He's pretending to be cowardly [the end of the world]

The pouring rain swayed among the forest leaves, and in the dense water vapor, two vague black figures flashed past quickly. They were carrying a rough snakeskin bag with something bulging inside.

The sticky earthy smell in the air mixed with blood was kicked into the puddles. A rain boot stepped on it violently, splashing bits and pieces of gray-brown muddy water and grass roots, and then another pair of colorful high boots stepped on it. Messy footprints on the ground.

The snakeskin bag on his back twitched a bit, as if he was about to wake up, the two looked at each other and increased their pace again.

Less than 5 minutes later, they arrived at the gate of the factory mentioned above. A few newspapers were crookedly pasted on the three-meter-high iron gate, and a simple reminder was scribbled on it with a marker pen——There are zombies inside, humans prohibit.

The handwriting was blurred by the rain, and the outer paint had been damaged and peeled off, revealing the rusty lock underneath.

The people walking in front tore off all the papers and threw them into the puddle next to them, and gestured cautiously to the man behind him dragging a snakeskin bag and wearing rain boots.

The factory has two floors. Nearly half a hundred zombies were trapped in the inner corner of the first floor by three transport vehicles and road rollers. There were three stairs leading to the second floor, one was welded to death with iron rods, and the other was made of wooden boards. Nailed, the last one is at the back door, which is the safe passage for administrative staff.

The man in rain boots took out a small hatchet from behind, and the two entered through the back door, carried the bag and climbed up to the second floor without saying a word, one continued to chop wood with a hatchet while holding a small flashlight, and the other came in through the window The ray bent down and unzipped the snakeskin bag.

A bloody arm protruded from it, and the man in the poncho pulled the opening to the bottom without changing his eyes, revealing the pale and weak face of a man inside who had lost too much blood, and his chest was still heaving if it weren't for the messy clothes , Just because of its unresponsive appearance, one can't help but suspect that this is just a corpse.

He grabbed the man's blood clotted and filthy black hair, roughly dragged him out of his pocket and threw him on the concrete floor.

"hurry up."

The man in rain boots cut off all the wooden boards neatly, lit a string of firecrackers on the ground, and then walked out swiftly. Before locking the door, he took a last look at the man inside.

Under the dim light source, the man breathed with difficulty with parted lips, his brows and eyes were tightly frowned, and a shadow was cast under his eyelashes. He was lying in the dusty corridor with injuries all over his body. Don't admit that he has a good and seductive appearance.

The ho-ho gasps from the zombie's mouth gradually approached, and the characteristic rotten breath rushed into the tip of the nose. The rain curtain was blocked by the muffled sound of the iron door, and a new lock was fastened on the back door. Two men Putting on the hood with a sneer, he disappeared as quickly as when he came.

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