I made myself the protagonist

"There is an ordinary infected person near the corner ten meters away in the corridor."

Shen Tinglan returned to the house and lowered his voice to everyone. After opening the door gently, he motioned for everyone to come forward.

Just as the other party described, a dark-haired woman wearing a white vest and tight jeans appeared in everyone's sight.

The woman was facing away from them, limping around the corner.

The clothes on her body were in tatters, and the exposed skin was abnormally pale, almost bloodless; her drooping arms were covered with torn wounds, and thick black liquid mixed with blood covered her body, and her throat seemed to be stuck with phlegm. There were constant low roars.

Although the game provides everyone with weapons, the moment they saw the terrifying woman, the young men holding guns suddenly turned pale and froze on the spot.

Ling Yun tightened his grip on the fire ax in his hand, only to find that his hand was shaking violently. The handle of the ax was covered with cold sweat from his palms, and was so slippery that he could hardly hold it.

Looking at the zombies not far away, just the shambling backs and frightening screams made my scalp numb.

Thinking about it, when he was playing games at home, Ling Yun would be braver than anyone else with his gun. But now in such an environment, whether it was the smell or the visual impact, he felt the threat of death very clearly.

Damn it, why did I design such a copy in the first place!!! How could I do this!!!

Ling Yun roared as he collapsed in his heart. Looking at the back of the infected woman, he felt his throat was extremely dry.

Xiaolong raised his gun tremblingly, but was stopped by Shen Tinglan. From the way the opponent held the gun, Shen Tinglan could tell that Xiaolong didn't know how to use a gun.

If you launch an attack rashly, not only will you not be able to kill the infected, the gunfire will also attract other zombies lurking around.

Shen Tinglan looked at the thick smoke filling the corridor. After realizing that he needed to fight quickly, he tightened his grip on the baseball bat in his hand. Before everyone was ready, he opened the door alone and headed towards where the zombies were. He rushed in the direction quickly.

Hearing movement behind her, the woman turned her head sharply.

Where the eyes were originally located on that face, the black pupils were gone, leaving only two turbid gray eye whites.

She opened her mouth wide, and due to constant chewing, her tongue had been bitten off by herself, leaving a bloody mess in her mouth.

With the support of the enhanced suit, Shen Tinglan could feel that his speed and strength had improved a lot.

Seeing the female zombie rushing towards him with its teeth and claws spread out, he raised the bat in his hand high, gritted his teeth and hit the opponent's head hard.

The bat, mixed with the sound of breaking wind, hit the zombie's skull with a "bang".

In an instant, the zombie's head was completely smashed like a watermelon, and the smelly, black brain tissue mixed with dried, stinky blood splashed all over the floor, and also onto Shen Tinglan's body.

The zombie knelt down weakly on the ground, its body slowly twitching, and soon there was no movement.

Shen Tinglan gasped and looked at his blood-stained hands in disbelief, still somewhat unconscious.

"Fuck...well done..."

Ling Yun and his party chased after him. He kicked the headless corpse and couldn't help but exclaimed: "I didn't expect it to be like in the game, so easy to get a headshot..."

"Brother, did you hear anything?"

At this moment, Wei Chongming pushed Ling Yun, looked around confusedly, and felt something strange.

Waves of low roars kept coming from the corridor ahead. Without enough time to wipe off the blood on his face, Shen Tinglan pulled Ling Yun backwards and pulled out the Magnum pistol from his waist.

Shen Tinglan looked back at the crowd and said sternly: "They are coming, pick up weapons and prepare to attack!"

With the sound of fierce footsteps, Ling Yun's scalp exploded when he saw the scene ahead: dozens of ragged zombies roared and appeared in the corridor. He found the direction where everyone was. Afterwards, they rushed over one after another.

In this game, infected people will attack wildly when they see a living person. They are extremely sensitive to sound and light sources, and their agility is much higher than that of normal people.

Those infected had been dead for a long time, their pale skin was tinged with green, their abdominal cavities were bulging, their eye sockets were sunken, and black liquid was constantly flowing from their foul-smelling mouths.

After realizing that there were survivors in the corridor, they swarmed in. Their hunting instinct caused these zombies to constantly push and attack each other; some even stopped and started biting on the spot.

Seeing a dense wave of zombies sweeping through the narrow corridor, among these zombies were hotel waiters and many tenants.

"Throw a wave of explosives to attract hatred!"

Wang Yu took out a homemade bomb he had picked up on the rooftop from his waist and wanted to throw it at the tide of corpses.

In the game settings, the red light and sound emitted by homemade explosives after being thrown will attract the attention of infected people, and they can cause area damage to them after the explosion.

"no!"

At this time, Ling Yun quickly held down the other party with quick eyes and hands, and raised his voice: "This is not a game. The hotel itself is at risk of collapse, and the explosion of homemade explosives has a range. The zombies are too close to us and will affect us. To our own people!"

"He's right, you can't use explosives! Shoot, quickly!" Zhao Sicheng picked up the M16 in his hand, put his shoulder against the butt of the gun, knelt down on one knee to steady himself, and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, the zombies sprinting in the front row fell down like wheat. A large amount of black blood splashed out from their bodies, but soon, some zombies staggered up again.

After all, this was Zhao Sicheng's first time using a gun, and his marksmanship was not very accurate. Most of the bullets only hit the zombies' bodies, hands and feet. Seeing that they were clearly hit by the gun, they could still get up from the ground and continue sprinting. The UMP45 in his hand couldn't help but tremble, and his voice also trembled: "No, it seems that we have to kill them with a headshot!"

"If you can't hit, fire a few more rounds! Don't stop!"

Shen Tinglan held the bat and kept swinging at the heads of the zombies that were charging towards the team. The zombies' mechanical mouths that closed and closed continuously spurted out a strong, smelly liquid, splashing on everyone's faces. , on the body.

Although this scene was very disgusting, Ling Yun even felt his stomach cramping due to the strong rancid odor. But I have to say that choosing a melee weapon was indeed a wise choice.

There were many people with guns in the team, but when they actually entered actual combat and faced a large number of zombies attacking, everyone realized that their marksmanship was not enough to kill them in a short time.

The continuous sound of bullets frightened several girls. They held the guns and huddled hesitantly against the wall, for fear of accidentally injuring their companions.

"Why are you still standing there? Shoot! If you don't shoot, we will all die!"

Seeing the zombies in the back row breaking through the firepower one after another, Zhao Sicheng and Xiaolong alone were unable to suppress all the zombies. After being yelled by Shen Tinglan, several other people woke up from a dream. The two high school students bit each other. Ya set up his gun, imitated Zhao Sicheng's posture, and fired continuously at the tide of corpses.