Time: November 16, 2012 7:15am

Location: Room 304, 3rd Floor, Building e, Capital Global Community

Huan Chu, carrying a tied backpack, and carrying the baseball bat bought from 30 o'clock, stood in front of the security door that was scared several times yesterday. After a night of rest, Huan Chu's face was obviously much better than before, but he was still a little panicked. But for some reason, a hint of excitement flashed across his face from time to time. "Zombies, I'm here." Huan Chu muttered, while gently opening the small window on the door.

The "butcher" seemed to know that with its strength, it could not open the door and capture the thin prey inside, and did not continue to block the door of Huan Chu's house. Without the threat of being close at hand, Huan Chu's spirit began to relax, wiped the sweat from his palms, and held the baseball bat tighter. He slowly placed his hand on the door bolt, and silently recited in his heart: "1,2,3!"

With a "click", Huan Chu opened the door with his left hand, and then waved the baseball bat with his right hand and smashed it out. The baseball bat roared in the air, but did not touch the zombie hidden in the dead corner of the door as Huan Chu imagined.

Even so, Huan Chu did not dare to relax at all and took the house gently. "For humans, this is just a small step; but for otaku, this is a big step towards reality!" Huan Chu thought silently in his heart, took the door and ran towards the stairs.

Just as Huan Chu was running in the corridor, the door of Room 303 next door opened with a snap, and a zombie rushed towards Huan Chu with a limping legs, making a low roar in his mouth while making a slurp in his mouth.

Huan Chu looked closely and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn. Isn't this Fatty Wang? This turtle son didn't go to work that day!" Although he had been a neighbor for two years, Fatty Wang is a standard white-collar worker who works from 9 to 5 every day. He has only met Huan Chu, a otakus who was taking out the garbage several times, and he has not had much deep friendship. But looking at Fatty Wang, now, a fat beer belly has been opened, and the intestines inside are exposed and hung on his waist. His left leg is broken, and his white bones sway as he walks, and his face is also sickly pale.

Although Huan Chu was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the terrifying scene. He didn't bother to escape and hit Fatty Wang on the head with a stick, yelling in his mouth: "Isn't this a cheating father? The zombies in the movie are not so scary!"

Fatty Wang was smashed and staggered, but the ball stick also broke into two pieces with a "click". Huan Chu was stunned. He looked at the ball stick in his hand, then looked at Fatty Wang who shook his head and continued to pounce on him. He didn't have time to complain about selling him the ball stick and said that it was made of hardwood and could withstand dozens of kilograms of impact. He called out "I x" and ran wildly towards the stairs.

Fortunately, Fatty Wang had broken one leg and limped slowly than ordinary people. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether Huan Chu, a otakus who lacked exercise, would be caught up by it, and he became a member of the zombie army. Huan Chu rushed into the stairs, closed the door hard, and inserted half of the ball stick in his hand into the door handle as a door bolt, then lay on the door and gasped heavily.

But before Huan Chu could smooth his breath, a low roar came from behind him. He slowly turned around. The butcher who had been a door god for him for a long time was staring at him with his eyes wide open. His cracked cheeks were sometimes filled with fishy black liquid. Maybe he saw the thin prey that escaped from his hands yesterday and came to the door again, and his mouth was roaring like laughter from time to time, but because of the air leaking on his cheeks, the sound always felt a little terrifying and funny.

Huan Chu couldn't laugh anyway, because the butcher's claws were less than 30 cm away from him, and his hands were empty and he could not resist at all. Unwilling to accept it, would I die at my doorstep the next day after I discovered the zombie? This is too bad. If I had known it, I would have committed suicide at my own house. Now I'm actually going to die in the mouth of a man. This is really disgusting.

But when he thought that he would either be bitten and chewed by this extremely ugly zombie, and then turned into an equally ugly monster, Huan Chu, who had always claimed that he was making a living by his face, calmed down suddenly.

Live, I want to live! Go home alive!

Taking advantage of the moment the butcher rushed towards him, he kicked out at the gap exposed in the corridor. Although this leap helped him get rid of the fate of becoming a zombie, Huan Chu did not calculate the distance in a hurry. The force used on his legs was a little stronger. When he landed on the ground, he stepped on the edge of the steps, stood unsteadily, rolled down the stairs and fell four feet towards the sky.

