, passing through the top of the steel bar nailed to the ground, and applying it to the bottom.

"You...you are not human, not human...you, you are a ghost, a monster-----"

Hu He felt his stomach hurt so much that he wanted to climb to the steel bar to retrieve his intestines. But he didn't do this, just turned around, climbed onto the ground with both hands, kept howling, and crawled towards the other end of the street with difficulty.

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The footsteps of the zombies in the dark night became heavy and clear, and ugly and rotten faces appeared in the moonlight. They were in groups, with mosquitoes and flies circling beside them and above their heads, rushing towards Hu He, who was chilling all over and gradually blurred consciousness.

..

In the early morning, it started to rain.

The atmosphere in the small building seems duller than usual, and people are busier.

Tao Yuan was responsible for the warning on the rooftop instead of Lao Song, and Li Xiaomei carried the baby on her back and prepared breakfast as usual. Han Ying's legs and feet were treated and tied with splints, so she could not move. All physiological activities, including eating, could only be carried out with the help of Han Jing.

The rest sat around the dining table in the hall, silently eating the food in their bowls.

Du Tianhao broke open the steamed buns, picked up a piece of fermented bean curd with chopsticks, evenly applied it to the section, closed it, and took a big bite with indescribable comfort and expectation.

He ate instant noodles and biscuits for more than two weeks, and now he is very happy when he was in the gym.

It is indeed a miracle to be able to survive. If Su Hao's first aid was delayed for a few minutes yesterday, he might have been suffocated to death. In comparison, other wounds on his body were much milder.

"Hello, we...we've seen it when we were in the supermarket."

Du Tianhao tried his best to find appropriate words to express his gratitude, but the words he said were rigid and stumbling. He was not good at communicating and could only extend his right hand to the opposite side through the table.

Su Hao put down the porridge bowl that he had just drunk half and stared at the burly and strong man opposite him calmly. After being silent for about twenty seconds, he suddenly laughed, showed his neat and white teeth, and held the hand opposite him hard.

"We all have to thank you. Welcome to join!"

The dull atmosphere on the dining table suddenly became active.

"I really didn't expect something like this to happen."

Liao Qiu was naked and had a thick bandage wrapped around his chest. He covered the broken part of his ribs and said slowly and heavily: "I don't know you are here. Otherwise... we will try our best to stop it."

"No matter what, I should thank you."

Li Xiaomei walked over with a bowl of mixed pickles and said softly: "To be honest, I was very scared at that time. Although I had a gun in my hand, I completely forgot how to use it. I'm sorry... your friend didn't survive."

She refers to the fat man.

He died miserably and was beyond recognition.

The atmosphere became silent again.

"Everything will be fine. We must believe in ourselves and each other. Because... we are friends."

Su Hao particularly emphasized the tone in the last few words. At this time, he could only use these words to encourage the still alive people.

The hand that had been soft and cold all the time reached out from the side, grabbed his wrist and gradually clamped it tightly.

It's Xinyan.

There was a faint smile on her face, a little melancholy in her eyes, and there was also expectations that Su Hao could not see through.

..

At 3:26 pm, Su Hao pushed open the door of Lao Song's room.

He did not die, nor became a zombie.

"Hey! Unlock me, I'm not dead yet. It's very uncomfortable, water... I want to drink water."

He kept chattering, twisting his body and shouting that his neck was numb and his body was sore. When Su Hao unbuttoned the rope as quickly as possible and Xinyan also brought clean water from downstairs, the old man who had just sat up suddenly stiffened his body and lay heavily on the bed.

Lao Song's forehead was very hot, and his body was like a burning fire. When measured by the thermometer, the body temperature was as high as 39 degrees.

Su Hao was barely considered half a doctor. He used cold water and alcohol to cool down Lao Song and injected some antibiotics. He went back and forth and repeatedly, and at around 8 o'clock in the evening, his body temperature finally dropped.

The moonlight outside the window was very deserted, and there were still heart-pounding howls of corpses in the distance.

Old Song was lying on the bed, looking through the glass at the dark world outside. The pair of wrinkles, slightly cloudy but smart eyes were faintly released from their eyes.

"I really didn't expect that I was still alive."

Su Hao smiled, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a sip, and handed it over.

The old man caught the cigarette, didn't smoke, turned his head, looked at him with a strange look, and said, "I've seen a movie called "Twilight". You look very similar to the vampire inside. The only difference is that your skin is yellow, but those guys are very white, like...unused sanitary napkins."

He struggled to find a clearly inappropriate word for comparison.

It sounded funny, but Su Hao had no reaction. He took out another cigarette, lit it, smoked it hard, and squirted the smoke.

Sour and salty tears gradually oozed out from Lao Song's eyes.

