A little over ten days ago, in the middle of the night, I was accompanying my uncle in the basement, gambling with three outsiders. Suddenly, chaos broke out in the neighborhood, with adults shouting and children crying. One of the old guys I was playing cards with suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth. Before we could even call the emergency center, he turned into a monster and lunged at us with his eyes rolled back.
I was terrified at the time, my legs turned to noodles, and I couldn't control my bodily functions. If it weren't for my uncle's quick thinking, grabbing a chair and smashing it over the old guy's head, I would have lost my life.
What happened afterwards was even more horrifying. When my uncle and his tall friend surnamed Li returned to the security guard dormitory with steel pipes and shovels from the car wash on the basement floor, the room was already in chaos. The colleagues who had turned into monsters and those who hadn't were fighting on the beds and bed frames.
My uncle and Li smashed all the security guards who had turned into monsters, leaving only three who hadn't been bitten or scratched. The seven of us put on stab-proof vests, grabbed various weapons that could crack skulls, and started patrolling building by building, locking all the doors.
This was the first time Han Liyong had smashed a living person's head face to face. At first, he was afraid, but my uncle said, "If you don't smash the monsters' heads, I'll smash yours!"
In fact, killing people wasn't difficult, and it was even a bit addictive. Especially when you see the residents who used to live a comfortable and harmonious life being killed by you one by one, the satisfaction is indescribable, even though they can no longer be considered human.
The next thing was simple. Everyone tried to call the police, but they found out that not only our neighborhood was affected, but all the surrounding neighborhoods were also in chaos. No matter who we called, the calls couldn't get through or no one answered. Electricity, water, gas, and mobile signals were all cut off.
Li Haoyuan, my uncle's friend, said this was an anarchic state. The monsters were zombies, and now it was the end of the world. There were no laws, no police, and no military. You could live however you wanted.
He used to be in the armed police force and was good at fighting. He was also familiar with the local police station. So, he took us to the neighboring neighborhood, found the police chief's house, took the key to the armory, and retrieved fire axes and hooks from the property company's warehouse. Then, he led us to the police station to the south.
The seven of us lured and killed dozens of zombies using the fence gate as bait, and finally obtained six handguns, a lot of bullets, a large amount of police equipment, two police cars, and also rescued three on-duty auxiliary police officers.
From then on, my uncle, Sun Dacheng, became the leader, and Li Haoyuan became the second-in-command. The ten of us returned to the neighborhood and started searching house by house after finding survivors. The men who were willing to join us were absorbed, and those who didn't obey were tied up as slaves. The young women became everyone's playthings, while the elderly were still tied up as slaves.
Li Haoyuan came up with a safe way to kill zombies, which was to let the slaves lure the zombies into the underground garage and then close the iron gate to smash their heads one by one. The slaves who ran fast continued to be slaves, and those who were bitten and turned into zombies were considered to deserve it. It was just a matter of smashing one more head.
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Li Haoyuan also came up with the idea of taking the alarm devices and police lights from the police cars and putting them on the rooftops. They were powered by car batteries and sounded the alarm during the day and flashed at night to attract survivors from the surrounding areas. We also wore police uniforms to pretend to be police officers.
After the survivors fell into our trap, they received the same treatment. Those who were willing to join us stayed, while those who didn't want to or started to doubt were tied up as slaves. The young women were kept separately.
Although we were on edge every day for the past ten days and had to constantly lure and kill zombies between buildings, we didn't have to worry about food and drink. We could pick any brand of clothes, shoes, and hats we wanted, and drive any luxury car from the garage. Except for the three women with exceptional looks who were claimed by my uncle and Li Haoyuan, the other five women were free to play with.
Among them, two women in their thirties had appeared on TV before, although they were a bit older, the satisfaction was still strong when we had our way with them. It was a pity that there weren't enough women to go around.
But my uncle said that this was just a corner of the Wangjing neighborhood. As long as everyone listened and contributed, there would be plenty of beautiful women in the future, as well as plenty of slaves. When we had enough manpower, we would follow Li Haoyuan to the training base of the armed police in the north.
There were rifles, bullets, and armored vehicles there. As long as we got the weapons and equipment, we would have endless good days! Diplomas, knowledge, appearance, and connections were all nonsense. Whoever had guns would be the king, even if the emperor himself came, he would have to stand aside!
It was supposed to be my turn tonight to go first with the actress with the big wavy hair, but just as we were halfway through, my uncle shouted at me and I had to climb more than 20 floors for nothing. Who knows how many people have already had their turn with the big wavy hair, especially those two refined pretty boys who were university students and worked in high-tech companies. They couldn't even do half the work when it came to labor, but they were full of tricks when it came to women. It's true what they say, the more knowledge you have, the worse you become.
"Clang... Crash..." Suddenly, there was a noise from downstairs, and flashlight beams were darting around.
"You're fucking weak before we even had a chance to play? Watch where you're going... I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" Han Fatty impatiently threw away his cigarette butt and shouted loudly downstairs.These two guys came like moths to a flame a few days ago, one a university professor, the other a restaurant owner. Both are chatterboxes, each more talkative than the last, but also each more useless than the last. If it weren't for their half-hearted work, I wouldn't have let the zombie slip and get scolded by my uncle.
"Oh..." A dull response came from downstairs.
"Oh, your mother's oh, what's the use of walking so fast, when you get back it's all dishwater, wait for me to go together!" Thinking of the zombie, Han Fatty felt a little nervous, his back involuntarily cold, even knowing that this building had been cleared at least twice, he still didn't want to go alone.
"Oh..." The same reluctant response came from downstairs, but at least the flashlight stopped moving.
"You two, you've both been to university, how can you be so clueless. Uncle Hu is my uncle, would it kill you to be nice to me! Following me in the future, you'll still eat and drink well, as long as your waist is fine, what kind of woman can't you get. Don't look at those rich people, he's just a police assistant, a dumb brute. Now my uncle needs him, but there will come a day when he won't, then you'll see what kind of status I have..."
As for his current situation, Han Fatty was definitely not satisfied. He didn't mention his uncle and Li Haoyuan, they were indeed capable and smart, he accepted them as the leaders. But that police assistant also suppressed him, always getting the good things before him, which was very annoying.
But these days won't last long, ever since a high school student came last time and was secretly harmed by him, although his uncle didn't say anything and even praised him for being capable with a smile, he was too familiar with that kind of smile, that guy was not far from bad luck.
"Are you guys deaf, or are you deliberately messing with me...uh uh uh..." Seeing the flashlight on the next floor, he had been talking for a long time, but his two subordinates didn't make a sound, which was really annoying. Just as he was about to step down to teach them a lesson, his mouth suddenly stopped, followed by a chill on his neck.
"The knife is on your carotid artery, don't make a sound, don't move, if it breaks, blood will spray out two or three meters... Look at the wall downstairs, that's what your companion just sprayed, isn't it beautiful? Isn't it even? Doesn't it look like a tree?"
A man covered his mouth and whispered in his ear. His voice was very calm, and he could even feel the warm breath he exhaled, which had a strong smell of tobacco. This guy is a smoker!
"Uh uh uh..." But Han Fatty didn't mind at all, nodding his head desperately. He didn't mind smoking, even smoking a chimney wouldn't bother him. There was indeed a dark red mark on the white wall around the corner downstairs, it definitely wasn't from someone's random graffiti, because there was still liquid slowly flowing down the wall, not only resembling the outline of a tree branch, but also constantly shaking.