I threw all tonight's dinner on the floor.

Well, actually this is a euphemism. I had already prepared myself mentally before smelling this damn rancid smell. But I have never encountered such a stinky smell, not even in my life.

The smell is even incomparable to the smell of the garbage piles under the sewer. I dare say that anyone who sees this scene and smells this smell cannot resist the desire to vomit.

After almost vomiting, I patted their shoulders and reminded them to retreat and run in the opposite direction of the pedestrian street. I didn't want to inhale this smell that was stinker than stinky tofu again. So I held my breath.

, finally spat, and then began to move towards the artificial river.

"Damn...damn..."

I quickly ran to the opposite side of the pedestrian street, and then held on to the wall and gasped for air, wishing to take all the fresh air into my lungs. Only when I reached a place with better air quality did I dare to take a big breath, but these

The number of corpses was beyond my expectation. The smell of decay almost filled the entire area. If I wanted to take a breath of fresh air, I had to run out of the area and bury my nose in the soil.

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Looking back at Lao Lan and the others behind me, this group of people is quite tough. I watched them running unsteadily, looking like sick and thin young people who had just finished running 5 kilometers. I have to say that we have nothing to do now.

There is no need to save face, and all that is left is eating and drinking.

But to be honest, this kind of action was too frequent. I watched Lao Lan and the others supporting each other one by one, and finally ran in front of me. Not long after, they began to squat on the ground and retched again, but by this time they had already vomited.

Nothing can come out. The most serious problem is actually the physical strength of our group. I can see that everyone is tired, and they are in a special type of exhaustion.

In other words, we need to rest.

"It's time to find a place to rest..." I regained my composure and said to everyone who was still looking down and panting. But they didn't hear it. The high-intensity exercise and long-term fighting made them dizzy and their ears trembled from time to time.

Tinnitus. Damn it, I should have realized this was happening sooner.

While it was still dark, I decided to find a hotel where we could sleep first and have a good rest.

So I supported Wei Lao and Yana, and Wei Lao supported Lao Lan. In this way, I took them to a hotel not far from the artificial river on the pedestrian street in the city center. Before Wei Lao and the others could recover,

, I finally opened the door of the youth hostel alone and carried them into a room.

After using a crowbar to force open the door to the room, the four of us walked in stiffly and weakly like half-dead zombies, and then we all found the empty beds and lay down on each other as if we were in the right place for the class. I know this

It's an exaggeration, but this bed is surprisingly comfortable. If my stomach hadn't kept rumbling, I would have fallen asleep and fallen asleep.

There was no electricity here, but the running water was still running. I turned on the flashlight vigilantly, took a photo of the room, and searched the corners. After confirming that there were no threats in the room, I had to take care of them one by one.

After Wei Lao and Lao Lan drank some water and ate some chocolate bars, their physical strength began to slowly recover. Yana fell asleep directly on the bed because she was too sleepy and tired...

I watched them lying on the bed one by one. It didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep. It seemed that they were really exhausted. But at least we still have the foundation. As long as we get enough rest and have enough food and drink, I think we will search for food next time.

There was still no problem. Then, I hid everyone’s weapons and backpacks, closed the door alone, locked the door in the room, and then went to bed.

God, I'm so sleepy...

To be honest, deep sleep made my physical strength return to normal. The next morning I rolled over and got up, wiped my face with a wet tissue in the bathroom, and briefly wiped my body and back with a wet towel.

, I just officially welcomed the arrival of the next day.

But no matter how I greeted them, Lao Lan and the others refused to get up from the bed.

But to be honest, I woke up from hunger. Last night because I was too dark and sleepy, I only chewed half of the ham sausage and passed out. Now it was just right for breakfast.

I opened my backpack and took out a small food bag and mineral water. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and swayed my feet while eating. No matter how much I hated eating these mustards and dried radishes before, these things are now suitable for me.

For me, it's simply delicious. I need dietary fiber and protein, so I also chewed a piece of beef jerky.

As for the old clothes, I plan to throw them away as garbage. It’s easy to find clothes in the city anyway. I replaced the clothes and pants I found in the military store before, those that were damaged and oily with sweat.

I really didn't have the heart to wear clothes, and what I wore was just a makeshift one. I didn't expect that it would be so ill-fitting when I put it on.

As for shoes, my cloth shoes have started to come off, I guess I will have to change into a pair when I get to the pedestrian mall.

Looking back, I looked at Lao Lan and his friends' clothes and shoes. They were also dirty, just like those worn by homeless people and poor people. Their pants and clothes were covered with mud and dirty blood, and their sweat was like white brush.

It also sticks to clothes. Apart from the smell of sweat, I have nothing else to complain about.

Please, I don't want this.

