He finally rummaged through it for a long time, and turned out half a pack of unfinished biscuits from it. It is estimated that some gluttonous little girl brought it in, but now it has become Gavin's life-saving food.

Closing the door to the dressing room behind him, and then finding something to hold it back, Gavin sat on the floor by the window, opened the biscuit and slowly ate it.

After eating about three pieces, although his stomach was still croaking, he still resisted taking the remaining biscuits into his arms, and then filled the mineral water in the water dispenser.

This is only a little life-saving food left, so it is better to save some money.

After drinking a belly of water, but his stomach was still croaking, and Gavin would not smoke.

However, he heard that smoking relieves hunger, so he pulled out a packet of Marlboro and dotted it. As soon as I inhaled it into my lungs, I choked myself half to death.

For most of the day, the sun slowly began to set, and the afterglow shone through the window on Gavin's face.

After a day of desperate running, he felt tiredness coming towards him little by little, a pair of eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally slowly closed together.

"Help! Help me! ”

Suddenly, in this silent evening, a cry for help came. Gavin's loose nerves immediately tightened, and he quickly opened his eyes and looked through the window towards the source of the sound.

Before long, the cries for help were getting closer, and Gavin looked intently out the window.

Suddenly, a man in a security suit appeared in the clearing below.

While running forward in panic, he turned back from time to time and fired a few shots, the bullets "boomed" and roared, and behind him were a sea of zombies.

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Gavin felt a pang of excitement in his heart, because he finally saw a surviving of his kind.

At the moment, he only had one hope in his heart, that is, this survivor could run faster, otherwise he would have to become food for the zombies behind.

However, things did not go as he wished, and the survivor's machine gun fired a few times, and then the bullets ran out.

What's more frightening is that I don't know if he was frightened or too tired of running, and his speed actually gradually slowed down.

Seeing that the zombies behind him were getting closer and closer, and he was about to catch him, Gavin hurriedly picked up the AK47 on the ground and prepared to help him.

"Ahhh!!"

With an exclamation, the guard tripped over the stone on the ground and fell to the ground.

Gavin didn't even have a chance to open the insurance, and the man was flooded by the vast zombie tide, and a burst of screams accompanied by a creepy chewing sound sounded, and Gavin fell to the ground weakly.

Through the window, looking at the humanoid monsters feasting below, competing for their own kind one by one, Gavin's heart was sad. The loneliness that I had managed to get rid of just now disappeared in an instant.

Now he feels that the world has abandoned him again, and he is alone again!

Originally, when a person walked over, there was not so much burden in his heart, but he did not have such a strong feeling. However, there is hope and then dashed in an instant, which is unbearable for anyone.

The sky gradually darkened, and the zombies began to wander around one by one after eating their "prey". Gavin looked back at the reinforced gate, then found a corner and curled up all night. Because he feels so safe, there is a sense of dependence and reality behind him.

This night, Gavin did not sleep well, always dreaming that he was running in the clearing, and the zombies around him opened their mouths of blood, tearing off the flesh all over their bodies little by little.

"Ah~~"

Shouting, Gavin woke up sharply and looked out the window at the sunlight.

The sky, it was already dawn, touched his back, already soaked.

Gavin felt a burst of depression in his chest, came to the window, took out a cigarette and took a sharp sip; Feeling the smoke slowly enter the chest, it felt slightly better.

Slowly exhaling a breath of smoke, he looked obliquely at the clearing, yesterday's survivor had turned into a pile of broken bones at this moment, and he could vaguely see the black blood stains of his hair.

A flock of pigeons fluttered their wings and fluttered, "cooing".

These pigeons, which are usually fed on artificial islands, have always been a tourist attraction in the west; However, because there was no one to feed, groups of bones were crowded under hunger.