Zombie University

At first, only Joskey maintained a sleeping posture and snorted there.On Monday, Lu was awakened by him, and he was impatient to spit you ghost press.As a result, it was his turn to wash. When he stood up, he was dizzy. Shake and fall back to the floor.

On the poor shop, Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng and Qiao Siqi, who had been humming for a long time, slammed on their stomachs on Monday, and one of them almost vomited blood.

Song Fei, Qi Yan, and the small mines held by them both escaped, but their ears were also awakened by the wailing of their comrades.

Qiao Siqi angrily went to pull the head of Monday's law, trying to get rid of people, helpless physical weakness, did not push for a long time, but his men felt the unusual heat of the other person's forehead, his eyes widened in surprise: "You also have a fever Alright? "

This sentence is only five words, but it has rich connotation and multiple emotions. On Monday, Lu Li first put a "fever" on himself, a product, it really turned his head dizzy, and the whole body was cold and raging; then he pondered the word "Ye", and he realized afterwards.

Open Joskey's claws, and on Monday, he touched his forehead. The other hand touched on Joskey's head. The contrast between the two was quite the same.

"You infect me?"

"... You are suffering from delusion." Qiao Siqi was tormented by the disease, and his psychology was hit by his comrades again. However, he could not help but roar, and he vomited softly.

Mongolia became more dizzy and could not understand his thoughts at all.

Qiao Siqi fell to the enduring hum and stabilized his mind at a low but not completely lost level: "I guess it was blowing in your building, and I felt uncomfortable ..."

"Monday Law." Suddenly Li Jingyu's weak call came from his ear.

"Wait a minute," Monday's current brain can't do both, "I'll finish talking to him first."

"Can you get up from our stomach before continuing with him." Even if he was pressed to vomit blood, the voice of classmate Wang Qingyuan still maintained a cold abstinence system.

Luo Geng admits that pretending to be a gene imprinted in the bones of flesh and blood, can't do it by himself: "You **** dead!"

The commotion of Wusheng Class 1 kicked off the wake-up of the back kitchen. Soon the chemical Shigero and Wusheng Class 2 got up one after the other-after the radio unit set off, the left-behind staff of Class 2 moved down, which was predetermined. First, it is convenient to collectively guard the base camp. Second, it is more convenient to live downstairs. If nothing else, just going to the toilet will save you the trouble of climbing up and down.

In fact, there is a third point. Everyone says nothing, but no one pierces.

Although the first two classes would meet in the cafeteria because of their destiny, after all, they did not have a heart. After all, even the two classes have not established a profound revolutionary friendship within themselves, so the relationship between them is at most the kind students. Far less candid and intimate.

Caring for good intentions and longing for light are the basic commonality of their good neighborliness, but commonality is not friendship. Class 2 wants to eat meal 1 and will take the initiative to exchange their own food instead of reaching out directly; Class 1 needs 2 classes to sing and will write and request instead of direct deployment; including the radio combat plan behind, all Class 2 was brought down to discuss with Class 1 politely, and it wasn't straightforward yet, but it took a long time to make the transition to the right thing.

The so-called friendship needs to make bones by heart and mind, and make meat over time.

When I went to the courier point, the relationship was very skinny. Now the department building is back and it is full and pleasant.

The most direct performance is that across a whole desk, it is almost as far away as the two classes of floors on the horizon.

"It turned out to be you and me."

Finally, Zhou Li, who had climbed down from his comrades, looked at each other with humming Qiao Siqi.

"Feng Qibai, you call it Porcelain!"

Fortunately, there are many good people in the world. Wu Zhou, a straight-hearted student, provided clues: "Will Zhao He take the water pipe?"

Feng Qibai suspiciously wrapped the clothes covering him tightly: "So why are you all right?"

This is a very difficult question. Classmate Wu racked his brains and was puzzled. Finally, he could only sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so strong."

"..." Feng Qibai closed his eyes, perhaps quietly calming down, and could live a little longer.

Zhao He wanted to tell when he was betrayed by his friends. However, he opened his mouth several times in a row, but he couldn't make a sound. He was frightened, his eyes widened, and his face was ashamed.

Shisanichiro Chemical looked at Wusheng Ban tossing quietly. First he placed three feverish people side by side, covered them with clothes, then dipped them in cold water with a clean rag and wringed them to dry. Boiling water and hot water, it is time to cook porridge.

After a busy afternoon, the three people not only did not get better, but tended to become more serious. Obviously his body burned badly, but people shouted coldly again, and the appearance of shrunk into a group looked desperate.

The dozen or so people had no mood to make jokes for a long time, and all looked concerned, anxious like ants on the hot pot.

Huang Mo said that this was after returning to the cafeteria and suddenly relaxing, the previous fatigue and cold were recovered. Wang Shan thinks that it may not be just a matter of looking for the radio these two days. In his view, these people who have been fighting have fallen three now, which is a miracle. You know, they just ran from the truth-seeking building to the cafeteria, and almost lost their lives. Until now, the feeling of panic hasn't been completely relieved, let alone several classmates, and even left the laboratory.

These three people will die, and they will have a fever and burn to death.

Not only Wang Shan, all students in Yinghua class think so. It's not that they are pessimistic, but that in the current situation, getting sick is a force majeure.

