The Rebirth of the Last Days and Return to [Fang] Hao

When He Zizhong and their car turned to the north gate of the base, the number of zombies at the east gate that gradually gathered from the city became more and more. Several power-mutated zombies actually pulled down the doors of several cars for a lifetime, and directly captured the people inside!

People who discovered this scene screamed and ran out of the car, and rushed to the east gate no matter what, there was a mess outside the east gate bridge.

When He Zizhong and the others arrived at the north gate, after registration and vehicle disinfection, they arrived at the designated place and prepared to spend the night waiting to enter the city tomorrow, they suddenly heard the sound of cannons and machine guns coming from the east gate...

With the faint wind in the air, bursts of gunpowder gradually spread in all directions. After hearing the smell of gunpowder smoke, everyone who was still complaining with white faces and closed their mouths did not dare to say any more.

Most of the people who go directly to the North Gate are either people who have been informed that the entrance is here, or people who are looking for supplies inside and outside the base. Most of them knew some basic rules, and they saw with their own eyes that people who wanted to enter the base forcibly in violation of the rules were shot directly to death. At this moment, they did not dare to say anything after hearing the gunfire.

He Zizhong each carried a backpack, and Fang Hao finally persuaded Fang Hao to enter the space. At this time they were wearing windproof jackets, face masks, sunglasses, and hats on their heads. Similar to other people who are fully armed and go out to do tasks, they sit in the designated "circle" and wait for the passage of time without attracting the attention of others.

They are located in the area where the people returning from the task are waiting. Not far behind is their own car that was forcibly sterilized by the staff. When the time is up, they can drive back to the base, compared to those who just arrived at the base. Those who come to join the city need a lot less formalities.

Those "trophies" on the car have been partly taken away by the staff who just registered, and now only about one-fourth of the things left—according to the regulations, only one-fifth of the people who do the tasks should be collected. One material, but in actual implementation...Everyone knows that they have already taken a lot of advantage if they can keep three-quarters of He Zizhong.

Most of what they carried on their car were munitions cans, bedding, instant noodles, and a few mentions of toilet paper that were about to expire. The people who collected the supplies focused their attention on food and quilts, and only took a handful of toilet paper away. Today's survivors are not very interested in this kind of thing.

He Zizhong sneered secretly, waiting for you to cry after the base confirmed that plants in nature had died on a large scale and it was difficult to produce toilet paper.

The two arrived here at three or four o'clock this afternoon. After registration, it was exactly 4:30 when they entered the waiting area. They need to wait here until 4:30 tomorrow to enter the safe area.

He Zizhong put the backpack behind the two of them, and pretending to be Fang Hao digging out it, and then turned out two small cloth bags slightly larger than the palm of his hand. This bag was sent back from unknown place when collecting supplies, and now it contains the rice **** that Fang Hao made before.

The rice ball is wrapped in a fresh-keeping bag, and the small cloth bag only cuts off the sight of others, so that they can't see what is inside.

Once again, I turned out an insulating pot from the space, which contained the soy bean and pig's knuckle soup that was boiled and packed in. It is still Fang Hao's previous masterpiece.

The soup is half-warm, and even if there are some aromas, it will not spread too far. The rice **** have been thoroughly warmed and will not exude an attractive aroma.

The two leaned on a large, soft, pretending backpack. Each of the backpacks contained a large soft pillow to serve as a pillow for the two of them. They can also use the backpack to cover it for the night when they are finished eating and ready to rest at night. With the blanket, life in the apocalypse is so convenient and convenient after having space.

The people in the waiting area are not as frightened as the people in the quarantine area not far away, but they are much more relaxed. Most of them sit in their respective areas, occasionally talk in a low voice, and enter the safe area after the waiting time is over.

The two of them lowered their heads to eat dinner and drank a sip of soup from time to time. When their stomachs were 70% to 80% full, the direction of the entrance not far away suddenly became confused.

A person in the waiting area suddenly began to change, his skin gradually turned blue-gray, his nails became longer, his eyes were spitting out, and the sound of "hoh, hoh" came out in his throat.

Before the people in an area screamed, the sniper on duty on the city wall simply headshot the zombie with a scream.

Only then did the man's family cry and scream.

Most of the people in the waiting area watched coldly. People in the nearby circles rioted for a while, and soon returned to calm. A group of people wearing special protective clothing hurriedly walked out, followed by a few soldiers armed with guns on guard. A person walked up to the zombies to confirm that the zombies were completely dead, and raised his hand to signal backwards: "Move away."

Although the family members were heartbroken and sad, no one dared to stop it.

Another person in charge said to the people in that circle: "From now on, you need to wait another twenty-four hours."

