Eddie took a deep breath, as if to drain all the air out of the room. Before he could even scream, his huge fear and survival instinct drove him to run in the opposite direction.
The ward has two doors. A big spider jumped out from the front door. Eddie could also run to the back door. He grabbed the door and rushed into the corridor, and then found two zombies at the end of the corridor and the corner of the stairs.
Knowing that there was no chance of going down the stairs, Eddie simply rushed into the opposite room, closed the door, and locked it. He turned around and saw the large cabinet placed against the wall.
Eddie used all his strength to drag the cabinet over and push it against the door. As expected, the spider monster refused to give up and kept knocking on the door with its two obviously alienated front legs.
Eddie is not afraid that it can break the door. Spiders are not good at doing this kind of thing in terms of body structure. Although this spider is big, it is not so big that it is exaggerated. The heavy iron cabinet can withstand it for a while.
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But what worries Eddie the most is that its knocking on the door will attract zombies at the end of the corridor, or even zombies on the entire floor.
This hospital is located in the suburbs of New York. Eddie has never been there, but it can be seen from the basic facilities that this is a quite old hospital, so the inpatient department is not large. If it keeps knocking like this, the zombies will definitely break through the door.
And enter.
Eddie stood in the room and looked around. He found that this should be the doctor's office on duty. The room was only about one-third the size of the ward, with a large cabinet and a large desk taking up most of the area.
The curtains in the office were ajar. Eddie quickly stepped forward and opened the curtains. To his great surprise, there was a tree outside the window, and there was nothing under the tree. As long as he jumped from the window to the tree, there would be nothing.
I can escape this damn hospital.
Eddie glanced back at the door. He clearly heard the footsteps of zombies getting closer and closer. Although he would never be able to adapt to jumping out of the window, at this critical moment of life and death, his desire to survive clearly defeated his fear. He exerted all his strength
opened the window.
But after the curtains were opened, bright moonlight came in, and Eddie saw a newspaper on the desk before turning his head back.
Out of the reporter's professional habit, Eddie's eyes stayed on it for two or three seconds, and then he was attracted by the picture of the news on the front page. There was a huge purple cloud in the sky, and then something fell from above.
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Time was running out and Eddie couldn't read the newspaper leisurely here, so he rushed forward, stuffed the newspaper into his arms, took a deep breath and jumped out the window.
Although Eddie couldn't climb trees, it was not difficult to grab everything he could in a panic. He successfully hung himself on a branch of the big tree, and then stretched out his legs with all his strength.
Enough for another shorter tree branch.
Just like this, he moved himself down bit by bit, and after his feet landed on the ground again, Eddie felt tears filling his eyes.
This was a fantastic adventure for a person with a fear of heights. He actually escaped from a place as high as the eighth floor through this method?!
But he didn't have time to be happy at all. He couldn't stand at the commanding heights and overlook the zombies' movements, which meant that every enemy here was a hidden mine for him, and it was difficult to avoid them in advance.
Moreover, the zombies in this universe are simply versatile. They can run fast, have great strength, and are difficult to kill. They are not as stupid as those portrayed in various zombie movies and TV shows, and they occasionally divide labor and cooperate.
He can't run away and he can't fight. Eddie now understands why there are zombies everywhere. I'm afraid that the time for human resistance is very short. There are doubts about whether there are survivors. Eddie is pessimistic about this.
But compared to "how to get there", "where to go" is also a big question. Normally, you should find a safe base first, but in this case it is unlikely that a place is completely safe. You can only take one step at a time.
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At this time, Eddie remembered the newspaper he got from the duty room. He took out the crumpled newspaper from his arms and saw clearly what was written on it. The headline on the front page was printed with a line of large characters, "Unidentified Flight"
An object landed in the center of New York, is it a visit from aliens or a secret experiment by the military?”
Eddie frowned and read the entire report as quickly as possible, but just like every issue of the Global Times, all the exciting content was in the title, and the text had no nutrition at all.
Fortunately, the reporter at least explained the time and place when the UFO crashed. Eddie calculated based on the date in the newspaper that the UFO crashed about twenty days ago, and the crash location was in New York's Central Park.
Eddie himself has a strong curiosity. He really wants to know whether the zombie outbreak is related to the crash of the UFO, and he believes that if Schiller also arrives in this universe, he will definitely follow this news.
When he got to Central Park, he could ask Schiller what was going on.
Schiller was currently squatting in the ventilation duct.
The ventilation ducts in Stark Tower are quite advanced and have a large space. There is a lot of space above the vents, which can even allow an adult male to squat here.
Schiller held a round-bottomed flask in his hand. He opened the cover of the vent and threw the round-bottomed flask down.
With a "crash", the flask was completely shattered. The witch who was kneeling on the ground and crying suddenly stood up like a madman and rushed towards the sound.
