Chapter 12 Sailing Carnival 12
Fu Anan stood guard at the door, eating an apple to record how many survivors had passed.
From the thirteenth day to now, a total of 21 crew members wanted to escape to the kitchen, and 16 of them succeeded. The number of zombies outside was between one hundred and ninety and two hundred and ten.
Fu Anan counted the zombies outside again through the cat's eyes.
Maybe he was too absorbed and didn't notice a zombie slowly approaching. Until it blocks the peephole.
boom-
The zombie slammed its head on the door hard, scaring Fu An'an and sat down on the ground.
Perhaps hearing the noise, the zombie bumped harder, attracting other zombies in the corridor.
wipe!
Fu Anan took a few steps back, tightly holding the kitchen knife brought from the kitchen in her hand.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of opening the door, and someone couldn't hold back and fled to the kitchen. The timing was just right, and it attracted the zombies at her door.
Fu Anan lay on the door and looked out. It was the fat man opposite her.
I haven't seen you for a few days, and the fat man has been starved and thin.
Fu Anan looked at him in surprise, he was scratched by zombies before, but there was no mutation!
Is he an exception?
Or will mutations be transmitted only when bitten by zombies?
Fu Anan watched the fat man run to the kitchen door, and watched him hide in the kitchen. In the next two days, no one escaped to the kitchen anymore.
Fu Anan guessed that there might be no one else in the other rooms, and she was the only one left in the middle and rear of the entire cabin.
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Fu Anan listened to the sound of zombies walking back and forth and hitting the wall outside, and even had to eat an apple slowly, not daring to make too much noise.
In addition, there was a problem with the water source. The water in the faucet turned yellow two days ago, with a faint fishy smell.
These things gave her a lot of security.
Zizi—
The overhead lights flickered on and off.
Fu An'an's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up. Fortunately, the light came on again soon.
Fu Anan stood up, barefoot on the ground covered with a layer of quilt. It's a pity that I didn't bring a few books with me. In one's survival, the only way to pass the time is to do silent radio gymnastics.
Just then, a voice came from the direction of the kitchen.
"Do, what are you doing?
You can't do this! "
Save—"
The sound stopped abruptly.
A man's body was thrown out of the kitchen, Fu An'an's eyes widened. This man was the captain of the Return, and the zombies rushed to eat the captain's flesh and blood.
Something happened in the kitchen.
Fu Anan couldn't see the specific situation, and there was no movement at the door. Only the captain's corpse, which had been gnawed to the bone, stood up unsteadily after more than six hours, and joined the ranks of zombies.
Infection zombification time is shortened, which is not good news.
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Seeing another step closer to success, two people, or two corpses, were thrown out of the kitchen this time. It attracted another round of scrambling among the zombies. In less than six hours, two zombies were freshly released.
Evil Dead time is shorter.
Fu Anan tightly squeezed the homemade decompression ball, trying to relieve tension, stress and fear.
Relax, as long as she stays in the room and doesn't make a sound, she will be safe, Fu Anan has been comforting herself in her heart, there are still eleven days left!
Bang Dang Dang—
A mobile phone was thrown from the kitchen and landed in the second half of the corridor.
(end of this chapter)