Therefore, in addition to food and drinking water, I now also need a change of clothes and new shoes. If I can have something that fits me, I won't pick and choose. It would be good to have something to change. In this dry and cold winter

, although people don’t need to change clothes frequently. But this is the south, and people’s habit has always been to take a shower and change clothes once a day. Even if the weather is dark and cold, I still sweat.

And sweaty clothes have to be changed. No one wants to wear sweaty clothes for a week without changing, so that they will make themselves sick even if they are not sick. If there is no water here, I would like to take a good bath. Of course

, you can take a shower, but you have to be brave enough to take a cold shower.

However, taking advantage of this morning, I had to go outside to look for a nearby clothing store. So I left a note for Lao Lan and the others, then I put on my vest, put on my weapon and backpack, and headed for the road alone.

A pedestrian street that I don’t want to enter again.

There are three intersections in the pedestrian street, one of which we ran out of while vomiting last night. I estimate that only rats and crows would visit that place, and a normal person would not walk on that street unless it was a city.

Export, otherwise even if there is food, it will be stink from the rotten smell all over the place, and in the worst case, you will eat it and spit it out.

I pinched my nose and chose the pedestrian street on the far right to walk. Even though men were on the left and women were on the right, I would go wherever it was far away from the pile of corpses.

As expected, the pedestrian street was unusually empty, with not a single soul in sight. There were only rubbish-strewn streets and former shops. I didn’t need to look for clothing stores. There were almost everywhere here. The row on the left was a convenience store first, and then there was a clothing store when I entered.

, and finally there are various barbecue stalls, snack bars, and the like. Who would be in such a mood to wander around in such a place now? I thought to myself, there shouldn't be too many.

Then, I pried open the door of a clothing store and broke the lock. Although it made a lot of noise, I still firmly believed that no one would patronize the area. After opening the door of the clothing store, I took

.22 pistol and crowbar. I looked left and right. After briefly watching the street corners, I walked in.

First of all, I didn't choose what to wear. To put it simply, I changed into a pair of jeans and a new shirt. They fit me very well. I even fiddled with them in front of the mirror for a while.

The second step is to change shoes and socks. Oh, I didn’t want to mention this at first. You know, after the incident, I haven’t changed shoes or socks for a long time. When I took off my shoes, even I

I can't stand myself.

So I covered my nose, simply sprayed my feet with alcohol spray, and wiped them with a tissue. After the smell was probably gone, I changed into new socks from the store and picked out a pair of leather boots that fit my size.

Just when I was about to put on my vest and go out to return to the hotel, I heard several dull sounds coming from deep in the street. The sounds were unclear, but they seemed very urgent.

That was gunfire.

Just as I ran out of the store, I bumped into a search team.

I looked at them holding weapons in their hands, and each of them was carrying a heavy backpack, which might be filled with food. When I saw this, I was stunned for a moment, and then turned my attention to the backpacks of this group of people.

"There are actually people here!" The leader held the weapon maliciously, and then shouted to the people behind him: "Hey! Guys, look what we found?"

"A lost little poor thing," a young woman chimed in mockingly.

I watched their arrogance becoming more and more arrogant. When there were so many people and I was alone, the first reaction in my mind was to run quickly.

"Calm down, guys..." I said with a forced smile.

"Look at him, he must have a lot of good things on him!" One of the men opposite said, waving a short knife in his hand.

Seeing this, I raised my hands above my head and slowly moved back.

"Hey! Kid!" the leader yelled at me: "Hand over all the good things you have!"

I sped up my retreat because the group on the opposite side had already drawn their weapons and started walking towards me. Under such circumstances, what can I say? They were numerous and menacing.

One person has a knife, no matter how you look at it, you can't afford to offend him.

"Uh...gentlemen..." I said with a wry smile: "In order to prevent violence, I think it's best for you not to catch up."

My joke caused a burst of laughter from the other side. I could see that they were laughing at me, at my being outnumbered, and at my overestimation of my abilities.

So they rushed up, and the first one who bore the brunt was the middle-aged man in the lead. He was carrying a short knife and had no protective gear at all. He was just wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. However, my warning fell on deaf ears as they were rushing towards me desperately.

I'm going this way.

I was wondering, could they all be short-sighted? Couldn't they see the Type 79 submachine gun on the back of my backpack?

So I could only smile bitterly and pull out the submachine gun, deliberately pulling the trigger loudly, then positioning the gun and shooting a bullet at their feet.

"Pang!" There was a crisp sound, and the sound of my gun echoed in the early morning streets. The bullet casings fell to the ground, and the group of people stopped rushing forward.

For a moment, the situation seemed very awkward.

"Holy...shit..."

They stared at my gun with serious eyes, and their steps were as stiff as if they were fixed by glue. The previous happy atmosphere completely disappeared from their bodies, and those mocking smiles condensed into embarrassing bitter smiles. I knew they were hesitating.

In the past, violent tendencies were often caused by a fever in the brain.
Chapter completed!