Every street that Tang Zheng saw was full of zombies, at least tens of thousands of them. They were wandering aimlessly at the moment, waiting for the arrival of prey, even though he had already killed more than thirty of them with his own hands.
He was only a zombie, but sitting on the wall, looking at so many ugly guys covered in blood, he still felt a little shuddering. The most important thing was that he couldn't find a way to escape.
Tang Zheng understood that it was impossible to stay trapped in the Oasis Hotel. He had to arrange a way out, but the zombies that surrounded the hotel made it difficult for him to do anything. He really didn't expect that the American citizens would also be very enthusiastic about watching.
Originally, he wanted to call more Los Angeles police to 'deliver' weapons. Fortunately, the police did come. However, the sensation caused by the huge police force attracted more onlookers. Tang Zheng even saw less than a hundred people to the west.
There are several TV station interview cars just meters away. The red wavy CNN logo printed on one car is particularly eye-catching. It is not easy for these reporters. In order to compete to get first-hand interviews and reports, most of them rely on
The courtyard wall is very close. It seems that only in this way can the audience watching the live TV feel that they are professional enough and the report is more authentic.
However, those beautiful female reporters wearing OL uniforms have turned into zombies at this moment, holding the microphone cord in their hands and wandering around. They sometimes bump into police cars, but they will not hide immediately until bang bang bang
After a few hard collisions and it turns out that you really can't get past it, you will turn around and change the direction of your wandering.
"Well? Won't the noise made by zombies attract other zombies?" Tang Zheng noticed this episode and quickly turned his head, looking for similar examples.
There are many zombies on the street, but apart from the sizzling footsteps of those soles scraping the road, it is unusually quiet. After all, they don't speak or breathe. Besides the noises such as car horns and engines, etc., it is estimated that the streets at this moment
The volume is only thirty decibels.
Occasionally, zombies would make some loud noises, such as crashing into telephone poles and breaking the windows of shops on both sides of the street, but the zombies did not react and continued to wander around separately.
Tang Zheng jumped down, found a few stones, returned to the wall, and threw them out with all his strength.
Click, click, click. The stone hit the road and rolled out. The sound was not loud, but the zombies nearby turned their heads, as if they were looking for support. After seeing the stone, they lost interest.
Tang Zheng changed his position and threw another stone. With a crash, this time the stone broke the glass and hit a street shop seventy meters away.
The zombies near the store were alarmed, and they immediately jogged over and pounced directly inside. Seeing this situation, Tang Zheng got the hang of it, but he still had to prepare some tools, so he jumped off the wall and headed towards the left side of the backyard.
Walking past the row of bungalows, this is the warehouse of the Oasis Hotel. Through the glass windows, you can see all kinds of sundries stored inside.
The warehouse door was unlocked, leaving only a small gap. Tang Zheng guessed that there might be someone inside, so he held the Remington m870 in his right hand, pulled the left door edge with his left hand, slowly backed up, and opened the warehouse door.
Sure enough, there were three ordinary zombies inside. They heard the noise and ran out. However, Tang Zheng was not stressed. He held the gun with both hands and calmly waited for the zombies to rush five meters in front of him before pulling the trigger.
Bang, with the dazzling muzzle flash, a zombie with half of its body flying backwards. Tang Zheng pulled the handle hard with his left hand, loaded the bullet with a click, fired again, and with a "ting" sound, the bullet was thrown.
In the crisp copper sound of the shell, another zombie was blown away, but because the distance was too close, Tang Zheng did not miss the target, but the third zombie had already rushed in front of him.
Facing the zombie's hands grabbing his cheeks, Tang Zheng remained calm. After loading the gun, he directly thrust the barrel of the gun into the zombie's open mouth. Due to the excessive force, several bloody teeth immediately flew into the air.
"Goodbye!" Tang Zheng showed a regretful expression in a playful manner, and then decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, half of the zombie's head was blown away, and white brains and red blood spilled out like water, splashing everywhere.
"Call it done." After refilling the Remington magazine with bullets, Tang Zheng began to move the one-meter-wide wooden boxes. They seemed to contain porcelain, but regardless of his business, all he needed was to build a convenient
Climb the box stairs on the wall.
There were a lot of boxes. For safety reasons, Tang Zheng built five stairs around the courtyard wall before giving up. Then he started looking for other useful tools in the warehouse, pulled out a three-meter-long one from the pile of metal water pipes in the corner, and then
I opened my travel bag, took out the extreme-force survival straight knife I got from the security room, and used a roll of wide transparent tape to wrap tightly around the top of the metal water pipe to make a long gun.
Several ropes were also found. Tang Zheng tied several rope ends into tight knots and connected them together, then coiled them into a circle, hung them on his shoulders, and left the warehouse.
Climbing up the box stairs and hiding behind the wall, Tang Zheng only exposed half of his head, observing whether there was a suitable place to lay a trap. The number of zombies was relatively small. Even if the trap failed and alarmed them, he had to ensure that he would not
When being besieged, the prey must be valuable, preferably police zombies carrying MP5 submachine guns or M4A1 carbines. Of course, just carrying a pistol is better than nothing.
"Don't catch those zombies wearing thick firefighting suits. It's too hard to kill." Tang Zheng muttered and selected the zombies on the west side of the courtyard wall, probably to protect the TV station staff.
The police equipment here is generally better, and they are closer to the backyard.
Tie a thick knot at the end of the rope, then pass the entire rope through it to form a ring, and a simple lasso is made. Tang Zheng imitates the Western cowboy and swung it a few times, preparing to throw it to
On the opposite street, it was a pity that it failed. Because I had not practiced, the circle of the lasso could not be turned at all, let alone thrown out.
But stupid people have stupid ways. Tang Zheng wrapped the Ontario Eighteen Chop with transparent tape at the end of the noose, like a sinking object in a fishing net, and then threw it out with force. He didn't dare to look at the landing point, but quickly
He lowered his head and hid behind the courtyard wall.
Eighteen chops hit the street with a clang, and the zombies immediately turned their heads. After finding no trace of humans, they continued to wander around.
"It seems feasible." Tang Zheng squatted on the stairs of the box, with only two eyes exposed to observe the effect of the trap. After confirming that it would not attract a group of zombies, all he had to do now was how to get one of them into the noose.
, pull it over.
The distance was nearly a hundred meters. Even Tang Zheng's strength, which was strengthened by the golden seeds, could not throw the rope and the lasso. It was only fifty meters at most.
"Could it be like fishing, setting a noose and waiting for zombies to come nearby to take the bait? Then we have to wait until the year of the monkey." After all, zombies wander around irregularly, Tang Zheng complained, and began to worry again.
He lay on the courtyard wall, looking at the zombies, trying to find a solution.
It's not that Tang Zheng never thought about making some noise, attracting the zombies, and then taking advantage of the three-meter-high wall to stab them to death one by one with a spear. However, he quickly rejected this proposal. Ordinary zombies do jump.
If they don't come up, what about the specially infected people? There are tens of thousands of zombies on the street, and the probability of a few specially infected people is too high. The wall is not a problem for them, and Tang Zheng doesn't want to make fun of his life.