This is the other end of the power distribution room. The witch would have to cross the entire room to rush over. But just as she was waving her claws wildly and roaring as she rushed towards here, a figure quietly slipped into the power distribution room.
About ten minutes ago, Stark told Schiller his plan. To put it simply, one person would get into the ventilation duct of the compartment upstairs and make some noise to attract the monster, and the other person would take the opportunity to get it.
battery.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been Stark who made the noise, while Schiller would sneak in, but as soon as he mentioned that Schiller was approaching the witch, Stark went crazy first.
Another reason Schiller agreed to this arrangement was that no one knew whether the battery was charged or not.
Logically speaking, the backup battery in the power distribution room of Stark Tower must have power, but in this situation no one can guarantee that everything will be as usual, so if there is no power, only Stark knows the power supply in the power distribution room.
Where is the battery charging place and what interface is used.
They were very lucky, all the batteries were charged, and the sound of breaking flasks attracted the witch for a short while, and Stark took out four batteries.
Of course, Stark Industries' batteries are not ordinary batteries. Although they are not Ark reactors, they can adjust various output modes.
Stark simply adjusted the battery, and used the wires he found upstairs to make a simple cage. He then used his body to feed the tiger to lure the ghost out. It didn't take long for the hanged ghost to be lured into the cage and powered on.
Locked up.
After the ghost entered the cage and was locked up, there was only a hazy shadow left, which looked a bit like a mirage. Stark turned to look at Schiller and asked: "How are you going to eat it?"
Schiller answered him with actions. He stood in front of the cage door. When the power went out, he stretched out his hand to grab it, opened his mouth and bit it down.
A scream that hit his auditory nerve echoed in Stark's mind, and Stark felt like he had been punched in the head.
But Schiller grabbed the hazy phantom and devoured it one bite after another. Stark wanted to get a closer look at the phantom, but his finger was almost bitten off in the next second.
He retracted his hand with a "swish", and Schiller withdrew his murderous gaze and continued to concentrate on eating. The shadow was not big, and he finished it in a few dozen seconds.
Schiller wiped his mouth, looked at Stark and said, "Still hungry."
Seeing the still strong appetite in Schiller's eyes, Stark couldn't say no, so he could only say: "Okay, let's catch another one, let's catch the female ghost."
In less than ten minutes, the female ghost also entered Schiller's stomach, followed closely by the clown ghost, the old lady ghost, the child ghost, the headless ghost, the drowned ghost...
About half an hour later, Stark held out a finger to Schiller and said: "The last one, this must be the last one! Schiller, we still have business to do, we have to save Spider-Man!"
Schiller stared at him for half a minute, and Stark was very used to this kind of gaze. Schiller had just used this focused gaze to break one "last" promise after another, and this time he was determined
Not wavering.
Half a minute later, Schiller could only look away with hesitation, nodded reluctantly, and then he swallowed again and said: "That alien..."
Stark sighed helplessly and said: "We can catch them to eat on the road, but you have to promise not to eat anything else when we move!"
Schiller and Stark's eyes fell on the row of tooth marks in front of the cage door.
Schiller nodded reluctantly, as if the meal had restored his consciousness a little, so just when Stark was about to hunt ghosts again, he spoke.
"Do you know where Spider-Man is?"
"do you know?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "But when I was walking through the ventilation ducts, I saw a newspaper headline in an office, which said that something fell in New York's Central Park."
"Very good, then we will set off there, but the first step is to find a car."
"Aren't you going to make a suit?"
Stark sighed and said: "There are only two possibilities now, either Iron Man in this world is dead, or he has also been turned into a zombie. I prefer the second one, so we can use the Stark Tower's
The system may be discovered by him."
"Why the second one?"
The movement of Stark's hand paused for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and looked at the thing he was playing with and said, "I never told Peter how much courage he has."
"I never told him. In fact, I have been charging forward and must expose myself to danger before anyone else. It's because I know that I don't have the courage to be the last person to die."
"I can't watch all my friends die in front of me." Stark squeezed the items in his hand tightly and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't dare to assume what I will do by then. I deeply understand
I know that I am not a pure and kind person, so I am particularly afraid of power."
"Even now, when faced with this situation, I may choose to accept my fate, because if I were the last conscious person, what I would think about might not be salvation, but...complete destruction."
"But Spider-Man won't." Stark raised his eyes, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes. He said: "No matter how sad and painful, he will always choose to save."
Stark raised his eyes and looked at Schiller again.
"He saves people, and I save him, because they don't know how many times they have used their companionship or even existence to save me who wanted to choose destruction in the lonely night, and save this world that is about to be destroyed."
"So even though you are like ghosts possessing Schiller, there was even a moment when you made him give up destruction and choose salvation. This is what you deserve."
Schiller looked at him silently, and after a while he said, "Then, give me the food I deserve."
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