doomsday escape

Chapter 11: Departure

Last night, the elevator did not go directly to the top floor, but stopped here. There were only two situations, either someone mutated in the elevator, or someone pressed the elevator button on the 18th floor.

But if you have the ability to send people to pick up the top leaders of the legion as soon as the incident occurs, you should not put people with obvious signs of mutation into the elevator.

Then there is only one possibility left.

Someone on the 18th floor pressed the elevator before dying. After the elevator door opened, evolved zombies attacked everyone. With the desperate protection of three special forces members, the zombies were trapped in the elevator, and others were able to walk upstairs.

The elevator door opened slowly. Wang He looked around at the elevator door and walked out of the elevator when there was no danger.

The doors on the east and west sides of the 18th floor were open. The corridors were full of bloodstains and mutilated limbs. There were a few bullet casings scattered in the thick blood on the floor. The mottled bullet holes on the walls showed that there had been

A great battle.

The strong smell of blood made Wang He unable to breathe for a moment. He walked into two houses and checked them briefly. Except for damaged furniture and a few broken corpses dressed obviously as ordinary people, he found nothing.

Then he turned and walked towards the stairs, intending to walk all the way to the top of the building.

The stairs on the even-numbered floors were on the west side. The door of the stairs was stained with blood. Wang He gently opened the door and saw two corpses lying outside.

One was on the stairs leading up, his right arm was missing and he was holding a gun in his left hand. The other was leaning against the door, dressed like an old man.

"Aunt Hao!" Wang He's eyes were splitting. The old man lying on the ground was the nanny at home. He quickly squatted down and helped the old man to check. Unfortunately, the old man had been dead for a long time.

Although Aunt Hao was just a nanny, she had been helping Wang Hu at home for six years, and she had a deep relationship. At this time, the corpse was here, which made Wang He feel extremely sad for a while. He was sad for a long time.

He looked carefully at the old man's body.

The old man had a wound on his forehead, which went straight through his brain. A piece of the skull on the back of his head was blown off. His eyeballs were blood red and covered with gray blood vessels. There were blood stains on his mouth. There was a bite wound on his left shoulder. It looked like it had mutated after being bitten.

He was injured in the head and killed with one blow.

Looking at the bodies of the special forces team members not far away, Wang He also checked. His right arm was obviously bitten and torn off by zombies. The back of his head was the same as Aunt Hao's, with a piece of skull lifted up, but the wound was larger.

The back of his head exploded.

Looking at the gun in his hand, Wang He immediately understood that after the team member was injured, he used the gun to kill the mutated Aunt Hao. He was afraid that he would also become a zombie, so he swallowed the gun and committed suicide.

Putting away the grief in his heart, he still had to find someone. He still didn't know what happened to his father and child. He glanced at Aunt Hao sadly, and Wang He walked upstairs again.

Carrying a knife and a shield, Wang He didn't use a gun, but just put one on his waist. After all, he didn't know how to use it and didn't have time to get familiar with it, so he might as well be comfortable with a knife.

Except for a few corpses, no zombies were encountered along the way. It was probably because of the big battle on the 11th floor just now that all the zombies wandering on the even-numbered floors were attracted to the 12th or 10th floor. When Wang He saw that there were no zombies, he rushed up.

Roof.

There were several corpses on the roof of the building. Wang He checked that they were all zombies. They probably followed the gunshots and chased them.

Near the edge of the building, some bullet casings were scattered on the ground.

I looked downstairs and saw no bodies. It was likely that the helicopter was hovering here. The responders killed a few zombies and then left in the helicopter.

At this time, Wang He was somewhat glad that he did not see his father and child, which meant that they were safe for the time being.

Standing on the floor

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From the top, Wanghe overlooks Dongshan, and the military camp is inevitable...

He turned back to the stairs, took the elevator back to the 18th floor, plundered all the equipment from the corpse of the special forces, then picked up Aunt Hao's body and took the elevator back home.

He cleaned the body with a towel and placed Aunt Hao quietly in her bedroom. Wang He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Aunt Hao, thanks to your care over the years, Xiaohu has grown up healthily. Although you have no children, I have always treated you as a family member. You can go with peace of mind!"

Aunt Hao, whose eyes were wide open and seemed unwilling, seemed to have heard Wang He's words, and her eyes slowly closed...

Wang He walked into the study, took out all his collections, placed them on the ground floor of the living room together with the equipment he had just collected, and began to organize the equipment.

First of all, you need to bring a pistol. Although it is too noisy and may attract zombies if you are not careful, it can still save your life in an emergency. But you just don’t know how to use it, so put it aside first.

I chose a "Black Widow PL" longbow and put it into the bow bag. This brand is custom-made. The bow weighs 68 pounds and can be disassembled into upper and lower parts from the middle for easy portability.

I picked out another piece of "Hoyt's" "Bison" and assembled it. I tied most of the arrows with tape, leaving only about 30 of them and put them in the quiver.

All other arrows must be packed up and taken away. After all, if one is used less than the other, it is impossible to recycle them all.

There are also two crossbows, an "AR480" dual-purpose crossbow and a "Little Spirit Snake" hand crossbow. Wang He plans to bring both of these crossbows.