With the butcher's IQ, he couldn't understand why this thin guy could disappear from his eyes several times in a row. He let out a low roar at the entrance of the stairs, and waved his hands to the empty wooden door in front of him. Huan Chu patted his butt and stood up, put a middle finger on the butcher's back, said "Who are you?", and ran downstairs.

Fortunately, Huan Chu's family was only on the third floor, and within two minutes, we arrived at the lobby of the unit building. I don't know if the security guard who usually works in the lobby turned into zombies and went out to hunt for food, or escaped from the community when the zombie tide broke out. Anyway, the lobby looked empty, well, or there was no corpse, and only the intercom abandoned on the duty desk made hissing electric currents from time to time.

Huan Chu was not sure if any zombies would emerge from another corner to surprise him, so he could only remind himself to be careful and move his footsteps gently towards the duty station. He had no self-defense items on his body now, so he could only place his hopes in his memory and saw the fire axe at the duty station several times.

But he didn't meet a zombie along the way, as if he had used up all his luck today. Huan Chu was disappointed to find that the fire axe had been taken away, leaving only an empty fire hydrant. Based on the principle of finding all favorable conditions, Huan Chu put the intercom on the duty desk into his pocket, then came to the automatic door, and began to observe the situation outside.

There was not much change in the garden from yesterday. There were only a dozen zombies scattered on the main road from the unit building to the community gate. The remaining zombies were wandering aimlessly on the lawn. Huan Chu observed carefully for a while, and determined the principle of escaping along the main road again, and began to calm down. After counting ten in his heart, he pressed the door opening button with a bang.

Before the automatic door was opened, Huan Chu's figure rushed out of the unit building, half-curved, took small steps, and rushed to the main road. I have to say that the otaku who played too much FPS was different from ordinary people. At least it seemed that the special police's hidden movements were still decent, and did not make much noise, and easily arrived on the side of the main road.

Huan Chu was so sweet that he was about to continue to maintain this posture and head straight to the road, but he seemed to have forgotten that zombies not only had better eyes than humans, but also had much more spiritual noses than humans. The nearby zombies had already begun to turn around and walk towards Huan Chu in a trembling manner.

"x, you x!" Huan Chu cursed the Three Character Classic, while quickly determining the gap between the zombies with his eyes and looking for a way to escape. When his eyes swept under a small tree on the side of the road, Huan Chu's eyes lit up. The fire axe that had been taken away was lying on the ground waiting for Huan Chu's arrival.

While the zombies had not yet surrounded him, Huan Chu didn't care about any tactical actions and rushed straight to the fire axe. He jumped quickly and used his god-like movement to get rid of the two zombies blocking him, but during the turn, it seemed that he had sent himself to the zombies.

Looking at the two middle-aged zombies who extended their sinful hands to him, Huan Chu subconsciously pounced forward, and fled out of the gap at the zombie's feet, while the two zombies could not dodge and collided with a "bang".

Huan Chu took advantage of the rolling opportunity to fuck the fire axe in his hand. He became much more courageous. He did not look back and looked at the two zombies who were embracing each other intimately, and walked towards the community gate. At this time, another zombie ten meters ahead realized the approach of the food and turned around and rushed towards Huan Chu.

Huan Chu held the fire axe tightly with both hands, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "X, you guys have been chasing you for so long, so I'll use you to try my sword!" Without much hesitation, he rushed up and raised the axe in his hand in mid-air, aimed at the zombie's neck and cut it over with an axe.

Click!

The fire axe drew an irregular arc in the air, directly cutting off the zombie's neck and throwing its head high into the air.

A pool of fishy black blood was splashed on Huan Chu's body.

"x!" Looking at the headless zombie who had staggered two steps and fell to his feet, pulled out and stopped moving, Huan Chu did not care about the fishy smell in the air, took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to vomit in his throat, crossed the zombie who collapsed on the ground, dragged the axe, and walked towards the community gate.
Chapter completed!