The defense of the mourning community

At eight o'clock in the morning on Saturday, the sun shines on everything, Ling Qing is standing by the French window of the balcony in pajamas and with hair like a chicken coop, looking at the zombies wandering in the street outside with a blank expression.

Unlike the zombies in twos and threes on the street two days ago, the number of zombies on the street today has increased without increasing the price. I don’t know if everyone can still see them after they are zombies.

Very good and very energetic!

Yi Chengli asked while lunging and pressing his legs to warm up the fitness guy: "Why did the number suddenly increase? There were not so many in the past few days."

"What day is it today?" Ling Qing asked back.

Yi Chengli didn't realize it for a while, and Qian Meili, who was sitting on the sofa and looking at her phone while applying a mask, raised her hand to answer: "Today is Saturday!"

Ling Qing took a look at Yi Chengli, and didn't say much, just let him type Saturday as a statutory rest day on the public screen.

Even if they are zombies, they don’t go to work on rest days, and if they don’t go to work, they don’t have to take the subway eight in the morning. Everyone doesn’t have to hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ​​people, queuing up and holding the number plate of love.

Yi Chengli thought for a while and said, "Actually, some companies also work on Saturdays."

As a result, as soon as the words fell, Ling Qing and Qian Meili looked at him with displeasure, and hurriedly said: "I am just stating the status quo, and it does not mean that I think this violation of the labor law is right. I firmly support the eight-hour labor law. Working hours and weekends, on the side of the proletariat."

But Yi Chengli's words are fine, there are indeed 996 social animal zombies queuing up at the subway station, allowing other zombies to pass by them.

Rest is someone else's, they have nothing.

Qian Meili snorted, tore off the time-expired mask and threw it into the trash can, saying, "Brother Ling, your mask is not bad."

"It's not bad, you can use it. There are still a lot of boxes anyway." Ling Qing yawned and asked, "What are the owners talking about today?"

"I didn't say anything, the temperature in the greenhouse has been raised, and everyone is ready to sow seeds now." Qian Meili frowned, "Oh, the children are now following Teacher Wang to pick up dead leaves and branches in the community to help make plant ash fertilizer."

After a short meeting in the owner group last night, the older children began to help take care of the younger children. Teacher Wang finally decided not to forget the teacher's mission and continue to teach the children, becoming the only Prometheus in the Manhattan community in the zombie apocalypse.

But Mr. Wang suggested that the older children should also take on the responsibility of starting to lead the younger ones to help share the burden of parents and teachers.

Ling Qing looked at her: "Are you on duty today?"

"No, the manager is on duty today, so I'll rest." Qian Meili looked at Ling Qing and said, "Brother Ling, are you resting today?"

Ling Qing nodded: "Rest, but I saw you said yesterday that Grandma Zhao needs someone to fetch water at home, I'll go over and have a look, you can rest at home."

"That's right now, I just want to go down to discuss with the owners of the owner's committee about the security patrol of the community, let's go together." Yi Chengli sent Ling Qing an invitation to form a team.

Ling Qing thought about it for a while, and it's not impossible, anyway, he can't sleep now, so he just washed up and had some breakfast, then followed Yi Chengli downstairs, and reminded him that the speed of the cement coffin must be accelerated.

"Last night, the owner had a private chat with me and asked me what to do with the corpse." Ling Qing said, "Hurry up, there are children running around, and I'm afraid to see them."

Yi Chengli responded, and the two split up when they arrived below.

One went straight to Grandma Zhao's house in Building No. [-] to help with part-time work, while Yi Chengli went straight to Yan Shuai.

Because of the self-awareness of the elite owners in the Manhattan community, everyone has strong self-management skills.During the division of labor and scheduling, everyone will explain their demands if they have any objections, and the residents' committee will act as an intermediary to mediate.

After listening to Yan Shuai talking about the results of the owners' self-discussion yesterday, Yi Chengli expressed his gratitude to him, the chairman of the owners' committee who was freshly released yesterday.

"It seems that everyone organizes on their own and doesn't need us to do anything more."

"That's still needed. Thank you for saving people with all your might and giving everyone a sense of security. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so united." Yan Shuai looked at the handsome guy next to him, and shook his flowing hair on his forehead. He suddenly became serious and said, "But we are now facing a very serious problem."

"What's the problem?" Yi Chengli felt that there should be more than one serious problem.

Yan Shuai was simple and rude: "There is no meat to eat."

Yi Chengli: ...

At this time, an untimely rooster crowed through the community. The big rooster who had been fed white rice by Ling Qing for the past two days said that he was not sick and took two steps. The presence.

