My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Lucy clung to the shadows and looked down.

When the little mouse of the nickname mouse appeared not far away, her nerves immediately tightened.

But her breathing is still very gentle and her body is motionless.

The light-moving mouse looks very cautious, and if he wants to ambush him, he will be able to hold his breath.

Lucy slowly raised her muzzle. She was a physical reinforcement, but the ability itself did not give her any ability. It can be said that it was a waste of power. At present, it is just the strength of her body to become a special soldier.

The increased physical strength allowed her to use the motive gun, but all other abilities, including the accuracy of the shooting, the combat experience, were all developed by herself.

It is a lurking sneak attack, but it is the soft underbelly of Lucy...

She is a hot woman who can shoot with a machine gun, but not a good lurker.

The mouse is obviously good at this.

Was she found to have lost her chance, or was the mouse knocked down silently in the forward line?

The chance to confront, only once...

"I am really strong, or I am very strong, just see it this time..."

Lucy's fingers were slowly placed on the trigger.

In front of her eyes, she suddenly appeared to be a shy smile when she was pulled by Lingmo...

"I don't know how long it has been, I haven't laughed like that..."

Lucy’s ear, and the sound of silence, "Lulu... This unreasonable bastard, obviously just ridiculous, but accidentally called my real name..."

"Ah! Help!"

At the moment of the Cataclysm eruption, Lucy ran into the house in horror. Grasping the door handle.

The door slammed. Through the door slits that are constantly being pulled. Lucy saw many familiar faces.

Have relatives, have neighbors...

But on their faces, they have an expression that makes her very strange.

Their mouths were stained with blood, and all the nails were covered with minced meat. When they scratched the door, they made a dull sound.

"What happened to you... What do you want to do! I am Lulu, I am Lulu!"

The tearful Lucy looked at them with a dull look, and even she had forgotten how to take out the kitchen knife. Cut off the hand that came in, and how to escape by looking through the window...

Those memories are blurred in the process of survival.

But since then, Lucy can't smile.

Some people see Cataclysm as an opportunity, but others treat those memories as pain.

"The world is really simple now..."

Lucy looked at the mouse a little closer, thinking...

Near!

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was gradually shortening, Lucy’s muzzle was lifted a little.

It's now!

"Hey!"

As the gunshot sounded, the mouse suddenly stunned and immediately turned back to the corner.

He reached out and wiped a piece under the rib. Then I watched the blood full of hands: "Almost... There are still people who attack me. Are they not surrounded by zombies..."

The mouse slowly extended his head. I took out the walkie-talkie: "Tiger brother, the situation may be a bit wrong. I have a sneak attack here, you are careful about it..."

After glanced at the direction of the rooftop, he slammed into the past and climbed the wall.

When I arrived at the place where Lucy stood, it was empty.

"Hey, I want to run if I hurt?"

The mouse looked around and looked at the edge of the roof.

The rusty railing left a trace of fresh friction.

"When you find you, you must kill you slowly! Most of the strength is not good, just sneak attack and run."

The corner of the mouse showed a sneer, and with his hand on the railing, he jumped over and jumped over.

Just as he landed, from the other side of the roof, he slammed up again.

Lucy, who can only use one hand, relies on arrogant power, and it is one hand holding the edge of the roof and hanging it aside. And the gun was bitten in her mouth.

"The world may never be as simple as I want, but as long as I can live for myself, I will always fight for it." Lucy quickly rushed to the side where the mouse jumped. "Otherwise, What is the significance of living with pain? Not to be able to laugh like a few girlfriends who are silent..."

The moment the muzzle was aimed at the mouse from the rear, Lucy’s eyes suddenly became cold.

But her mouth was a smile.

The wind blew, the gunshots sounded, and Lucy at this moment looked beautiful...

"No matter when, my Lulu is not a waste. See it, Lingmo."

When the gunshot ended the life of the mouse, Quinn in front of Ling Mo was holding the intercom, and looked at Ling Mo with ugly expression.

Inside the walkie-talkie, the gunshot was exceptionally clear.

"You only have six people, but you can still vacate the people and in turn attack us. Using the thin people as bait, attracting our attention and disrupting our plans is really a good calculation..."

Quinn squeezed the intercom and said coldly.

"Do you want to play with you, do you have to calculate it? The current situation is purely caused by you. Don't push it on me..."

Ling Mo squeezed his eyebrows and said.

"Don't argue!" tattooed man shouted.

By their side, there have been more than a dozen zombies.

These are the silent corpse, but to get rid of these zombies, let Quinn and the tattoo man pay a price.

Both of them have a whitish face, and they are full of jealousy for this seemingly casual young person.

A few minutes ago, when the first zombie appeared near them, the nightmare of Quinn and the tattooed man began.

The zombie just ran out of an alley and almost crossed the front of them.

After the timely braking, the zombie turned a pair of blood-red eyes and turned to look at them.

"Hey! There are zombies!"

The tattooed man said with a fist: "just warm up!"

But when his voice just fell, he saw that the zombie suddenly speeded up and ran over.

"Is it impossible? Where are the zombies running away!"

The tattooed man was shocked, but this was not finished. After a few seconds, the zombie came back.

But this time, the zombie had already had a wooden stick in his hand, and behind him, he followed several zombies carrying wooden sticks.

Not only that, but the zombies of this shape have appeared before and after.

They surrounded Quinn and the tattooed man with vigilance and slowly approached.

"Hey, Quinn, have you seen this situation..." the tattooed man swallowed and asked.

Quinn glanced back and forth, pulling a knife from behind the waist: "No. The first time I saw a zombie ready to be cut, did these guys set up a stick to help?"

"Don't do this kind of operation beyond common sense, I am desperately playing drums!"

The tattooed man said palely.

As the zombie at the forefront suddenly raised his arm and waved forward, more than a dozen zombies swarmed up...

"Mom, I was almost killed by the group..."

The tattooed man was involuntarily screaming, and the sudden gunshots in the intercom were even more devastating.

"Mice! Mouse!"

"Nima's, the mouse is gone! This **** can still do those things with zombies!"

Finally, the "stick stick" zombies were solved, and the silence appeared immediately. After several consecutive tentacle attacks, both he and Quinn were injured.

To say that this is a coincidence, the tattoo man absolutely does not believe.

"Isn't that a power like Yan Shangfeng? But no matter how he drives the zombies, now he is a person. There are no zombies in the vicinity." Tattooed man staring at the silence, big mouth Breathing, "the spirit of the abilities, as long as the abilities are not useful, it is a weak scum..."

"Then you are up..." Quinn's hand with the intercom was constantly groaning, and a small hole in his wrist that looked vague and **** looked extraordinarily shocking.

"I am not brewing this..." The tattooed man does not advance and retreat.

The two looked at each other and suddenly turned their heads and ran towards an alley.

Meet other people, they still have a chance!

Ling Mo stood in the same place, his hands in his pocket, it seems that there is not much threat.

The two men ran away without a trace, leaving him standing alone in the empty street.

"Hey, I ran so decisively! I have to hand over it!" (To be continued.)