"She had no wife more than ten years ago. She wanted to find another one, but her daughter always opposed it. We met when we were dancing square dance. She always said that I was stupid and I always stepped on her feet. We went out to buy vegetables together. She liked the sweet heads and radish I made. That day, I asked someone to play mahjong at home. I poured tea in the kitchen, and she chatted with her friends in the living room. When she heard someone calling for help, she ran out and saw that she pressed the person on the sofa and had chewed half of her head. I was so scared that she locked the kitchen door. She became more and more fierce, pulled her arms off the dead man and chewed around like a pig's trotter... I've never seen her eat once

She had almost eaten up all my friend. Her belly was like a balloon, her belly was full of meat, her belly was very thin, and her clothes were even torn. She was lying on the sofa and panting. I was so scared that no one answered the phone. There was a madman who ate people downstairs. There was no way, I opened the door and went out. She might have been too full to stand up, but her eyes were flashing red. I could only chop off her head with a kitchen knife, and the meat... wuwu... all the meat that had not been digested was sprayed out from her throat, splashing everywhere. I, I never thought that this would happen, wuwu... I, I miss her, miss her...."

Lao Song's narrative was incoherent, and Su Hao was smoking silently one after another. The old man sobbed intermittently and the painful and sad whimpered, spread far in the night sky.

..

When the dawn sun peeked into the earth from behind the night sky, Su Hao was already standing in front of the window and staring at the uneven cold buildings in the distance.

Strengthening people's physiological functions are more developed than ordinary people. Under normal circumstances, sleep time will gradually decrease as the strengthening level increases. Taking Su Hao's current third stage of strengthening physique as an example, it only takes about four to five hours.

He pushed open the door, walked into the restaurant downstairs, plugged in the power supply to the induction cooker, and placed a dual-purpose steamer containing cold porridge and steamed buns. After doing this, he walked to the empty space in the center of the hall and began to move his body.

Since I was very young, Su Hao lived in the base city. There were tall and thick walls, and all kinds of supplies and equipment were also complete. Of course, all this would not be provided in vain, nor could it be allowed to be used for free and free. If you want to get protection and food, you must pay corresponding rewards.

Like the civilized era, in the future, everyone has their own value.

Men must participate in the battle. Women can pay their health if they are beautiful enough. If you need to support more people, it means you have to pay more and greater costs to the base manager. Similarly, once you cannot get the equivalent exchange, you can only be driven out of the city and wander in the wild.

Now, it is the third week after the outbreak of the virus. The influence of morality and law is gradually fading. It won’t take long to see these two glorious words that represent beauty and civilization in future books will be thrown into the garbage dump and covered with thick dust.

At eight o'clock, the survivors gathered in the first floor lobby. Lao Song recovered quickly and was in good spirits.

People sat together, ate their own breakfast, occasionally exchanged glances with each other, and there were a few irrelevant jokes. They tried to avoid topics such as "death" and "pain", and tacitly did not express their opinions on the siege of the thugs that had just passed. This humility and kindness made the room full of warmth and peace, and also made the baby in Li Xiaomei's arms gradually become the core of the discussion and received praise from countless words.

“We must speed up the construction of stations outside the city.”

Su Hao interrupted people's talk and made the atmosphere serious again: "Heavy machinery, vehicles, building materials... all these things take a lot of time to find and collect. According to the original plan, we should at least complete the concrete foundation irrigation work of the new station before winter comes."

"Materials and materials are not a problem. There is no one in the entire city to manage these things, so it is not difficult to collect and gather them."

Tao Yuan stroked his son's forehead and frowned and said, "The problem is that there are very few people in our country, and it is indeed difficult to complete the work in a short period of time. Too many people are drawn, and if similar accidents occur again, I'm afraid...

“So, each of us has to be stronger———”

Su Hao looked around and said in an unquestionable tone: "From today, we will continue to have two more weeks of shooting and fighting training. Remember, you are not alone, we are a whole. Behind everyone, there are wives, children, husbands, sisters, and friends... If you want to protect them, you must become stronger."

Du Tianhao and Liao Qiu join the training, which will undoubtedly increase the consumption of ammunition. Eight hundred, one thousand, or even more. But Su Hao must do this—— Rather than letting them shoot randomly in battle, it is better to train in advance. There is an incomparable difference between proficient and non-stop. The stronger the companions around him, the greater the help he will be.

After saying that, he took out eight hoses with ampoules from his pocket and placed them on the table. Through the wall of the tube made of polyester, you could see a slightly reddish liquid shaking inside.

"One serving per person, drink them."

Xinyan reached out and picked up one, looked at the sunlight that shone out outside the window, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"A medicine."

Old Song intervened in at the right time and said kindly: "It can make you immune to zombies. If you are bitten, you will not be infected and mutated. Look, just like me."

As he said that, the old man untied his collar, turned his head, revealing his shoulder bitten by the zombie. The wound had begun to heal, and a faint pink new skin grew on the edges. There was no wrinkle or dryness, and everything was as healthy as a normal person.

He wouldn't say that this is actually Su Hao's blood. Because it does sound weird. People can accept the concept of blood transfusion, but they can't try to drink other people's blood directly.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Tao Yuan's expression was also full of curiosity.

"I tried mixing several antibiotics and adding a portion of specialty protein. Of course, everyone's physiology is different. It may not work for everyone. The effect may not be as good as expected, but no matter what, it is worth trying."
To be continued...