"AR480 Raptor" is amazingly powerful, with a pulling force of 180 pounds. The biggest advantage is that it can also hit steel balls. The disadvantage is that it is large and heavy.

Although the "Little Spirit Snake" is low in power, it is lightweight and easy to wind, making it suitable for indoor use at close range.

I also selected a few short knives and the Scottish cutting sword.

I originally didn't want to bring this sword with me. It's too long and inconvenient to carry. It hangs around my waist and affects my movements. It's carried on my back. The length of the sword is one meter long, so it's impossible to pull it out normally.

Finally, Wang He came up with a way to saw off half of the scabbard, tie the lower part to his waist, and tie the hilt to his shoulder. When drawing the sword, he only needed to untie the hilt and pull out half of it.

Then Wang He sat on the floor and studied the pistol.

It may be due to lack of talent. After an hour of pondering and practicing, not to mention being as flexible and flexible as those masters on TV, I only figured out how to change the ammunition, where the safety is, and simple aiming and shooting.

The ammunition is also a bit short. There are only enough bullets to fill two of the four guns. The two empty guns are just taking up space, so they have to be discarded.

In his eyes, a gun is not as good as a crossbow. The crossbow is silent, but his accuracy is pretty good, and he is definitely good at killing zombies.

He put on his precious pure leather cycling jersey, which was also his last cycling jersey, and underneath was a bulletproof vest ripped off a corpse.

After putting on knee pads, strapping a holster on his legs, putting various items into a canvas bag, and grabbing a few tools, Wang He took the elevator down to the underground parking lot.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the zombies in the parking lot rushed over. Wang He, who was prepared in advance, pushed his bow and shot. The 50-pound bison easily dispatched several zombies.

Taking out the tools, Wang He removed the saddlebags and exhaust on both sides of the black horse.

Motorcycles are faster and more maneuverable than cars. Moreover, many cars cannot travel on narrow routes, while motorcycles can easily cross them.

It's just the loading capacity and the sound of the exhaust that are troublesome. Wang He came down with tools to solve these problems.

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Put a bunch of things into the car first, take the elevator to the basement, confirm that it is safe, open the door to your basement, and take out an exhaust and two metal shelves with belts.

I went back to the parking lot, installed the new exhaust, and installed the weird metal frames on both sides of the original saddlebags.

This exhaust was originally specially customized because the original exhaust sound of the motorcycle was too loud and was always stopped by traffic police for inspection.

After I installed it, I was ridiculed by motorcycle friends like it was a fake "Horizon", so I took it off and discarded it. I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

After installation, I started the motorcycle, and the noise was indeed much quieter. It was just a "puff" sound, which was as unpleasant as it could be.

The rack that replaces the saddlebags was also originally designed for motorcycle tours. It is specially customized and welded to make it convenient to carry many things, such as tents, sleeping bags, gas stoves, etc.

Later, because the battery life of the Black Horse was too weak and it really didn't look good, I dismantled it and threw it in the basement. Unexpectedly, these things have come in handy now.

Take the things out of the car, put them on the rack, and tie them one by one with the belt on the rack.

He carries a big sword on his back, the "Bison" bow string is also carried forward on his back, the quiver is fixed on the anti-fall bar for easy drawing of arrows, the small snake is put into the leather sheath and hung on the waist, and several special crossbow arrows are inserted in the leather

In the arrow trough.

Putting on his helmet and gloves, Wang He turned the accelerator, rushed out of the parking lot, and set off towards Dongshan.

The motorcycle was speeding along, and the damaged cars and sporadic zombies along the way did not cause much trouble to Wang He. It is estimated that the large group of zombies passed by last night took away a lot of zombies.

Wang He didn't know where the zombies would move to, and he didn't have time to think about it. He only had one goal now, to find his relatives.

Dongshan is not too far.

It's only over twenty kilometers away from Wang He's home. Under normal circumstances, it only takes more than twenty minutes by motorcycle.

There is no traffic control now, and the traffic police don't know where they are. If there weren't some obstacles and zombies on the road, they might have arrived in less than ten minutes.

For this reason, Wang He carefully planned the route before setting off, avoiding some large shopping malls and busy streets, and trying to choose elevated roads and roads that were not so dense with vehicles and pedestrians.

It went around east and west, in a big circle.

Despite this, Wang He still encountered several relatively dense groups of zombies, but thanks to Wang He's early avoidance and superb driving skills, he managed to escape without any danger.

"Bah" Wang He stopped his motorcycle at the entrance of a hidden alley.

He drew out his long knife and chopped down the two zombies that were following him after hearing the noise. He looked around and saw that no other zombies had noticed. Then he looked far ahead at a gas station about 200 meters away.

That was the first destination he planned.

The battery life of the Black Horse is not satisfactory. Although the fuel tanks of other cars in the family have been emptied, the Black Horse is only half full. The gas station will definitely become Wang He's first target.

By the way, he also wanted to find an oil barrel at the gas station and fill it with gasoline just in case.

After observing the surroundings, there were not too many zombies.

There are four or five of them in the gas station and a few on the street. There are only a dozen or so in total. But riding a motorcycle and swaggering past is still unrealistic. It is not much different from seeking death.

Moreover, there are many zombies in several abandoned cars. If they roar and attract a swarm of zombies, they will not be able to escape.

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