Zombie Crisis: Survival comes first

Then Chen Yu picked up a bunch of his things and walked up to the roof.

Went to the top floor, pushed open the rusty iron door, and stood on the rooftop.

There are still a lot of books on the ground that they didn't use up last time.

However, these books are not very easy to use. There is a lot of snow outside, and they are easily drowned when they are dropped into snowdrifts.

That's why Chen Yu asked Dazhuang to get some gasoline.

It was noon at this time, the sun hung in the sky like a decoration, and Chen Yu couldn't feel the slightest temperature.

He opened his mouth and breathed into the palm of his hand a few times, rubbed it quickly a few times, and then started to get busy.

Wrap those tarps over the wood strips and set them aside.

Most of the zombies on the ground move slowly, but they are always moving. Except for those areas that are frequently moved around, there is a lot of snow piled up in other places.

If the zombies on this island can be cleaned up, then it will be worth living there for a long time.

Chen Yu did think so at first, but with deeper understanding, he gradually rejected his idea.

Although there is only one road leading here, all you need to do is send people to guard the other side of the bridge.

But again, there are pros and cons.

The advantage is that it is isolated from the zombies outside, and they basically cannot enter the island.

The disadvantage is that cars cannot enter the island and can only park on the bridge.

But if you are surrounded by other zombies, it will be wasted. If you build a wall as a parking lot, you might as well live in that community.

What's more, the number of zombies far exceeded Chen Yu's expectations.

One thousand nine hundred, also called more than 1000, doesn't sound like much, but in fact it's really deadly to kill.

Moreover, after zombies die, their bodies will decompose faster. Fortunately, winter can slow down the speed.

But even so, the dead zombies will stink even more, and the bodies have to be disposed of, otherwise the plague will most likely appear over time.

Standing on the rooftop, feeling the cold wind blowing, Chen Yu thought for a moment, then turned around and prepared to take action.

When he picked up the wooden sticks on the ground, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure passing by in the forest in the distance.

Chen Yu curled his lips slightly and didn't take it to heart. He took out the last few matches and started to light the torch.

"laugh......."

He quickly lit a wooden stick and placed it on the ground, then picked up the one next to it and put it on fire. Then Chen Yu threw it towards the west with force.

The burning torch drew a parabola in the air and accurately hit a zombie dozens of meters away...

The zombie was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked around, and then jumped towards the flames.

It's just a pity that there is gasoline on it, so the zombies can't be destroyed at all, and it even ignited its own clothes.

As a few started the flames, more and more zombies rushed toward the fire, creating an even louder noise.

Without waiting any longer, Chen Yu quickly picked up other wooden sticks, lit them and threw them in more directions.

Wherever there were more zombies, he would throw them there.

Soon, a sea of ​​fire broke out in the northwest direction where Chen Yu was standing. Thick smoke rose into the sky. Countless zombies were burning with fire and writhing everywhere.

"It's a pity that these things can't feel pain..." Chen Yu said softly as he looked at a zombie in the distance that was about to be burned to pieces.

After seeing the fire they set yesterday scorching the legs of the zombies, Chen Yu thought of a more drastic method.

That is, like now, use iron wire to fix the cloth strips and pour gasoline on them, so that the zombies will not be easily trampled.

If you can't burn the heads, it would be good to burn all their limbs.

This can also reduce the risk. It is much easier than killing them one by one.

It's a pity that there is a wall in the northeast that separates the zombies on both sides. Otherwise, if the fire can be brought through, the effect will be better.

Nowadays, no one cares about setting fires in the apocalypse, but Chen Yu still tried his best to only let the zombies catch fire, continued to glance at them, and then left the rooftop.

When I got to the second floor, I slid down the old way, and then continued to climb out of the wall.

Standing on the hillside outside, Chen Yu thought for a moment, then walked towards the opposite direction of the bridge.

After Chen Yu had walked for more than half a minute, a figure emerged not far from the area where he had been standing and followed him slowly.

When parting from Dazhuang in front, Chen Yu deliberately handed over his pistol in front of Liu Qing.

I just want to see if he has any evil intentions.

For this kind of person, Chen Yu really doesn't want to work with him. Maybe one day he will do something behind his back and bring zombies to him.

So the original intention of setting fire this time was to test the man. Chen Yu's original plan was to let Laocheng follow him so that part of the zombies in the northeast could be burned.

But then I thought about it and decided to just go with the flow, and everyone would be happy if the fish didn't bite the hook.

If he had to commit suicide, Chen Yu wouldn't mind avoiding this trouble.

After walking along the forest for more than ten minutes and confirming that he had gone far enough, Chen Yu started running wildly and disappeared from Liu Qing's sight after a while.

"Damn it!" Liu Qing followed him for several minutes with a gun in both hands, but still lost him, so he spat with a dark face.

In a pile of grass about ten meters away from him, Chen Yu tensed his muscles, picked up a stone with his hand, and threw it in another direction.

There was a rustling sound, and Liu Qing quickly turned the gun, pointed it there and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!" The gun rang out, but there was no response from the grass.

Liu Qing held the gun in his hand and moved slowly and cautiously over there.

.......

Bridge location.

At this time, Dazhuang was sitting on the side near the island and was handing over the bag.

Suddenly he heard a small voice.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Lao Cheng saw Dazhuang's solemn expression from above, so he asked.

Dazhuang was listening carefully, and at this moment, there was another sound of banging on the bridge deck.

"Bang, bang bang..."

Upon seeing this, Laocheng shouted down: "Hey, Xiao Wan, why are you just knocking on the iron frame all the time? Are you running out of strength?! Then the zombies down there heard the sound and thought it was the New Year."

Xiao Wan raised his head and smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, this iron rod looks quite strong. I want to dismantle it and take it back to forge it. Maybe it can be used as a long-handled weapon."

Lao Cheng curled his lips, ignored him, and continued to look at Dazhuang: "Did you hear something?".

"It's okay, I must have heard wrong." Dazhuang replied softly, then turned to look at Xiaowan. Although he felt something was a little unusual, he didn't say much and continued to pass the bag up.

According to Dazhuang's own opinion, if he wanted to remove the iron rod, he would definitely break it from left to right so that the lower part would break, making it easier to remove, instead of just hitting it with a hammer.

This also prevents the sound from attracting the attention of zombies.