Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 565: The Age of Doom (16)
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The fierce fighting came faster than Dong Qing imagined.
The fighting of wild beasts is often more decisive than that of human beings. Several fierce things fight and kill them.
The living dead bit directly into the eyes of the mutant rat, and the mutant rat frequently aimed his front teeth at the throat of the living dead.
Seeing the fighting between the two creatures, gradually spreading to him, Dong Qing knew that he should run away.
Moving to the side little by little, Dong Qing intends to slip away from the shop beside the street.
The tattered fruit shop didn't even have a single vegetable leaf. It was a mess. Dong Qing's eyes lit up. He saw a transparent display window with an area of about one square meter, which he could barely pass through.
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The once prosperous Shengli Road street is now at its extreme. A series of rear-end cars blocked the main road of the street.
Many cars were scorched and lost the last point of use value. What can Dong Qing find from the car wreck that was burned to ashes?
Without staying in place, Dong Qing half-bends and walks towards the set goal.
Ten minutes later, under the eyelids cruising the living dead at both ends, Dong Qing entered the small shop dangerously and dangerously.
His petrol-scented clothes are really helpful. The living dead mainly rely on smell to find food. If the end of the world had just come, the living dead might even come to see him because of the petrol smell. Look.
But now the streets are full of scrapped cars, and the smell of gasoline makes the living dead shunned. This group of beasts are not without a little brain, and they have simple judgment capabilities.
After being fumigated by gasoline many times, these beasts will gradually move away from places with gasoline.
This small shop has changed a lot from when Dong Qing came last time. The rows of toilet paper on the window are gone, replaced by piles of paper scraps.
Dong Qing's face is a little ugly, which means that a new survivor has discovered this place.
The small shop is located in a small alley at the entrance of the community. Usually it should be doing business by a window facing the street. Now that window is blocked by the front of a rear-end car. Dong Qing thought this place was not Will be discovered.
I still can’t underestimate others, Dong Qing sighed, and he searched inside unwillingly.
The small shop is a place where things are sold no matter what, he didn't believe it, and it was emptied by others in just three days.
Although there was only a little thing when he came last time...
The hard work paid off. When Dong Qing was looking for food, he touched an iron plate hidden under the table.
"Hey!" The sound of the iron plate hitting the ground made Dong Qing discover this hidden place.
There is an iron lock hanging on the iron plate. Is that right? Dong Qing pulled out the slender crowbar he carried from his sleeve, and Dong Qing stuffed the crowbar into the iron lock clasp, rubbing a twist with his arms hard .
"Huh!" Dong Qing's face flushed red, using all his strength.
"Papa!" With a sound, the iron lock was destroyed from within.
"Huhu" Dong Qing gasped and recovered, his wound had just been torn open again.
There was a bit of tingling pain in the tearing, which did not slow down Dong Qing's hand much. After regaining his strength, he hurriedly lifted the iron plate, and there was a cubic space below.
With an area of one square meter and a height of 1.5 meters, this seems to be a small temporary warehouse for the store.
Dong Qing's face flushed with excitement, because he saw three bags of white noodles and two boxes of ham.
Without eating meat for more than two months, Dong Qing's mouth all faded out, and he picked up two ham sausages and ate them in three or two bites like a starving ghost reborn.
Two sticks of ham intestines just make Dong Qing's abdomen slightly warm. He dare not eat too much, which will affect his running speed.
Looking at the bags of noodles, Dong Qing was worried. The bag of noodles is estimated to be 40 or 50 kilograms. He can move his back, but he doesn't have to run away with this stuff on his back. He goes directly to the living dead. Just wait for death.
Finally thinking for a few seconds, Dong Qing pulled out a plastic bag from his backpack and filled him with a bag full.
For such a plastic bag of flour, Dong Qing estimated that it would only be enough for the three of them to eat three or four meals. Even if one meal a day, they would finish it quickly.
A thing called greed breeds in Dong Qing's heart.
Gritting his teeth, he installed another plastic bag, and Dong Qing put the flour of the two plastic bags into the bag on his back.
After putting his back on his back, Dong Qing shrugged, a little heavy, which undeniably affected part of his running speed.
In addition to flour, Dong Qing took out two bundles of ham from the box.
Xiaoya is hungry and thin, and the little girl Zhao Zhenzhen is severely malnourished. Dong Qing feels it is necessary for them to make up for it.
After finishing all this, Dong Qing covered the cellar with flour and ham sausage again with an iron plate.
Everyone is selfish before the end. In order to prevent this place from being discovered by others again, Dong Qing struggled to move a broken sofa over and press down on the iron plate.
The small shop is very messy and messy everywhere. If you don’t keep a snack, you may not really notice where the broken sofa is.
