Hello everyone, today I recommend three apocalyptic texts, Doomsday Hell, roaring, highlighting the siege, and fighting for survival. The brain hole is open, the writing is good, the plot is good, and it is a pit at a glance! Every day, I will share wonderful novel content with you to save the book famine of friends and friends! If you like it, remember to collect, like, and comment ~~
The first book: "Doomsday Paradise" by Suo Jun
Brief introduction:
"I feel... My boyfriend seemed to want to kill me. Lin Sanjiu muttered. Thinking of her handsome and gentle boyfriend, she couldn't help but shiver. The doomsday hell, which was opened by the hands of those around her, is roaring towards her.
Pit entry guide:
Since the advent of the New World, it was the first time that Lin Sanjiu had seen so many fallen species.
Little Ash's warning voice had just spit out, and it was already drowned out by a burst of excited "buzzing" beeps - from the windows of the buildings on both sides of the road, one after another, densely packed of fallen figures crawled out. A strip of mouthparts constantly swept around in midair, throwing all over the splash of saliva and spilling everyone like sticky raindrops.
This scene reminded Lin Sanjiu of the honeycomb where a large number of bees came in and out.
There are countless and time to count how many fallen species there are—but for sure, all 6 people present are dead, probably not enough for each of them to get a bowl of blood.
"I x... Is this what is called a 'small group'? Goofy was already dumbfounded and muttered a soft curse. Not only him, but the group of six people were all frozen, and for a while they didn't know what to do.
In this sharp beep, a fallen seed closest to everyone nimbly rolled down from the windowsill, and saw that it suddenly climbed down two floors along the outer wall - Feng Qiqi was the first to react, and he shouted: "Don't run quickly?" Then he turned around and was about to run away - but unexpectedly, he had just taken a step and almost crashed into Little Ash, who was rushing over.
"Don't run back!" Immediately behind him, Xu Xiaoyang's raised voice sounded.
Little Ash blocked the way with a cold face, confronting Feng Qiqi, motionless.
"So many fallen species are chasing us back, everyone in the oasis doesn't want to live!" Xu Xiaoyang's small face turned white, and he didn't know whether he was anxious or angry, "You guys rushed over with me and led the fallen species away!" ”
Except for Little Ash, the remaining four people couldn't believe their ears for a while. Goofy glanced at the road ahead and said a little stammered: "Team, captain, you're not kidding... Upstairs in front is full of fallen species! ”
Lin Sanjiu's heart "thumped" and quickly glanced at it—about fifty meters in front of the right, there were already three or four fallen species that were about to climb to the first floor.
Xu Xiaoyang snorted from his nose, and Xiao Ash immediately spoke: "Whoever wants to turn back, go over from me first." ”
After saying a word, the white and slender arm on her right had inflated visibly like a balloon. Pieces of swollen muscles burst the sleeves, and thick tendons bulged on the skin, creating a striking contrast to the slender body. Even when teaching the iron knife, Xiao Ash's body has not undergone such a strange change - it seems that she is going to move Zhengeer.
Goofy swallowed a mouthful of saliva with an ugly face, and no one spoke for a while. At this moment, only listening to the sound of "bang", the few fallen species not far away jumped to the ground.
"You can run anywhere, let's go quickly!" Lin Sanjiu finally didn't hold back, and dragged Feng Qiqi and shouted, "I'll make sure he won't run back, okay?" The fallen species are coming over there! ”
The situation really couldn't drag on any longer - Xu Xiaoyang shouted at Little Ash: "Go!" The latter kicked his feet, rushed to Xu Xiaoyang's side, picked her up, pulled out his legs and rushed forward. The remaining four people did not dare to delay, and they all used all their strength to follow.
Little Ash's right arm still maintained that strange state, and with a few swings in the process of running, he knocked all the fallen plants that had just landed on the ground far away. With her opening the way, the few people behind just had to concentrate on running - everyone didn't know which direction they were running, and ran out of the street in one breath after Little Ash. However, as more and more fallen species blocked the road ahead, only Little Ash gradually could not support it - finally, the fallen species behind also caught up, and the group of six people seemed to be stuck in the mud, and the speed became slower and slower.