However, Yi Chengli looked at it, and Yan Shuai also looked at it, and there were some bad thoughts in his head for a while.

Yan Shuai: "Oh..."

"No." Yi Chengli said, "It is my savior, and the rest assured property has given it first-class merit."

Yan Shuai looked at him: "Roosters can't lay eggs, and the meat won't taste good when it's old."

"But it can crow, and a chicken doesn't have much meat." Yi Chengli, who knows how to be grateful, opened the phone map and glanced at it, "This matter needs to be discussed. If it is meat, it is actually three kilometers away from our community." There is also a farmers market.”

"Three kilometers is too far. Now it is very dangerous for us to leave the community 300 meters away." Although Yan Shuai disagreed, he still respected his opinion and said: "This issue really needs to be discussed."

The two discussed a few more things about the community patrol team. Yi Chengli was about to say goodbye to Sister Hua and her group who were about to go to the construction site to rescue them and talk about the cement coffin.

Suddenly, screams sounded.

It wasn't just screams, it was a chorus of screaming kids.

For a moment, all the parents put down the things in their hands and ran towards the direction of the screams, but Yi Chengli ran faster than them, and even wearing tight slacks did not hinder his pace.

While running, Yi Chengli didn't forget to take out the walkie-talkie and start shaking people: "Central Center, ask someone to copy the guy to the north gate. There are situations and situations."

He took the lead and rushed to the front, and slowed down after a turn. He looked at the open space in front of the north gate, and Mr. Wang, who had changed into a new sable, was protecting the children behind him, holding a high-heeled shoe in his hand.

"What happened?" Yi Chengli approached slowly as he spoke, followed Mr. Wang's gaze, and saw a one-armed zombie brother lying on the west wall.

He still had the heel of a high-heeled shoe in his left eye socket, but he still looked at Yi Chengli with a weird smile on his face, as if he was saying hello, look at me, what are you afraid of?

Even though Yi Chengli was a macho, he couldn't help but his heart beat faster when he saw this scene. He looked at the high-heeled shoes in his elder brother's eyes, and found that they were exactly the same as those held by Mr. Wang.

OK, very accurate!

Yi Chengli subconsciously blinked his aching eyes, looked at Teacher Wang and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, are you not injured?"

"No." Wang Mary shook her head.

The parents arrived quickly, and when they were about to call out the child's name, they were held in place by Yi Chengli's gaze.

"Shh, be quiet." Yi Chengli warned them, "Don't startle the snake."

Now that the zombie brother is hanging on the wall with one arm and still can't get up, it will be difficult to turn over if he is called excited by the big brother.

Because Mr. Wang had told us to be quiet before, and seeing the parents coming, the children didn't make any noise, they just covered their mouths and walked towards their parents carefully.

The children quickly evacuated to a safe area with their parents, while some of the owners who followed stayed where they were. They helped Teacher Wang stand up and asked her in a low voice if she needed to find a pair of shoes.

"No need." Teacher Wang looked at the high-heeled shoe she had thrown out and sighed, "Grandma's, these are new shoes, I will wear them on the first day."

Everyone was a little further away from the fence next to the north gate. At this time, the community security car arrived with Qin Dali, Mangzi and a ladder. Mangzi jumped off the station with his crossbow in his arms and stood next to Yi Chengli. He said confidently, "Yi Brother, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be able to shoot at this close.”

Holding the watermelon knife, Qin Dali had already entered a fighting state, and he held up the shield with one hand and asked, "What should we do now? Shall we just knock them off the wall?"

Yi Chengli nodded cautiously and said, "It should be so, but be careful."

In just three days, zombies were able to jump onto this wall, and Yi Chengli's heart sank.

He turned his head to look at the shovel, spatula, and even the kettle in the hands of the owner behind him, feeling a little uneasy, and told everyone not to move first, and don't make any noise to attract more zombies.

"Let's all come forward secretly, don't shoot guns." Yi Chengli said to Mangzi and Qin Dali: "Whether you are afraid of harm or not, yes, no matter whether your hands are soft or not, everyone must strike at the head."

He took the iron rod handed over by Qin Dali, and led everyone forward slowly, but he didn't do it immediately when he reached the top of the wall, but put down the ladder carefully to see what was going on outside.

Yi Chengli's defense was almost overwhelmed by this glance.

The section of road on the right side of the north gate is being built. I don’t know how clever the construction team is to pile up the excavated soil on the edge of the wall to form a small slope. The brothers and sisters of the zombies will step on the small slope and jump towards the wall. .

Although zombies can jump is one of the reasons, but this small dirt slope is the culprit and must be dealt with.

