Zombie University

The nineteenth day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, night and sunny. ()

After the war, the twelve soldiers sat, or lay, or were shocked, or gasped. In the huge back kitchen, a mess after the war, victory did not bring them joy, the dignified air was filled with dignity, and there was a trace of desolation and desperation in the last days.

In an extremely fierce battle, they have no time to think. Until now, the dust has settled, they really realized that the classmates who had climbed trees together and fought side by side not long ago have become the ruptured body before their eyes.

He was so lively and healthy.

Just like themselves.

No one knows when the infection occurred. This silent mutation brings far more fear than the fierce battle with zombies.

The feeling that the end is coming is so strong and real for the first time.

Either it is a crisis, it is not a disaster, it is the end-there is no power to resist, there is nowhere to escape.

"I haven't finished fucking, twelve pairs one ... I'm not tired at all ~~ I have to jump for three days and three nights ~~ My mood is so light that I can fly ~~ Nima sing the lyrics I'm disobedient! Ok, ok, join me ~~ nok, nok, jump from day to night ... "

Fu Xiyuan's singing can no longer be heard, and the twisted and deformed notes float to the night sky, and the noise of the wind and the zombies downstairs converge into a dance with an exotic style.

Song Fei sighed, unable to look at Zhao He: "You tell him, the battle is over, no remote assistance is needed."

Zhao He leaned against the corner, exhausted, and didn't want to move a finger: "Did you not listen to him sing? You are not tired at all, and you can dance for three days and three nights."

Song Fei black line.

Feng Qibai at the bottom of the window raised his head and kindly shouted at him: "It's finished--"

The singing upstairs soon stopped, and soon after, Huang Mo asked: "Is it safe--"

Feng Qibai: "Safe, how are you?"

Huang He: "I'm fine."

Ask two, and answer one, Feng Qibai frowned: "What about Fu Xiyuan--"

Huang He: "Singing lack of oxygen."

The sudden stop of singing and the loud question and answer from upstairs and downstairs caused the zombies to retake the window. The buddies ended the conversation without speaking. After about ten minutes, the window gradually became quiet. Feng Qibai secretly opened the gap between the blinds, and the zombie had left most of them.

"All gone?" Asked Zhao He, who was farthest away.

"Not yet, but it's almost the same." Feng Qibai turned around and sat down on the ground again, clearly expressing emotion in his heart, but when he really said, he only sighed, "This fight, oh.

Suddenly came the pain of the ankle, Qiao Siqi subconsciously rubbed it with his hands, and was caught by Song Fei's sharp eyes.

"Twisted?"

Qiao Siqi said nothing, but nodded. In fact, when I was tripped by Yu Zisheng, I twisted it. It was not very serious. It did n’t matter when I disregarded the fight, but I just calmed down like this. Too.

"Stumbling on him." Zhou Lu said lightly, although he still has the care, he never had the strong indignation he had before.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Joski shrugged.

The deceased is gone, and it does n’t matter whether it ’s good or bad.

As a precaution, after Li Jingyu knocked down the zombies, Wang Qingyuan came over and made a cut on his head. After sitting on the floor, facing the body, you can see the whole body as soon as you look down.

In fact, he did keep his head down, the sharp eyes behind the lens did not let go of the corpse.

However, it still doesn't work.

Helpless sigh, Wang Qingyuan finally gave up, raised his head and summoned Qi Yan, "There is a specialty in the art, you have to go."

Qi Yanxin understood the situation, got up and went to Zhao He to get his gloves back, and walked to the body while wearing them.

Wang Qingyuan's vision flashed away.

The place where Li Jingyu smashed the pot belonged to the ground floor, which was the living area of ​​the detachment. Later, just in case, Qi Yan grabbed the rags on both shoulders of the body and dragged it to the other end of the back kitchen. Open muscles to study zombies' metabolism.

Qi Yan over there completely washed away the clothes of the corpse and washed away the blood with clean water.

The sound of blood flowed to the floor drain with **** sounds.

Here, Wang Qingyuan picked up the mop, soaked it, and wiped the blood on the ground a little bit.

Look at the rest of your friends, I see you, I always feel that I should do something, so I pick up the pot, pick up the pot, sort out the courier points and tidy up. When I sorted it out, I found out that the woven bag filled with warm clothes originally carried by Zi Sheng was still outside the window.

That was when Yu Zisheng ran here for the first time and waited to enter the window. He fell down when he could not arrive, and then ran away. He tripped Qiao Siqi and ran back into the house. The bag was forgotten outside. Later, Song Fei, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan didn't pay attention when they came back, and they completely forgot.

Fortunately, there were only two or three kittens left in the zombie outside. Zhao He went to the window at the other end to attract them. Song Fei jumped out and retrieved it easily. At that time, the bag had fallen to the ground sideways, completely submerged in the dark shadows at the root of the wall, and it was no wonder that none of them returned when they returned.

"You don't want to sit it back." Seeing that Wu Zhou wanted to put the cleaned killing pot back in the stove, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, Li Jingyu and Zhou Luyu all stopped in unison.

