doomsday escape

Chapter 5: Ability

When he heard the roar, the old man didn't panic, and he didn't even show any surprise. He slowly moved to the door, gently put his hand on the door, and murmured a few words in a low voice as if to comfort him.

The old man's whisper seemed to have some kind of magic power. The roars of the zombies gradually became deeper, and the sounds of hitting and slapping gradually disappeared, while his body seemed more and more stooped and weak.

It wasn't until the door became quiet again that the old man returned tiredly to the other side of the Wanghe River, sinking his body deeply into the sofa. A few drops of transparent liquid slid across his weathered face and landed on his blood-stained collar.

When Wang He woke up again, the drowsiness hovering in his head had faded a lot. At least he could get up and go to the ground. He checked the time and found that two hours had passed. You must know that every extra minute wasted,

There is just one more chance of losing a loved one.

Wang He, who cares about his family, really can't blame the old man. Who would blame an old man who lends a helping hand to a stranger?

Even if his loved ones were in danger, but the other party didn't know about it, not to mention that he was really seriously injured. Even if he rushed out at that time, he still didn't know whether he could find anyone, and maybe he would get in again.

As the saying goes, medicine is not as good as food, and food is not as good as sleep. Wang He, who had slept for two hours, felt very energetic. He looked at the old man sitting on the sofa opposite. He was like a clay sculpture, sitting quietly in the dark.

, without saying a word.

In addition to the pungent smell of disinfectant, there was also a vague aroma of food in the air. After thinking about it carefully, Wang He realized that he had not eaten for eight or nine hours. When he smelled the aroma of food, he suddenly felt like he was going crazy with hunger.

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"Gulu!" His stomach growled unsatisfactorily, but luckily in the darkness, he couldn't tell that his face was already red.

"Eat, it's prepared for you." In the darkness, the old man on the sofa opposite suddenly said softly, pointing to the coffee table in front of Wang He.

There is a bowl of instant noodles on the coffee table. The noodle bowl is soaked in a basin of hot water. It is still warm to the touch. The noodles are already soaked and soft. It has obviously been soaked for a long time and has been kept in hot water to keep it warm.

inside.

Wang He was not polite when he arrived. He ate the soft noodles like porridge in three gulps and divided them by two. The taste may not be the same, but what he ate was very sweet.

"Uncle, thank you, but I have to go."

Wang He couldn't waste any more time, so he stood up and thanked the old man, then walked out. After walking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around with a complicated expression and said: "Uncle, let's go together, this is not the case."

A long hiding place."

"Crack!"

As the old man turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, a beam of light swept around. Only then did Wang He realize that this place turned out to be a convenience store, but there were a few sofas and coffee tables placed by the back door deep in the convenience store, making him mistakenly believe that

I thought this was an ordinary house.

"I don't know where you are going in such a hurry. There is food and drink here. It's not a bad idea to take a temporary refuge." The old man sat on the sofa and never changed his position. He turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone and asked in confusion.

The sky outside was full of man-eating monsters, and everyone was trying their best to find a place where they could temporarily escape danger. However, this young man was in a hurry to leave regardless of the danger.

"I have to go home quickly

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, Goodbye uncle." Wang He was originally worried that the old man would not be able to survive a few days without supplies here alone. But since there was enough food and the other party had no intention of leaving, he did not hesitate and turned around to leave.

However, as soon as he opened the aluminum alloy door, the scene outside made Wang He quickly close the door. There were four or five zombies outside the door. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and closed the door without being noticed by these zombies. Otherwise, there would be consequences.

Unimaginable.

"What's wrong?" When the old man saw Wang He return, he looked around as if he was looking for something, but still didn't get up. He just asked curiously: "Did you lose something?"

Wang He originally wanted to find someone who could take advantage of him. The roller shutter of the convenience store door had been closed, and there might be more zombies outside. The aluminum alloy back door was the only way out, and he planned to give it a try.

"There are zombies outside! Uncle, do you have anything that can be used as a weapon?" Wang He picked up a stool, but the plastic material had no lethality at all, so he put it down helplessly. He looked at the shelves without giving up.

products on.

"Weapons?" the old man said in shock: "I am just a convenience store, how can I have any weapons..."

Wang He stood in front of a row of merchandise. There were fruit knives with short blunt ends, small scissors for children, pins, and thumbtacks. There was almost nothing available here. He picked up a washboard, waved it a few times, and fell down.

The plastic material lying on it was almost broken.

"Alas!" Wang He threw away the washboard in frustration. Even the shelves were connected with steel pipes differently from other convenience stores. They were made of old wooden groove boards and fixed with a few pieces of angle iron. They were bulky, ugly and impractical.