Dong Qing can only bet, and the survivors who came here did not notice this change.
The food was found, and the water was another problem. Dong Qing went on looking for it.
In the past three days, the gang that came to this small shop should be a big gang. The last time he came, he saw a bucket of Guofu Mountain Spring. Now he can't even see the shadow of a bucket.
A small gang with only one or two people can’t move such a big bucket unless they don’t want to eat, but only take water.
They may be survivors in the community, and only they can have a high probability of knowing the location of this small shop.
Bottled drinking water Dong Qing almost turned over the shelves, but still couldn't find a bottle, he finally touched the toilet of this small shop.
In the heart not to let it go, Dong Qing opened the toilet lid and checked it again.
There is water!
A little bit of clear water appeared in the sink.
Dong Qing hurriedly took out two bottles and a straw, ready to fetch water.
The water in the toilet sink should be a little bit before the end of the world. After two months, only the last shallow layer will be evaporated.
Fortunately, it is winter now, otherwise the water will evaporate faster.
In the end, he barely received a bottle and a half, and Dong Qing couldn't drink any more water.
The toilet is completely dry.
The surprise that this bathroom gave Dong Qing did not know. In the paper pump beside the toilet, he found half a roll of unused toilet paper.
Xiaoya used rags for her menstrual affairs last month. Counting the days, my aunt is coming this month too. This half roll of toilet paper is just right.
She also stuffed the toilet paper into her own bag. Dong Qing looked at the sky and knew that he should go.
The journey out is as thrilling as the journey.
Dong Qing still paid for his greed. As he passed through a small alley, the small sound of bulging kumba rubbing against the wall attracted the attention of the living dead.
Besides, after so long, the smell of gasoline on his body has soon cleared away. The living dead shrugged his nose, and then rushed into the alley.
Dong Qing, who was hiding in a corner of the alley, cursed secretly and ran away.
Two bags of flour in plastic bags and two bottles of water slowed Dong Qing's speed a little at this time. Such a speed is the difference between life and death.
Feeling the more and more fishy smell on the living dead behind him, Dong Qing's soul went wild.
There is a corner in front. If he can't get rid of the living dead, he will most likely face a group of living dead chasing after he rushes out instead of one.
Dong Qing's mind was clearer than ever before in the critical moment.
This time, the burning bottle prepared by Dong Qing in advance reflects its usefulness.
He hurriedly took out the burning bottle from the small bag on his waist.
Regardless of whether he would light himself, who also had gasoline residue on his body, Dong Qing pressed the lighter several times before igniting the toilet paper on the bottle mouth.
"Go to death!" Dong Qing whispered, and with a flick of his right arm, he smashed the burning bottle in mid-air at the living dead.
"Boom." The moment the thin gasoline touched the living dead, it began to burn violently.
Dong Qing's quasi-head is good. He hit the bullseye. The living dead whose head was roasted by the hot flames fell into chaos for a while.
It ran left and right, trying to extinguish the flame on its head, but no matter how it swayed, the flame would not dissipate.
Dong Qing here didn’t please. He was caught on fire. A ray of flames appeared on his shoulders. Watching the flames spread all over him through the remaining gasoline, Dong Qing decisively lay down on the ground. Then the messy soil began to roll.
Wisdom is much more useful than brute force. When Dong Qing extinguished the flame on his body, the living dead over there had been roasted half-cooked, and they slumped there motionless.
The head is the only weakness of the living dead, and I am afraid that this living dead is already horrible.
In the alley, Dong Qing was fighting with the living dead. Many cruising living dead began to approach here. Dong Qing endured the burns on his shoulders and the old wounds on his back, gritted his teeth and left here.
Fortunately, it's just an ordinary living dead, not the gecko-like speed living dead he injured on the first day.
Dong Qing, who escaped after the catastrophe, used the intricate shop facades on both sides of the street and car wreckage to flee towards home.
Back to the crossroad again. An hour ago, there were three mutant rats and four living dead fighting fiercely. An hour later, there was nothing but black and red blood on the ground. Things.
It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Dong Qing raised his foot to leave. Next to the well cover, he saw a small human skull, which was the brain of the living dead.
Whether the living dead won in the end, or the mutant mouse won, it's not his business, now he just wants to run home and get a good night's sleep.
The sky is getting darker, I looked at my watch, the pointer is pointing to 7:10, he has been out for nearly four hours, and if he doesn't go back, Xiaoya and the others should worry about themselves.
Taking heavy steps, Dong Qing returned to their courtyard.
As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Dong Qing's hairs stood up. He saw a terrifying mutant animal the size of a yellow calf lying in the middle of the courtyard. Why did the mutant dog Ahuang come here?