One person in the circle protested immediately: "Why?!"

"Just because there are zombies out of your companions." As he said, the person coldly glanced at everyone around him, "If there are zombies in the same waiting area within 24 hours, the people in the circle It is necessary to clear the time and recalculate the waiting time."

auzw.com"But we haven’t had any contact with that person?! Can we wait with them?" A man pointed to a few people who were hugging and crying. The zombies that had just died were obviously The family and friends of those people. The rest of the people just stopped by along the way, and it's not worth it to recalculate the waiting time.

"Okay, find a staff member to re-register, change circles, etc., but those who change circles in the middle still have to re-time." After that person turned around and walked towards the base.

After all, those people were still clamoring to change circles, for fear that some of the people in that group would become zombies and hurt them. A staff member registered in the past and reassigned them a circle.

Fang Hao looked from a distance and saw that those people had left the original circle, and the few people who had lost their loved ones before fell to the ground, relying on each other in the corner of the original circle-far from the location where the zombies died. I couldn't tell what it was like for a while, so I could only sigh secretly.

A blanket was on her body, and He Zizhong's soft voice came from her ear: "Sleep."

"It's night time tonight..."

He Zizhong thought for a while and nodded: "You go to bed first, I call you in the middle of the night." All the people in the circle will arrange their own people on duty. Although the things in their cars are all pretending, they are better than others collecting. There are not a lot of things at all, so it's better to be careful.

Fang Hao nodded, covered the blanket and waded down on He Zizhong's lap: "Don't forget to call me in the middle of the night, and you are not allowed to stay overnight."

He Zizhong got into the blanket and held his hand. He smiled and lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Unfortunately, I can't practice tonight."

Fang Hao's face blushed, closed his eyes and put a pillow on his lap to go to sleep.

He Zizhong quietly leaned on two large backpacks, and his eyes swept over his car and the people in the nearby circle from time to time. I haven't spent the night in this environment for a long time. Since I have the space, the life of myself and Fang Hao in the last days can be described as a leisurely life and angry people. I don't know how to have such a peach blossom garden in such precarious days. The blessing that he has cultivated in a few lifetimes.

The fingers gently stroked Fang Hao's soft chin, who was already asleep, and being able to have such a person by his side was also the blessing of several lifetimes...

While sighing, I vaguely heard voices coming from far away. Turning his head and looking at the distant entrance, he saw a group of people coming in one after another. Most of them looked nervous and nervous, their clothes were somewhat messy, and many of them had color on their bodies.

Although the waiting area of ​​the base also allows people with injuries to enter, they cannot be with ordinary people. The wounded have special places for the wounded, and unlike the uninjured, they have to wait at least 30 hours before they can enter the base-and let professionals check whether their wounds have changed.

If someone's wound is **** black, pus, or even smelly, he won't be able to enter it even after waiting thirty hours.

He Zizhong looked at him suspiciously for a while. When some people came to the waiting area and entered the designated waiting circle, they knew their identities-these were the people who were blocked by the zombies in the east entrance. Many of them were accidentally injured while abandoning their vehicles to escape. Those who ran slowly entered the zombies’ stomachs, or were assimilated into new zombies; those who ran faster got help from the military before reluctantly. Reluctantly walked all the way here to prepare to enter the base.

He Zizhong scanned the crowd for a few times and then stopped paying attention. The sky was too dark to see the appearance of those people, and the distance was far away, making it impossible to hear those people talking about the latest situation.

At about two o'clock in the morning, the two changed shifts. He Zizhong rested comfortably on Fang Hao's lap, smiling as he watched him rubbing his eyes in a daze.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you tomorrow morning." Fang Hao yawned again, then turned to look at his car-very good, it seems there is no problem. When he lowered his head to look at He Zizhong, he was pulled down and bent down and kissed his lips lightly.

"Go to sleep." I looked around in a panic. Fortunately, no one could see the movements of the two of them just now.

He Zizhong laughed in a low voice, and the sound of his chest vibration made Fang Hao's blush almost irritated: "Okay, I'll go to bed first." The child was still worried about being seen, and he didn't know that it would be another while. No one cares about any ethics or order.

Don't talk about homosexuality, even if you see someone beating on the street, people can face it indifferently.

The weather was still grey in the early morning, but the change of light still woke He Zizhong from his sleep, opened his eyes, and saw Fang Hao, who was reading before, looking down at him.

"Wake up? Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry yet, what time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock." After saying that, Fang Hao suddenly glanced in a certain direction, covered half of his face with a book, and whispered, "Zizhong, that one over there... do you think it's your cousin? "

cousin? Xu Lili?