Marvel’s Death Merchant

At the same moment, Frances didn't see that she was bitten by a zombie. Her skin was gray and she had a strong murderous aura. The muscles on his body began to change rapidly.

She jumped with all her strength and rushed towards Francis. At this time Francis' friend James killed the zombie.

"James, we just saw you shoot him to death." Francis touched his head in confusion.

"He's a zombie, idiot." James turned and walked away, "I hate saying the same thing, this infection is not as simple as ordinary influenza." Several of Francis' drinking buddies gathered around him.

"This is a big scam. It's not a flu. It's an attempt by the federation to hide our affairs... First of all, they want to destroy us... They have artificial satellites... and mobile phones... They all want to control Our drama..." James said again.

James quietly led Francis to look outside the door. People were walking on the street in a daze! And that evil look.

"Look clearly, this is a living zombie apocalypse! Look! Forget your rational bottom line in the past! This is a plague, tell me who is crazy now!"

"Haha, you are still crazy, James. But you are right - ↗, one thing... If there are all zombies outside, the important thing is that we have not turned into zombies." Francis did not look nervous at all.

"At least zombies won't put us in jail, because they can't think with their brains and can't do anything, just like a bunch of idiots!!! And this means... we can live freely and do what we want. Something!" Francis walked upstairs.

"If those idiots outside want to kill us, we can't just sit back and wait, we have to fight back. Bring this jukebox and follow me!" Francis ordered.

Francis stepped onto the rooftop. Carrying a large bag of weapons, he said: "Everyone listen up!! Grab your weapons and beer, this night is just a warm-up match, we have a lot of fun, where is my jukebox?! "

"Here...here, man, you can at least tell us why we have to carry this thing up two floors of stairs. It's so heavy." The two of them carried the jukebox up.

"This is because..." Francis also had a playful murderous look in his eyes.

"...You can't go to a party without music!" Francis took a sip of wine. At this time, the zombies below noticed them.

"Oh my God, there are at least a thousand monsters gathered here!" A person next to him exclaimed.

"Oh, then kill them one by one!" Francis picked up the gun.

........

"999!" Four people stood on the rooftop and started killing like crazy.

"998!"

"997!" Francis showed a death smile.

"Don't tell me you have to take sick leave, Pete." A man stood on the top floor of the computer company and called.

"No. Louis, I'm not sick, but I don't plan to go out." A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"For God's sake..." Louis pleaded on the other end of the phone.

"Listen, Louis," the man interrupted, "I don't mean to offend you. Under normal circumstances, this gets us through a lot of trouble."

"Peter." Louis was speechless.

"But this time the situation is different. I guarantee to God that this glass of water is 100% correct. Something incredible is happening outside."

"Come back to work, Pete." Louis still requested.

"No, Louis, the stakes are high now! The infected people are dead! I'm not risking my own life trying to maintain a database from Franklin Brothers, not his bullshit database!"

"Peter, you won't be infected when you come back. Only a few people in the company are working now... Maybe you are more susceptible to infection if you stay at home?" Louis kept asking.

"No matter what! Open the window and take a look. It looks like the end of the damn world outside!"

"Okay. Let's think about it from another angle, so what if it doesn't?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean if this flu is just a false alarm, if this infection dies down in a week and everyone is fussing about it aimlessly, what's the point of it, now it's just you and me standing our ground."

Louis continued: "Do you know what we need to face now?"

"Infection..." "It's work! Come back, believe me. Everything will be fine. "Beep...beep...beep..." The phone hung up. "Really..." Lewis frowned. Lewis looked at the phone and walked into the toilet.

Louis saw a ceda notice on the door saying washing your hands frequently can save your life, and he felt helpless.

"Gah...ha..." Louis was thinking hard, and then his eyes looked at the phone.

"Oh. Damn it." Louis said helplessly. "Why is this server broken again? It was obviously just repaired. Damn..."

"Dong...dong...dong" there was a knock on the door. "There's someone here...brother." Lewis said helplessly.

"Hey! I told you there was someone here and I knocked... you can't look for a second place."

"Boom...boom...boom...boom..." There was still knocking outside.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Can't you calm down and let me finish thinking?" Louis was going crazy. "Can't you calm down and wait for me to finish? Soon, just give me a minute! Wait a minute ....”

A pair of feet wearing leather shoes appeared in the gap under the door. The knocking stopped outside the door.

"...Are you... okay?" Lewis asked doubtfully. "Whoosh-" A strange sound came from outside the door.

As soon as Lewis opened the door, he saw a ferocious face. Zombies, "Yeah!" The zombies began to attack Louis, pressing Louis against the door of the toilet cubicle with his hands!

"Oh...no!"

"ah!!!"

"Please don't..." Louis resisted the zombie attack.

At this moment, the zombie's mouth stretched towards Louis' neck, and opened its bloody mouth with a "swish". Louis quickly used his elbow to block it, and the zombie bit it.

"Get your damn hands off!!!" Louis kicked the zombie in the face with his left foot, but the zombie still held on to his red tie. The zombie's teeth were knocked out. The zombie grabbed Louis' neck and bit Louis' hand hard. The fight between one person and one corpse caused the sewage pipe to be damaged and sewage flowed out. Louis pulled up the iron box containing toilet paper and smashed the zombie's head as hard as he could.

"Yeah--" He hit the zombie's neck again. His eyes were full of horror.

Brains were spilled all over the floor, and sewage flowed all over the floor.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Louis gasped.

Lewis walked out of the toilet slowly, and the office was already in chaos. There were signs of a fight.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were shattered, the wind blew the papers around, and the same happened to Louis' tie. He had to believe what Peter said...

Lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was a clerk whose wrist had been bitten through. He must have been broken in the fight.

Louis walked to the broken floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the broken city. He finally understood that his job would never come back, Pete would never come back to work, and the world was over.

I looked at the wound on my hand and saw that blood was still flowing. Louis closed his eyes, feeling extremely painful. (To be continued...)