The second book: "The University of Bereavement" Author: Yan Liangyu
Brief introduction:
Song Fei's college life is not unusual, taking compulsory courses, skipping elective courses, and taking the fourth or sixth grade.
If you have to say that there is anything troublesome, it is Qi Yan, the ex-boyfriend of the school bully who is constantly sorting out and messing up.
As the saying goes, only ex and villains are difficult to raise, and near is not inferior to far is resentful.
I thought that college life would pass like this, until that day, some infected classmate rushed into the examination room...
The zombie virus flew like a virus, communications were all cut off, and the campus became hell.
No one knows what the outside world has become, or whether to "stay in the trenches" or "stand out."
Song Fei chose the latter, and Qi Yan became a comrade-in-arms.
Without the ability to kill all sides, without the physique of martial arts masters, they can only rely on their wisdom and tenacity to fight for survival in this former most familiar campus!
Pit entry guide:
In the second round of the vending machine battle, the friends of the mighty and unyielding survival class 1 absorbed Song Fei's experience, rushed forward while taking care of the behind, so they took the third floor very smoothly, and the whole process was just like the copy and paste in the first round.
After only a short recess, the students with great confidence began the third round of stepping - the room types on the second floor are different from the third and fourth floors, and most of them are borrowing rooms and study rooms with a large area. The friends think very optimistically, there are zombies in the strategic place to clean up first, and if you really can't clean up, change the room nearby, anyway, as long as Song Fei, who is responsible for the sound of the east, can have a hiding place in the general direction.
However, they thought of all possible accidents, but missed only one thing.
It was an audio-visual collection screening room on the second floor, located in the southwest corner, roughly perpendicular to Song Fei's position during the previous first round of combat. But unlike the windows of the archives, because of the need to show materials from time to time, the curtains here are pulled all year round, and the curtains are specially selected, the material is thick, and there is almost no light.
It is not open to students, and Song Fei is also entering for the first time. In the same way as a closed library, knock open the small pieces of glass and open the windows, but this time there is one more step - lifting the heavy curtains.
It was Qi Yan who did this. I don't know when he became the default striker of Wusheng Class 1, but whenever he acted collectively, he rushed to the front. He has no regrets and everyone trusts him very much. Therefore, when Qi Yan opened the curtains but did not step in, everyone knew that it was not right.
Soon, a stinky smell wafted out. Without the closure of the glass, without the curtains, the smell is directly disgusting.
The first reaction of the friends was zombies. But looking back at the short contact with the zombies since the accident, although they also have some smell of food spoilage, they are far less strong.
Finally, Qi Yan turned sideways to get out of the way, and everyone saw clearly - under the dazzling light that I don't know how long it had been on, five corpses of classmates huddled in the corner of the wall.
They snuggled together, perhaps for too long, with some distortion of facial features and body posture. But they were not injured, and even if they did not come closer, they could see clearly, they were intact from head to toe, just like this video room, with white walls and shiny floors.
- They are trapped here alive.
Lin Dilei was the first to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to suppress her sobs, but she couldn't stop the tears, and the back of her hand was instantly wet.
Song Fei and they couldn't bear to look anymore, turned their backs one after another, and breathed in the cold air.
Qi Yan lowered the curtains and was silent for a long time.
In the past half a month, they have seen too many zombies, so much that extreme fear has become slight fear, and so much that extreme nausea has completely become commonplace. But for classmates, it still doesn't work. They have also seen classmates being gnawed and classmates jumping off buildings, but when the former happened, most of them were looking for their lives, and when the latter happened, it was late at night. Never before has it been so close and clear, so direct and tragic, as if closing your eyes and returning to the pain and despair of that moment.
After a long pause, Qi Yan re-entered and pulled down the curtains. Then, the wide curtain gently covered the corpse, and the corner of the wall turned a chaotic dark red.
From beginning to end, both Qi Yan and the friends who watched him do all this were quiet and silent.
Perhaps they all have the same thing in their hearts - the misery of the past can be covered up by them in this way, but what about the road ahead, when they are miserable on that day, who will let them rest in peace?