Wu Zhou was a bit stunned: "Isn't this a dozen big pot stoves, you don't have to finish it without this."

Qiao Siqi: "nonono!"

Monday law: "You put it back in such a good manner, two days a day, we can remember, three days and five days?"

Lin Dilei: "It is likely that we will relax our vigilance at some point, and then the ghosts use it."

Wu Zhou: "Well, it ’s because the bottom of the pot is dirty and not the pot, it wo n’t be infected."

Qiao Siqi, Zhou Lu, and Lin Dilei: "You should accept it, so ..."

Li Jingyu: "Please put down my weapon."

Jiao He, who had just helped Song Feisheng return from the east to the west, encountered a vigorous bear hug from Classmate Wu. The other person's affection was so sincere that he couldn't breathe.

"What's the matter?" Zhao He lifted up with one heart.

Wu Zhou remembered four dozens and one, and he was grievously grieved: "The buddy is bullied ..."

Zhao He's face was black now: "Who?"

Wu Zhou never missed a name: "Qiao Siqi, Zhou Lu, Lin Dilei, Li ... what's coming, anyway, it's the one that smashes the pot!"

"Oh ..." Zhao He touched the head of his comrades who were not much shorter than himself, and his tone softened. "We don't know them generally."

Wu Zhou pushed away the opponent and raised a black-lined face: "The rules of our department are not that everyone who is bullied does not ask whether it is right or wrong to form a group and beat the other party first!"

Zhao He looked at the sky and the ground, but he did n’t look at Wu Zhou: "Strictly speaking, in fact, neither of us is a department ..."

Wu Zhou understood it, and could not despise the other party even more: "Zhao Quanneng, who was not afraid of the sky before, was dead!"

Zhao He sighed: "Zhao Quanneng is not dead, but Zhao Quanneng can only do it without fear of heaven and earth. People are directly in the sky. Have you not seen their strength?"

Wu Zhou: "..."

Zhao He: "If you don't say anything else, let's just say that the winter sprays toilet water. Can normal people think of it?"

Wu Zhou: "..."

Zhao He: "There are masks and goggles. In addition to the neuropathy, who else did you buy at the school and you only need ten sets?"

Wu Zhou: "..."

Zhao He: "I saw the suitcase just now, and I pulled the suitcase to escape. What kind of psychological quality is this? I smiled and watched life and death.

Wu Zhou: "..."

Zhao He: "Sing back to singing ..."

Wu Zhou: "I will help wipe the ground!"

Wait until the kitchen was almost done, Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan also had results. The cleaned Yu Zisheng's body was clear with distinct wounds. Basically, all the scars can find the corresponding source, such as the cut on the inside of the finger when the gun was captured, the stabbing on the arm, etc. The head was messed up and was not easy to distinguish, but with the memories of the battle, I can roughly remember that before being hit by Li Jingyu, only the corner of the mouth was injured by Qiao Siqi, and the other was that the cheek was stabbed when it was pressed into the sink.

Of all these, only Joskey was hit by it, before the mutation.

"I'm sure, there is absolutely no zombie saliva in my hand." As a classmate most cherished for life, Qiao Siqi, let alone the fatal matter of drooling, just touching the clothes of the zombie will make him shocked and deeply. Remember, "It bit my arm, but I have never touched my hand, nor did I touch the bite."

The little friends sitting in a circle looked at Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan doubtfully, waiting for the explanation from the two researchers.

Wang Qingyuan observes and studies all the way, and occasionally takes the hand, but it is only for assistance, so he does not express his opinions and waits for Qi Yan.

"Then there is only this possibility." The latter pondered for a moment and raised his eyes. "It has a small wound on the back of his right hand. If this is the source of infection, then he should be hitting the zombie with his fist, no Carefully hit the teeth. But because the scratched wound was too small, he did not notice. "

"So he was so flexible after being infected because he was bitten shallowly?" Recalling the previous battle, Song Fei still had a lingering fear.

"Not necessarily," Luo Geng thought for a while, and said, "It's still related to the basic ability of the body. Remember to climb into my dormitory before, not just because I practiced dance before, but still flexible and flexible after the mutation. He is practicing sports. It ’s already much stronger than us, and it ’s not surprising that it ’s stronger than us after mutation. "

"But he will hide, he will avoid the beginning when we attack, he will pick small mines and Li Jingyu to start, this is also related to physical fitness?"

"That ..." Li Jingyu interrupted Song Fei for a moment, "I am the weakest in our class. It is precisely the fact that we have to line up behind small mines, so you do n’t have to emphasize it all the time."

Qiao Siqi embarrassed: "It seems that you helped to emphasize it again."

Monday sigh: "And the emphasis is particularly careful and comprehensive."

Wang Qingyuan was sitting right next to Li Jingyu, patting him on the shoulder with consolation, just turning his head to join the discussion between Luo Geng and Song Fei, but Qi Yan was a step faster than him——

"Before on the way to the courier point, the zombies in the bushes could not hear the sound, and even ambushed us. To a certain extent, it was very similar to Yu Zisheng's mutation."

