Mu Su approached the fence, reached out and groped the dead zombies with his hands, and smeared the semi-coagulated blood on their clothes.
Several old, weak, sick and disabled people came around, and Mu Su turned to the other side and continued to repeat the above actions.
During the smearing process, the zombies originally surrounding Mu Su gradually moved away and wandered unconsciously in the room.
A few minutes later, blood stains covered the school uniform and exposed skin, and even his hair was sprinkled with some minced meat. Now, he was almost exactly the same as these zombies, even more zombies than zombies - most zombies were not so dirty.
"AIC, can you block my sense of smell?" Mu Su was so fuzzy by the smell that she couldn't open her eyes.
[Item: fist. Attack power: weak. How to use: Hit yourself on the nose.]
Mu Su snorted mockingly: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child? If I get a nosebleed, it will be in vain."
Aic doesn't matter, Mu Suxin said it should stink if it smells bad. He looked like he had just crawled out of a sea of blood and walked up to a zombie. He purposely stretched out his arm and shook it in front of the zombie's mouth.
"Uh-huh——"
The zombie's cloudy eyes were blank, he groaned, ignored his arms, and wandered around in a different direction.
So why has no one thought of such a genius idea of pretending to be a zombie in a zombie movie?
Mu Su thought narcissistically and came to the cell door and pulled hard.
The cell door didn't move at all.
He was confused, the door was still locked... How did Kayako get out before? Did he go through the wall?
Mu Su's black eyes gradually narrowed, realizing that things were by no means that simple.
…
There are a few zombies wandering within reach.
There is only a fence separating them from them, and there is a figure covered in blood.
Cries, screams, gunshots, sirens. The chaotic sounds were mixed together and faintly came from the ventilated window.
The figure knelt on one knee, and the ball of clothes in front of him was turned into rags as he tore them hard.
The figure turned a deaf ear to the zombies and concentrated on tying the rags together to form a simple rope.
After everything was done, he held up the cloth rope with both hands and wrapped it around his red and swollen neck like a scarf.
After a circle, the figure was seen shaking his hands, letting both ends of the rag wrap around the account, and then a terrifying scene happened!
The figure's palms suddenly exerted force on both sides, and the rags drooping beside him immediately straightened, wrapping around his neck and tightening!
His arms began to tremble due to excessive exertion, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, veins appeared like a ripe shrimp.
The figure opens its mouth in vain, like stranded rain unable to breathe.
His ears were filled with buzzing sounds, and gradually, pictures once passed through his mind quickly.
Several scenes suddenly merged into a mess of memories. In the scene, Kayako approached the fence, and then...
That’s it!
Mu Su physically let go of his arms and collapsed to the ground, his face pressed against the cold cement floor, not wanting to move.
After breathing for a few minutes and resting, Mu Su struggled to get up, threw away the rag still wrapped around his neck, stumbled to the cell door, and reached out to push it.
Squeak——
There was a sharp friction sound of metal, and the door was pushed open easily.
The revolving lantern changes your life and is your best choice when you can't remember a certain memory.
A zombie at the door was startled by the noise and turned around to look.
It faced Mu Su, but the focus of its pupils was not on Mu Su.
Mu Su walked past it, but instead of leaving from the door, he walked in front of the female zombie in a short skirt. He stretched out his hands, grabbed both sides of the skirt and lifted it up hard!
The model's smooth crotch like a mannequin is exposed, and there isn't even a penis that can be used to smell or wear on your head!
I knew it!
Mu Su gritted his teeth and grabbed a few handfuls of the female zombie's breasts unwillingly.
Feeling the female zombie look up, he mumbled a few words, "To myself...", turned around and walked away.
The police station office was in a mess, with documents scattered everywhere, tables and chairs crooked, and blood-stained and broken meat everywhere. Several zombies gathered in another corridor to eat something, and there was a crisp chewing sound.
Mu Su walked all the way to the door without incident. Some sounds that could not be heard inside suddenly amplified.
The power is still supplied. Under the dim night light, zombies are running wildly in the streets, chasing and biting the surviving humans. Or they gather in small groups, lying on the ground and biting something. From time to time, a car speeds past, or dodges.
Or knock away the zombies and walk away.
There was an unlucky guy trapped in a car on the street. Zombies surrounded him, smashed the glass, and dragged him out.
By the time Musu approached with zombie steps, the unlucky guy had already been dismembered and eaten.
Mu Su, who didn't know the way, just mingled among the zombies and walked along the street, hoping to meet a human who could ask for directions.
…
Yuko Nakano is a news anchor on a local TV station.
Her day was supposed to be like usual, she would go to Kabukicho to have a drink with a cowherd after get off work, and come home very drunk.
Instead of hiding in an office full of corpses to avoid making any noise and being heard by the living dead outside.
Yuko Nakano listened to the radio news on her mobile phone. Her colleagues inside were saying that the government and the local corporate giant Umbrella Company were actively controlling the infected population and that everything was still under control.
Nonsense.
Nakano gritted his teeth.
You cannot rely on outsiders, you can only rely on yourself.
She remembered that there was a shotgun in the director's office.
There is also a living dead who used to be the director of the station.
The office was on the same floor as the director's office, but it was impossible to walk out directly if there were zombies in the corridor. Nakano's eyes fell on the ventilation duct above his head.
Gently moving the table and chairs, Nakano took off his high heels, tore open the hem of his skirt, climbed onto the table with his long legs covered in silk stockings, and raised his head to carefully remove the cover of the ventilation duct.
She put the chair on the desk and stepped on it.
A head poked through the dark ventilation duct.
The wind mixed with the smell of blood came towards me.
Nakano did not just climb in, but came down again, came to the door, opened the locked door, and even gently opened a gap, then quickly climbed onto the table and chairs, and got into the ventilation duct.
When his legs came up, he kicked the back of the chair hard with his bare feet.
A loud piercing sound was heard, followed by a roar and chaotic footsteps, and zombies rushed in.
For the ventilation duct, Nakano used his mobile phone to illuminate it and climbed to the location in memory.
In the director's office, the cover of the ventilation duct was removed, and a figure jumped out.
The zombies were led to the office, where it was safe.
Quickly closing the door and locking it, Nakano took the shotgun off the wall, then rummaged through the desk and finally found a box of bullets of great caliber.
He found a few model magazines collected by the director and wrapped them around his arms. Loading the shotgun, Nakano rushed out of the director's room.
In the open-air parking lot below the TV station, Nakano used the parked car as a cover to quickly approach his vehicle.
After shooting the zombies blocking her way, an arm suddenly tapped her shoulder from deep in the ground.
"Where is Dongyun High School?"
"This street goes straight ahead." Nakano replied subconsciously, just as he saw a zombie running past.
This is obviously not a zombie.
Nakano woke up from a dream, and he didn't feel disgusted enough to dig into the abdomen of the zombie at his feet and smear the flesh and blood on the skin and hair.
When a harsh environment occurs, those most likely to survive are often those who adapt first.