In fact, how about not getting sick, may be killed by zombies rushing in anytime, anywhere.

In front of this unprecedented disaster, people like ants can survive until the final rescue arrives. It ’s not so strong, it ’s just a fluke.

"It won't work like this," Wang Shan heard someone say over there, "You have to find medicine."

Then the other two people responded the fastest, unanimously: "School Hospital!"

——It is a dangerous job to choke the throat of fate. Choke once, such as Shisanjiu in Chemistry, and be afraid of several years later, choke many times, such as Wusheng class, and it will be very smooth.

The school hospital is located on the northwest side of the campus. Strictly speaking, it can no longer be regarded as the main campus, because Song Fei ’s university campus is planned to face north, south, and all directions, and the roads are as far south and north as possible. Tic-tac-toe are arranged, and the area where the school hospital is located is an extra circle on the northwest side, which is used to house retired teachers and in-service teachers' family buildings. If it is a bird's eye view, it looks like a large rectangle and a small circle. The distance is very close, but it does not intersect or tangent. They are connected by a short and thin straight line.

This line is the only way to the family area and school hospital.

Instead of saying that this hospital is a school hospital, it is actually more like a community hospital for family buildings. But most of the retired teachers and staff are reluctant to move from the old campus in the city center, so that the majority of the young and strong in-service teachers live here, so there are few students who see doctors on weekdays, and the teachers who seek treatment are sparse. The entire school hospital has been in a state of solemn desertion for a long time.

There is no time for the little friends to have too much discussion, and the people who quickly go to the medicine will finalize-Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng.

The number of people is set at four, because this time we must decide quickly. If there are too many people, there is a high probability of twitching, which will drag down the speed. If there are too few people, the risk factor will be high, which will drag down the success rate.

The staff selected four of them because Song Fei was familiar with the terrain of the park. Among the remaining healthy comrades, Qi Yan had the highest comprehensive quality of experience, skill, and mind. Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also had a certain combat effectiveness, and because they had been repairing Health and vitality.

Class 1 left Lin Dilei and Li Jingyu to take care of Zhou Lu and Qiao Siqi.

Class 2 all stayed this time, Huang Moding's sea **** needle, Zhao He's pharyngitis died, Feng Qibai couldn't afford to be sick, why did he ask about his hands without a chicken, Fu Xiyuan had little experience in fighting zombies, but there was no problem in fighting and fighting, so in case The surviving classmates who have mischief come in and can join hands with Wu Zhou.

The whole outfit is finished, the sunset is near dusk.

Luo Geng asked Zhao Hesuo to return to the military thorn, the latter reluctantly, but had no choice but to turn in.

There was only one bottle of toilet water left, and the four people discussed for half a day and decided not to spray. As a result, Lin Dilei was sprayed with Chanel without receiving any notice. It is said that the fragrance stays longer than the sixgod, and it becomes more sultry as it sweats and mixes with body fragrance.

The four male students look at me, I look at you, you can feel the love in each other's eyes through the goggles.

Charged cell phone, flashlight, rope, simple rations, gas mask, mop gun, fruit knife, scissors, utility knife, military thorn, metal chopsticks, el perfume ... Chemistry Shigero looked at Wu Sheng class and put equipment on him , Put props in the backpack, don't put the weapon in the belt of the trousers, open your eyes, breathtaking.

This is not a miscellaneous army, this **** is a well-equipped independent regiment! ! !

Has not recovered from the shock, Wang Shan only feels that he is shrouded in a shadow, looking up, it is Song Fei.

The visitor stood, he sat, and he lost a lot from the momentum alone, especially Song Fei's face was still fierce: "Are there any bombs?"

"Can't give you!" Wang Shan's refusal to blurt out was almost subconscious, and he felt a little stiff after speaking, and mumbled, "This is the only thing we can defend ourselves."

No one is blaming, just blame for not having a friendly and upright face.

"No one wants to rob you," Song Fei sighed sadly, "there is the best left, this thing will be used in the cafeteria."

"Then we will not go to heaven with the cafeteria?"

"Who made you really detonate!"

The so-called temporary partners are complete, complete, absent, present, silent, and deed.

"If there are new survivors coming, it doesn't matter if you get along peacefully, but if you want to pick things up, you don't have to be polite and directly shine weapons of mass destruction."

"When exactly does it light up?"

"Listen to Huang Mo."

"Just bright?"

"if not!"

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, Song Fei felt calmer.

"Remember," the palm of your hand was firmly on Wang Shan's shoulder. "The bomb exploded. That is called Tonggui Xitian. If it is not exploded, it is the sword of Shang Fang."

Huang Mo smiled with relief.

Wusheng class comrades are not the first time to see the cunning and treacherous of Song classmates, but every time they have a new feeling.

Zhao He didn't care about the bomb, but still persevered in Qi Yan's sleeve.

Helplessly withdraws the indescribable gaze cast on bf, Qi Yan took the hand on the sleeve of his skin: "Relax, you will not forget your anti-inflammatory medicine."

Zhao Hedun feels at ease, than Song Fei assured him a hundred sentences. Sure enough, this is the boyfriend power max ...

Uh, I always feel that this feeling is strange.