From 11:00 am to 4:00 pm, the community was very quiet and there was no movement.

This led to the zombies gathered at the door of Zhang Zimin's unit walking away and spreading them all over the community.

They have not been killed for the time being. First, their number and ability are not enough to hinder Zhang Zimin's work. Second, they need to leave more characteristics to observe. Third, to a certain extent, they can become a buffer to block external threats.

To be honest, Zhang Zimin still has some contradictions in his heart now.

The plan is the plan. If outsiders really enter this community and hold offensive weapons, they are humans, but there are potential threats and uncertainties. Of course, there is a plan to deal with it, but in practice, they are always different from theory.

Now that we are entering the second day of the end of the world, Zhang Zimin has not fully adapted to it for the time being. He has not fully understood some of the problems.

At 4:30 pm, Zhang Ziwen, who was in good condition, left the unit door, ran to the community gate before alarming the zombies, closed the unprotected door, but it was not locked. He only used iron wire to fix it, and then set up some simple warning devices. Perhaps after the door was opened, there would be a more obvious sound, for this purpose.

This is also a contradiction. For the time being, Zhang Zimin vaguely felt that it was not suitable to connect with the armed survivors outside, but in terms of responsibility, he could not refuse other weak people in need of help. Therefore, the setting of the gate was intentionally allowed to enter.

It ends today.

Go home, at this time when the oxygen content is highest, generate electricity and do half an hour of aerobic exercise.

Being alone really doesn’t even have the intention to play games. In addition, Zhang Zimin also vaguely felt that his thinking and mentality were changing compared to before.

I used to not want to meet people, and I felt very comfortable and comfortable playing games at home alone.

But now there seems to be no living person outside, and everything has changed. It has changed too quickly and violently. Even if I knew it would happen and I was prepared, I was still a little at a loss!

Just sat in a daze until before going to bed at night, looking outside through the bulletproof glass window, Zhang Zimin lit a cigarette, opened his diary and wrote:

I haven't met a survivor today, and I still don't know the situation outside. The community and the streets outside are even more silent, and there is no movement except zombies.

Considering that the crisis is the peak of working days when it breaks out, most people go out to work, so there are relatively few terrorist objects in the community and it is not very dangerous. The work is not very difficult for the time being.

I closed the community gate but it was not locked. The zombies could not enter, but the living people could enter. The correctness of this work cannot be judged for the time being, and I hope it will go smoothly.

In addition, I cleaned up 8 units 1, and 5 of the 16 residents had their doors open, with messy and blood in it. There were no survivors, and there were very limited supplies available.

These 5 companies have been marked and closed by me, confirmed that the owner of the ownership has died, and temporarily listed the 5 companies as government-managed assets. Before encountering heirs or government orders, they will be disposed of and managed by me.

Among the other 11 companies, about half of them had movements and some were in the middle, but there was no response, so I was not sure whether it was a zombie or a living person inside. I would continue to observe for half a month, and based on the observation results, see if the right person returns, and then decide whether to break through and clean up.

On the evening of November 13, Zhang Zimin’s work log...

Something happened in the middle of the night, and Zhang Zimin suddenly woke up.

In fact, there has always been movement and stillness, but there is a sense of induction. Now, Zhang Zimin will know what the zombies will make. This is fixed thinking and experience.

But this time the movement felt different, and it had never happened before.

I hurriedly turned on the phone to connect to the camera (battery-powered), and observed two shadows that were hard to see clearly and quickly walked towards the opposite building.

“There are survivors!”

This is Zhang Zimin’s first idea. The speed of zombies is not that fast, especially the zombies at night are slower.

Not sure whether these two or three survivors were silently observing Zhang Zimin during the day to clean up the unit and close the door? What mentality do they have?

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Zimin felt that it would be better to continue observing...

When the morning came, Zhang Zimin's work plan was disrupted. He had just done gymnastics and stretched. Before he could have breakfast, he suddenly heard a scream from a faraway place, "Help..."