The battle on the second floor did not take shape in the end. The direct reason why everyone gave up was that there were too many zombies. In fact, they already felt this way when they cleared the first two points, and when they cleared the last point and began to test tactics at fixed points, it was exactly as they expected. The noise of all the zombies running on the second floor is enough to cover the mobile phone ring, and the sound of the east and west can involve some zombies, but it is certainly not all, and it is not even guaranteed to be more than sixty percent, in this case, smashing the vending machine and blocking the staircase are very dangerous.
After realizing that it was not feasible, everyone decisively gave up and returned to the closed library.
Any plan has the possibility of failure, far from it, just to go to the express delivery point, they changed several plans in a row. But none of them will collapse their fighting spirit like this one.
The reason is tacit, but no one is willing to say it.
The third book: "The Tenth Year of the Last Days" by Fuhua
Brief introduction:
In the tenth year of the apocalypse, I was not dead, but I somehow gave birth to a little monster.
Pit entry guide:
After the end of the world, many animals and plants have mutated, and the danger of entering the mountain has also increased, but compared with the zombies left in the city, it is still slightly better in the mountains, after all, the mutated animals and plants are only a few, and many as long as you are careful not to provoke each other, they will not take the initiative to attack people.
It wasn't very hot, but I was dressed thickly, carrying a little monster that grew quickly and a bunch of things, and soon I broke out in sweat, and the sweat on my forehead wet my bangs.
I ignored it and looked around intently. Small animals passing by nearby are not obvious and need to be carefully observed to see, so I have to look for the latest traces in the places where they like to feed.
Suddenly, I felt a chill on my forehead, and the little monster put its claws on my forehead, and it wiped the sweat from my forehead with its clenched paws, because its body was too short, and I heard the sound of its efforts to stretch its hand. After wiping it twice, it retracted its paws and began blowing into my face and back of my neck.
I turned my head and pressed its head expressionlessly, pressed its long, outstretched neck back, and poked its bulging cheek.
"Don't blow, saliva is blowing on me."
The little monster grows very fast, and its intelligence is higher than that of ordinary children, although it can't fully understand my words, but most of the time I mean it can understand that it has been able to walk a dozen steps on flat ground since it was born to now, almost a month.
Sure enough, it's a little monster.
I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead and cheeks, listened sideways, the sound of clanging spring water faintly sounded from the right front, I walked over there, and soon I saw a mountain stream. Jumping on a rock next to the creek and putting down the little monster on my back, I decided to take a break here.
The stones by the stream were covered with moss and a little slippery, so I rubbed the soles of my shoes on it, and stirred in the clear stream with the firewood knife in my hand, but I didn't find anything abnormal, so I squatted down and picked up the water and washed my face. The stream water was cool and splashed on the face, and immediately suppressed all the heat generated by the rush.
The little monster sat next to me, watched me go to fetch water, and also learned my movements to get into the stream, and one accidentally fell into the water. I grabbed his clothes and fished it back, but I didn't let it actually fall into the water.
I wiped the little monster's face with my wet hand, rubbing its silky black hair into three hairs, and then I said to it, "Don't move." "I didn't have any clothes to change when I fell, and the stream was very cool at this time, coming down from the top of the mountain.
The little monster stared at my face, then at the shining clear stream, grabbed his paws, and showed an expression of wanting to play with the water.
I wiped my face and stood up, took its two hands, and carried it all over the stream. Its tail hangs down, and the pointed part of its tail is put into the stream by me. As soon as the tail covered with white scales reached the water, the little monster immediately clicked and laughed, curling its vertical tail and shrinking it.
I think it means that the stream is too cold.
I carried it down, and gradually touched the cold stream, and it retracted its paws, and as I kept lowering down, it shrunk into a ball, trying to grasp my hand, like a koala grasping a branch.
With sore hands, I put it back on the stone and said, "Do you still want to play with water?" ”
It grabbed its paws, shivered, and suddenly sneezed again. It was a powerful sneeze that shook itself backwards and fell on the stone.
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