Chapter 1: Beautiful Young Women Come to Ask for Food
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(A pure natural work that has been banned for a month!)
"You're so damn it!"
Hecheng.
Room 702, 7th floor, Building 2, Qianshan Apartment.
Xu Annian stood on the balcony, gazing at the roaring monsters wandering in the community, with many inappropriate words in his heart that he wanted to say.
Two minutes ago, he was discussing the details of the protagonist's golden finger with the author of a new comic in a caf é, stimulating the plot. While chatting, a truck broke through a wall and crashed straight in
Xu Annian thought he was getting cold.
In fact, he did get cold.
It's not completely cool.
That truck took him to a world where the apocalypse had just erupted for seven days.
Seven days ago, a biochemical crisis suddenly erupted in this world. Regardless of age, gender, health, or disability, everyone is treated equally, with approximately 60% of humans turning into zombies!
Without any warning!
No rules at all!
The family members who talked and laughed in the previous second will pounce and bite in the next second!
There is no reaction time at all.
In less than half an hour, over 80% of the world's population became zombies, all cities were completely occupied, and transportation was paralyzed.
After more than two hours, there were hardly any traces of living people on the streets outside.
"What should I do? Wow!"
Understanding the current situation, Xu Annian is a bit panicked.
As the saying goes, it is better to be a peaceful dog than a rebellious person.
In this environment, as an office worker who sits for a long time and gasps for breath when climbing the seventh floor, his hope of survival is extremely slim.
There is a greater possibility of delivering takeout to zombies!
"Let's first see what supplies are at home."
"This damn weather is too cold!"
December is the coldest month of the year.
The cold wind brushes against my face, burrowing into my collar to take away the temperature from my body surface.
Xu Annian shivered and turned back to the room to turn on all the air conditioning, starting to check all the available supplies.
Mainly food!
"The firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar are very complete."
"Two bags of dumplings, two bags of five pack instant noodles, one half dried noodles, thirteen eggs, half canned cola, one canned beer, and a pile of potato chip cookies..."
"How come there are more snacks than staple food?"
It took more than ten minutes to count the materials, and Xu Annian roast.
The owner in front of the room seems to be a standard gaming mansion, with a large floor area of over 180 square meters. There are two esports rooms, one is a computer room and the other is a variety of controller games.
There are a large number of snacks in the computer room, along with some simple foods that are commonly available in the kitchen. Zero is always enough for one person to eat for ten days.
However, Xu Annian decided to go out and collect new supplies when there were about two days left of food.
In this way, even if food is not found in a timely manner, there is still time to buffer, so as not to be rushed to seek medical attention.
"If natural gas hasn't been cut off yet, then cook some noodles first."
Try the natural gas stove and find that it can still be turned on.
Xu Annian started cooking noodles.
Now is the seventh day of the apocalypse, natural gas and electricity can be cut off at any time, so there is no need to deliberately save food.
Eat and drink as you please.
Fill your stomach before considering your next plan.
So, the first lunch I had in the New World was clear soup noodles, along with two fried eggs and half a spoonful of old godmother.
The taste is good.
"Dong dong."
Just after taking a few bites, I heard one on the door.
Xu Annian ignored it.
It's already the end of the world, no serious person will come to visit.
It is estimated that a wandering zombie collided with the door, causing a knocking sound.
"Hello, is anyone at home?" Suddenly, a crisp and moving female voice came in.
Other survivors?