"There is a small dirt slope below, and the zombies can jump, but they are not high enough to step on the dirt slope and can't jump up temporarily." Yi Chengli said, directly hitting the one-armed brother with a stick, and fell down on the spot.

Facts have proved that people still can't jump too high and too happy, and they are easy to be beaten when they jump high.

The zombies on the top of the wall disappeared, but the soil slope under the wall was still there, the zombies were still jumping up, the threat was still there, and death was separated from them by the wall.

People in the neighborhood were in panic, but Ling Qing didn't know what happened. She was collecting water for the old lady at Grandma Zhao's house and cleaning the house.

Although the old lady is getting older, her ears are slightly hard of hearing, and her voice needs to be louder.Seeing Ling Qing mopping and sweeping the floor for her, and washing fruit for herself, she asked him to sit down and rest for a while.

"I've been terrified these two days. I'm sorry that you have encountered such a thing at such a young age." Grandma Zhao gave him an apple.

Ling Qing paused and then laughed: "I'm fine, young people are bold, just afraid that old people like grandma will be frightened."

"I've buried my neck in the dirt, and I'd be fine if I died of fright." Grandma Zhao was quite open to it, and Ling Qing laughed when she heard it, but the grandma then said softly, "It's a pity that the young one died."

She thought of her son and daughter family, whom she had no news of until now, and suddenly fell silent, her eyes began to turn red but no tears fell.

Seeing this, Ling Qing sat down a little and asked grandma to drink some hot water.

"How about you? Is your family okay?" Grandma Zhao looked at him and asked.

Ling Qing smiled: "They passed away very early, because of the car accident, I was always alone."

With or without this doomsday, he is alone.

"Grandma, you have to take care of your health, what if there is news later?" Ling Qing comforted the old lady, he knew that it was better to tell hopeful lies than to tell the truth at this time.

Unexpectedly, Grandma Zhao didn't like this at all. She smiled and stretched out her hand to pat Ling Qing's shoulder: "Son, you are more difficult than me, so you don't need to comfort me like this. Grandma has lived a long time and has seen everything."

She whispered: "It's already like this, the living people just need to live well."

The floor of Grandma Zhao's house is not high. Looking out of the window in the living room, she happened to be able to see the neighborhood downstairs. She took Ling Qing's hand and asked him to look out, and said with a smile, "I saw you saving people the other day. .”

"Really?" Ling Qing followed suit with a smile, "Didn't scare you."

Grandma Zhao shook her head: "I was just thinking that you are saving others like this, and maybe someone out there is saving my child like this. In the past two days, I have only been thinking about this before I can fall asleep."

She said softly: "You are good people, you should live well."

Ling Qing felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and was about to comfort grandma, when he suddenly heard a piercing scream, he told Grandma Zhao to sit still at home, took out the wrench in her belt, and rushed out the door.

A zombie jumped up to the iron gate of the east gate, and grabbed the fence of the chicken balcony by the height of the iron gate, but its hand was pierced and nailed there by the spikes on it, and it was temporarily unable to move.

Although he couldn't move, he frightened the rooster basking in the sun enough, jumped from the upstairs and started running wildly in the community.

"Catch the chicken!" Ling Qing yelled at the owner who was stunned behind him, turned his head to look at the zombie lying on the iron door, pursed his lips, and pulled out a rubber rope from his pocket with trembling hands.

One end was tied to the wrist, and the other end was tied to a wrench, directly tied to death.

Holding the wrench, he weighed it, pointed at the zombie twice, Ling Qing took a deep breath and shouted: "Go!"

He threw the wrench out of his hand and smashed the zombie's head, and watched him fall outside the big iron gate. He pulled the wrench back hard with his wrist.

"Awesome!" Wang Chunfa, who heard the news, sighed, and was about to see if Ling Qing was injured, when he heard him roar, "Don't come here yet!"

Ling Qing raised his hand and said to Wang Chunfa, "Go and get the 84 disinfectant."

After Wang Chunfa paused, he immediately responded twice and crawled and rolled to get it. Ling Qing panted, turned to look at the owners surrounding him and asked, "Where's the chicken? Did you catch it? Didn't let him run out?"

The owners looked at each other and asked where the chicken was. After asking around, someone finally ran back with the chicken, but brought a bad news.

The owner of their first-class merit medal, the big crowing rooster in Building No. [-], was frightened and panicked and crashed his head on the fitness equipment, ending his glorious and short life at the age of seven months.

Chicken, gone.

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Ling Qing: ... Chicken! ! ! !

Yi Chengli: Damn it, I'm going to file a complaint with the municipal government, who is this messing up the dirt!