After hesitating for about a second, Zhang Zimin quickly put on his equipment. When he put on titanium gloves, hesitated for a while, and finally only wore one glove (try to not be affected when firing a slingshot).

Go out quickly...

He trotted in half speed, while paying attention to the dynamics of the surrounding zombies, and finally bypassed the two buildings and headed towards the cry for help.

Suddenly, a little girl with disheveled hair came running towards her. She held a small stick and ran away with no brainstorm.

"Come here, stop by me...Damn what the hell are you doing!"

The little girl looked so frightened that she was messy and hit Zhang Zimin with a stick when she ran towards him, hitting Zhang Zimin's waist.

Fortunately, the power was not very strong, and Zhang Zimin was prepared and was not hurt.

"What's wrong with you!"

Zhang Zimin confiscated her stick and threw it away, and then gave her a palm on the back of her head.

The little girl continued to run away with the back of her head, crying and shaking her head, "I, I know nothing."

"I'm not interrogating you, I don't know anything. When I come back, there are many zombies there."

Zhang Zimin decisively caught her and protected her, then dragged her to move, avoiding the few zombies nearby.

Zhang Zimin knew this little girl mainly because she knew her mother (he was quite beautiful), and of course, she knew her grandfather even more.

Her grandfather was a famous person in this system. She got out of the army in her early years and then worked in the police department. At that time, Zhang Zimin was still very young. In those years, the gun management was not strict, and her grandfather liked to show off with guns during non-working hours.

Once, when her grandfather was wearing thin clothes in summer, she got off the taxi. The wind blew, causing the gun at her waist to be exposed. Only the gangsters were hanging the gun like that. Coincidentally, there were two people who looked like gangsters squatting on the side of the road, but they were actually criminal police teams handling the case. When they saw her grandfather's waist was facing a great enemy, they stepped forward and pressed it down and beat it hard.

This was actually not a big deal back then. At that time, the old director was not afraid of trouble. He went to the city police station to communicate and took the person and gun back. As for her grandfather, she went to the city police station to study for a week and wrote a check. However, in this system, her grandfather became a gangster and a bad example.

Two months later, something happened to her grandfather again.

I received a confidential document bag from the local military factory. According to the principle, it was impossible to cause trouble. However, when I passed by the downtown area, I encountered someone robbed in the street and killed a woman. Her grandfather stopped the car and got off the car and knocked down the knife-wielding robber who was running over by the way.

Her grandfather had a gun, but he had to write dozens of reports on shooting, so he used a hammer. As for why he carried a hammer during official business, no one understood it from beginning to end.

Frankly speaking, Zhang Zimin was the director, and her grandfather would have been punished and warned that "the use of civil hammers is strictly prohibited during official duties." However, at that time, he was widely commended by the bureau and issued a bonus of about 10,000 yuan (about half a year's income). The main reason was that he had already opened up the media. If the bureau did not operate like this, it meant that there were major mistakes in management and the leaders had leadership responsibilities.

Since it was not a shooting incident, but a "bloody incident" caused by a civilian hammer, the municipal police station regarded it as blind. After a while, the police station went to slutty assistant of the old director, they hyped up the "godly for justice" and passed the test.

What a bunch of bastards!

This is this guy... No, it's her grandfather's past and present life. Before her grandfather retired, she was Zhang Zimin's mother's direct subordinate.

"Wang Xiaoai, how did you live to this day?"

Zhang Zimin protected her while detouring and asking.

Wang Xiaoai was too young and was still in a mess. She kept shaking her head, "I don't know, wuwu, I'm so scared."

"Where is your mother?"

"Mom was killed!"

"ah!"

Zhang Zimin was startled, "When? Are you sure you were killed by someone, not by monsters?"

"Just just now, at the Cainiao Station. I was hungry, so my mother took me to find a few packages, but there were others in the station. One of the men held my mother down and said that my mother asked me to run away quickly, so I ran away, but my mother was killed after struggling too much!"

Wang Xiaoai looked extremely sad.
Chapter completed!