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Chapter 8 Don't trust anyone in the last days

Chapter 8 Don’t trust anyone in the last days

Within a week, many people's food reserves at home had been eaten up. The timid ones continued to drink rice porridge, while the brave ones formed gangs and went out together to look for supplies.

Three teams have gathered among the owners, one of which belongs to Liang Yingsheng's building.

After checking the time, Liang Yingsheng squatted on the balcony in advance with a telescope. Soon, she saw four strong men coming out of another unit in the opposite building.

The four people's arms and legs were wrapped with cloth strips, and two of them were wearing helmets.

Each person held a kitchen knife in their hand, but the group was discovered by zombies as soon as they walked less than a hundred meters.

The two people walking behind were frightened and ran back. The remaining two people were slower. One had been thrown to the ground by the zombies, and the other was about to reach the gate downstairs, but the two teammates were afraid.

He was stunned and locked out of the door.

Soon, he was knocked down by the zombies that were chasing him, and blood spattered everywhere.

Even though he had been reborn eight times and witnessed such a scene with his own eyes, Liang Yingsheng could not help but be shocked.

This is the human heart.

As long as those two people open the door, even if it is just a crack, he will not die.

"sister……"

Taking a deep breath, Liang Yingsheng looked at his fragile brother, "Liang Zhimo, I'm warning you again, don't trust anyone in the apocalypse."

Among the owners, the two teams that originally planned to set off later found excuses to decline, and many people scolded the two men for being selfish.

At this time, the knock on the door sounded in vain.

After looking at each other with Liang Zhimo, Liang Yingsheng turned on the surveillance camera installed in advance and instantly saw the woman standing at the door.

It was Yang Xianglian, a resident on the same floor as her, who was famous for her long tongue.

There are four households on each floor of the community, but Liang Yingsheng only lives in three households on this floor. She, Yang Xianglian, and an elderly couple went on a trip last month.

"Is Miss Liang here? We have no food at home and want to buy some from you."

I bumped into Yang Xianglian when I went home. Now it is obviously unrealistic to pretend that no one is at home.

When no one responded, the knock on the door became louder. In a daze, Liang Yingsheng even felt that the zombies downstairs were stirring.

This idiot!

Afraid that Yang Xianglian would continue to knock on the door, Liang Yingsheng pressed against the door and replied: "Sorry, no."

"No way, I even caught you carrying two big boxes home on the night of the 17th!"

Liang Yingsheng became a little impatient, "Sanitary napkin, what, does Aunt Yang need it?"

Through the surveillance camera, Liang Yingsheng could see the embarrassed look on Yang Xianglian's face.

"You and your brother are both young people and you probably like to stock up on food. You can sell me some. It's not like I won't pay you."

"No, Aunt Yang, if you are not afraid of attracting zombies, you can continue to knock on the door."

Seeing that Liang Yingsheng had no intention of opening the door, Yang Xianglian cursed and left.

In addition to her and her husband, Yang Xianglian's family also has an uneducated son who is still living at home in his thirties.

However, her husband retired from a public institution and had a high pension, and the couple doted on their children, so they felt there was nothing wrong with keeping them.

At this moment, the family’s grain harvest must have been eaten up by his son, right?

"Sister, I think that Aunt Yang will come again."

"Huh, sure."

Fortunately, when she bought supplies, she put them directly into the space. If Yang Xianglian found out about carrying them with bare hands, the whole neighborhood would probably know that she had a lot of supplies.

As the temperature gradually rises, there are more and more power outages, and from time to time, there are even water outages.

Liang Yingsheng checked the power of all charging devices again and filled the containers at home with water.

Immediately, Liang Zhimo and I dug a deep hole in our personal space and moved the septic tank we had prepared before to build a toilet.

(End of chapter)


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