Nothing but cheap.

Even if the shelves are dismantled, what effect will these wooden boards have on the zombies? I am afraid that the wooden boards will break first if they are smashed.

After looking around, it seemed that he had searched everything except the room with a door inside. Wang He walked straight towards the room. He didn't believe that he couldn't find even a sturdy wooden stick.

"What are you doing?"

The old man who had been sitting still on the sofa suddenly stood up and took a few steps to block the door, preventing Wang He from opening the door.

Wang He was stunned, and then he realized that this was the old man's convenience store. It would be rude to browse around without his permission, so he said politely: "Uncle, I just want to find something that I can find, and I won't mess around."

To get your stuff."

"No, it's not here, look for it elsewhere." The old man changed his amiable demeanor, and his lowered voice became thicker. He was restless and wanted to drive away Wang He and stay away from this room where his little secret was hidden.

The old man's 180-degree attitude really made Wang He a little annoyed, but after all, this was the other party's territory, and he had saved his own life. Even if the other party was an old man in his fifties or sixties, who in his eyes was extremely weak, he was really

I can't do anything violent to an old man.

In desperation, he turned around and started looking elsewhere. At his wits' end, Wang He even picked up a few bottles of beer. If it didn't work, he planned to go out and fight with the beer bottles.

"Brother, why are you so anxious to go out and fight those monsters? Can you tell me?"

The old man looked at Wang He's every move. It didn't look like he was just pretending. He really wanted to go out and fight. What was the reason that made a man risk his life to rush out and face those terrible man-eating monsters.

"I have to go home quickly. My father and children are still at home. There is too much time delay..."

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Wang He squatted on the ground dejectedly, covering his aching head, and roughly recounted the incident.

"Uncle, what would you do if it were you? Would you abandon your family and ignore it?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment. Looking at his silence, he suddenly smiled, patted Wang He on the shoulder and said, "You and I really look alike..."

Then the old man seemed to think about it again, turned around to face the room, and gently touched the wooden door.

His expression was very tangled, as if hesitating or worrying about something. The brows on his old face were furrowed, the corners of his wrinkled eyes were moist, and his strong eyes could no longer conceal the deep sadness revealed.

Wang He didn't understand what was going on with this old man. His attitude changed so quickly. Sometimes he was kind and kind, and sometimes he was cold and angry. Now he had this expression, as if he was about to cry in grief.

"Uncle! You..."

He didn't know if something he said was wrong. He was about to offer words of comfort when he saw the old man turned around and waved his hand. He wiped his face with his rough palm and gave Wang He a slight smile.

"What a joke! Haha." After calming down, he continued: "Actually, there is still a way out..."

Wang He was delighted when he heard this: "There is another way? Could it be behind this door?"

The old man nodded and said to Wang He: "There is a toolbox next to the window sill in the room. There may be things that can be used as weapons. Outside the window is a small courtyard. There are usually no people. There should not be many zombies. It's not far away.

Open the gate and go out to the street."

"Uncle, you..." Wang He didn't understand why the old man was not only unwilling to leave, but also stopped himself since he could leave by climbing over the window sill behind the door.

"I don't have the strength in my body now to climb over windows and walls, and I can't run, let alone inside...sigh..."

The old man shook his head, gave a self-deprecating smile, sighed, and then emphasized: "Remember, as soon as the door opens, go in quickly, find something and leave through the window, no matter what you see, don't worry about me."

Seeing Wang He nod, the old man held the door handle, took a deep breath, and made a decision before twisting it hard.

"Ouch!" Two zombies rushed out. The old man stepped forward at a speed that was inconsistent with his age. He quickly avoided the zombies' attacks. He pressed his palms on the heads of the two zombies and murmured in a low voice.

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When the zombies jumped out, Wang He was startled. He almost kicked him out as a reflex. The old man flew forward to block between him and the zombies, and then he held back forcefully.

When he saw the old man pressing his palm against the zombie's forehead, he almost couldn't help but go to help, for fear that the old man would be bitten.

The strange thing is that the zombies seemed to have been cast by a restraining spell, and they stood there motionless. It was only possible to judge from the occasional twitching muscles that they were not dead yet.

"He can actually control the zombies!" Wang He was shocked when he saw this, and couldn't help but turn his attention to the old man. He saw that the old man with his eyes closed and whispering seemed to be a little older, and even his hair had turned gray.

After all, the light was too dark, and he was not sure whether the old man's appearance had really changed. Seeing that this uncle actually had such a magical ability, he was relieved, and hurriedly entered the room and went straight to the window sill, where he found it under a table next to the window sill.

toolbox.

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