Equipped with a rebar zombie, they are no matter how fierce, but also a double fist outmatched four-handed.

The route was full of dead walkers.

More than 100 zombies, they continue to advance, a group of three defense zombies are constantly being flooded by them. Vicious Walkers, always ripping Lu Chuan's walkers to shreds.

“Too bad the police walkers died too soon.”

If the police zombie is still, power chainsaw is not bad, with it a corpse, it can be a corpse when closed, 10,000 corpses mokai. The power of a chainsaw, in this small space, is a killer.

Unfortunately, the site of the only one chainsaw, but was cut in half early to the tyrant.

In the whole area, there is only one construction site, and then it is full of bustling business district. This is the heart of the city. It's all high-rises and malls. Where would Lu Chuan get another chainsaw?

Before, all Lu Chuan could see was the kilometer range.

Beyond that, Lu Chuan was afraid to let the Walkers try. This world, it is dangerous, appear licking, tyrant, minutes to let these strange zombies have no return.

But...

Killing God, when there are.

4 zombies stand on the line, it is carrying a sharpened extremely sharp machete. The identity of the basketball player, 1.9 meters tall, enough to make it stand out from the crowd.

Full of explosive muscle, although the surface of the skin is rotten off, but it does not affect its performance.

This kind of natural than other zombies tall zombies, in power, far from ordinary zombies can be compared. It carries a machete, like the god of war standing here.

"Ho..."

4 basketball player zombie snarls, his machete cleaves out.

The Machete flew through the air with a cold light.

Tori, strong.

Combination back, the first rushed to it in front of a zombie, was it forced with this kind of brute force, to split in half, fell on both sides.

The brutal scene made Lu Chuan Clench his fist and say, “Well done, that's it.”

The second zombie pounced on, brandishing his fangs and claws.

4 basketball player zombie is both hands holding machete, fiercely swept.

The head of this zombie, was cut off, the head was taken to one side, fell on the construction site. The jet-black liquid at the neck was rising desperately, but the body fell to the ground and did not move.

The attack of the zombies, they are not afraid, is still crazy to pounce on.

One More, one more.

Sharpened extremely sharp machete, vividly to attack the zombies a lesson, tell them how much the gap between * * and steel.

In the power of 4 basketball players zombies, no matter what zombies come, is a knife.

Some cut off half the head, some cut it in half, some cut off the whole head.

Either way, it's lethal to walkers.

On the way forward, full of walkers to attack the corpse.

As the god of killing the same 4 basketball players zombies, it does not have the power to stop such a saying, institutions of killing, dozens of attack zombies, hate in front of it.

The corpse that piles up, it is piled up to become a hill like.

The attack Zombie's unceasing reduction, means from the success, is getting closer and closer.

…………

Dozens of kilometers outside the city.

A fortress-like survivor's stronghold, it appeared on the horizon.

This survivor's stronghold, which has an astonishing size of the wall, 20 meters high, wide up to six meters.

From a distance, it is a fortress.

On top of the fence could be seen some people patrolling. A group of five people walked on the fence, which was six meters wide. Their sharp eyes scanned the distance, looking for any possible crisis.

Everyone who can survive the Apocalypse and become a soldier is not simple.

Only their equipment, but mostly homemade guns and crossbows.

Under the wall, there are some sporadic zombies, they wander around, from time to time will flood to the wall below, make climbing the wall to the action.

The patrolmen paid no attention to their actions.

With their numbers, it's impossible to climb a 20-meter fence. Without the accumulation of hundreds of thousands, it would be difficult to threaten the wall.

Standing on the fence, you can see the misty city high-rises in the distance.

“Get rid of the Walkers. There's a convoy leaving.”

With the sound of shouting, just in the patrol, immediately took down their weapons, concentrated to the gate of the wall where the place.

Some of these weapons are crossbows, some are indigenous lances.

Bang

Swish

Different sounds sounded up, below the scattered zombies one by one looked up and fell down.

Gun Bullets, in these walkers head off a piece of rotten meat and black liquid. And strong crossbow, is a crossbow in the head, as the zombie fell and tremble.

Under the pressure of several years of survival, can become combatants of the survivors, are all elite-level gunmen.

The dozens of zombies that surrounded the gate of the wall before were cleared away in a moment and fell to the ground.

Don't be surprised, here is a few tens of kilometers away is an international metropolis, every day there will be some sporadic zombies appear in the vicinity. Even if you do, some will wander in here the next day.

Over time, the survivors got used to the zombie-infested neighborhood.

Every time a convoy set out, always be the entrance of the area to clean up the Walkers, so that they will open the gate when the threat to the stronghold's interior.

The gate of the stronghold was opened immediately after the zombies were cleared out.

A convoy of dozens of different vehicles roared out of the gate, pointing at the city dozens of kilometers away.

This fleet consists of vehicles of unruly specifications.

There were police cars, trucks, buses, an armored car, and several large suvs. These cars, without exception, are modified, with a solid and ferocious appearance.

Like a bus, the whole car is welded by steel bars, like a moving steel castle.

The trucks in the convoy, with their forklift shovels mounted in front of the front of the truck, combined with their horsepower, were absolutely ferocious.

Without supplies of spare parts, no one cares what kind of car it is, as long as it can be driven.

In the blink of an eye, the convoy was gone, leaving only a line of dust and smoke rising from the sky.

There are teams like this almost every day.

They can make a lot of money in a world where resources are a little out of balance if they can find something of value.

“Five walkers and a black bun.”

Only to see the stronghold gate, a leader in the shouting, instantly attracted a large group of people crazy. They quickly picked up ten people and dragged the dead walkers to a large pit hundreds of meters away and threw them in.

The Corpse Sweeper, is their name, cleans up the corpse of 5 zombies, is for this one can let them live a day of steamed bread.

The stronghold was not small. It was built on the back of a small town.

The streets inside were deserted.

Under many eaves are people with numb faces and empty eyes who stay under the eaves like corpses, as if everything outside had nothing to do with them. .

Occasionally came out need workers voice, but let these numb people, become crazy.

Sometimes they would fight each other for a bite-to-eat job.

In the end times, human life was not worth much, and every day someone would die because of this kind of fight. No one cared who would die. The dead were thrown out of the city like garbage.

In the center of the stronghold town, however, there were bursts of cheers.

A place that had been converted into a necropolis, but it was full of people, and zero was screaming like crazy.

On-site.

A burly man, holding a dog-leg knife, stooped slightly and panted on his knee.

In front of him was a man in full body armor, carrying a meteor hammer.

The source of the arena, in fact, the arena changed to another mode, not with the beast fight, but with the corpse fight. But more often than not, it's people versus people.

Each time, it draws in tens of thousands of survivors, who live in a Sleeper Cell world and are nervous enough to need a way to vent their emotions.

No matter is the person and the corpse, or the person and the person, here, all represents the blood.

Every day someone dies here, and every day someone works a miracle here.

In order to a meal, many people will use their lives here to gamble.

Today you will live, tomorrow you may be killed by the next challenger, a corpse that no one will look at more than once.

"AH..."

With a mad roar, the stout man strode up to the armored man with a determined look on his face.

Knowing that it is very difficult to defeat the other side, but from the moment they step into this arena, there is no turning back.

It is a survivor's stronghold of despair and madness, and a representative of thousands of survivors' strongholds and bases.

In the survivors' stronghold, everyone is desperate to live, crazy to live. If you don't want to starve to death, don't want to be killed by others, just squeeze out all your own, live within your means.

The survivors, who can last more than five years, are wild, cruel, and cruel.