Wang Qingyuan froze, forgot what he originally wanted to say, and said incredulously: "Do you mean that the zombie has evolved?"

"We are constantly enhancing our abilities in battle to adapt to this new environment, and vice versa, the same is true for viruses. They are also adapting to this new environment to improve their viability." Speaking of which, Qi Yandun There was a pause, "But one thing, I insist."

Wang Qingyuan: "What?"

Qi Yan: "No matter how the virus evolves, zombies will not really have human wisdom. What they call indifferent to music, ambush, and head protection, are more like beasts in nature. Hunting. "

Wang Qingyuan will definitely look at him: "Sometimes, people may not be able to get over animals, not to mention animals also have fangs and claws."

Qi Yan's mouth twitched: "As long as people want to be cunning, no species in the world can break us."

My friends have subtle ripples in their hearts, which are obviously not like good words, but they are inexplicably excited!

Student Song broke his heart in shock, and after breaking up, he thought that his ex-boyfriend was handsome, no, it was his mother's terminal illness!

Every time there is a new situation, one class of friends will sit down and open a seminar like this, which has become accustomed to. But for the first time, the class 2 students participated for the first time. The atmosphere of the meeting that was serious and united will make them impressed and benefited greatly. He Zhiwen even asked that class 1 borrowed pens and half sheets of paper-the friends only from the supermarket I brought out a small notebook and tore one less one, so it is more economical whether it is for personal use or borrowing-remember some key points, ready to go back to Huang Mo and Wu Zhou popular science.

It was already late at night, and as the temperature gradually lowered, there were no more zombies outside the window.

Two students in Class 2 took the courier points and shared the loot and returned safely along the rope handed down from the class.

One class of eight little friends shook off a piece of warm clothing, made the bed, washed the wash, only Qi Yan fell on the other end, staring at Yu Zisheng's body.

I do n’t know when it will start, the life related to the zombies has become Qi Yan ’s exclusive field, cleaning and checking the abandoned corpses.

Sigh, Qi Yan went to the top of the corpse's head, bent down and stretched his hand to the armpit of the corpse, and raised it. The corpse, which was supposed to be only the upper half of the body, was suddenly off the ground. Qi Yan keenly felt the weight change in his hand. When he looked up, he found that Song Fei, who was on the opposite side, did not know when he was coming.

"Look at me," Song Fei was amused by Qi Yan's silly expression and urged, "Go."

Qi Yan recovered, and quickly walked towards the window.

Song Fei moved a little bit with his footsteps.

The vigorous battle may not be able to retreat, but the moment of rest and breathing is accompanied by death. Yu Zisheng's mutation brought not only the hard work of nine deaths, but also the dare not to slacken for a moment. Every minute and every second, the nerves should be suffocated.

Qi Yan does not know how long they can persist, but he hopes that this time will be longer and longer: "We must all be well."

Song Fei shook his head, showing his white teeth: "It's not necessary, it's a meeting."

Qi Yan froze, then smiled. His smile was very shallow, but it was gentle in his eyes.

Song Fei don't open your face, just hate that you are not a referee-this smile is absolutely a foul, you should smile with a yellow card warning, and then laugh with a red card!

The two of them threw the body together outside the window. When the window was closed, I heard Josie discussing there with Monroe--

Qiao Siqi: "Why do you make me seduce zombies every time? Is the more you wear the more responsibility?"

Monday law: "No."

Qiao Siqi: "The lower the weight, the greater the responsibility?"

Monday law: "No."

Qiao Siqi: "The faster you run, the greater the responsibility?"

Monday Law: "Not even more. Can you look at the problem? Do n’t just look at the surface, we have never been so superficial!"

Qiao Siqi: "What the **** is that?"

Monday Law: "The more wealth, the greater the responsibility."

Qiao Siqi: "..."

Friendly discussions have developed into a group, with indecent movements of thrashing and tearing in between.

Song Fei glanced away, silent for a long time, and whispered: "I think he stumbled on Joskey."

Qi Yan thought about it, ambiguous: "Maybe."

"Also," Song Fei smiled bitterly, a little embarrassed, "Everyone is gone, it doesn't make sense to pursue these."

Qi Yan held Song Fei who wanted to go back.

Song Fei raised his eyebrows in doubt.

Qi Yan said quietly: "Whether or not he stumbled on Joskey, if Joskey did not run back when he fell, but instead chose to save people like you, maybe he might not meet the zombie when he climbed the window again, It may not be possible to go back and punch that punch, maybe it will ... infect. "

Song Fei slowly shook his head: "Once again, he will not save Qiao Siqi. In the face of danger, give priority to himself, from the dormitory to the supermarket, from the supermarket to the cafeteria, he is so over.

"So I said if." Qi Yan looked into Song Fei's eyes and sighed softly, "But there is no if at all in this world."

In the same desperate situation, in order to survive, some people choose to be cruel, others choose conscience. There is no way to judge which is more effective, because it can create vitality and also contains danger.

Can only say that we are always responsible for our choices.