Chapter 22 Sailing Carnival 22
Chapter 22 Sailing Carnival 22
Fu An'an carried the wooden ladder and walked inside with a slightly relaxed mood. As he got closer to the container, a stench lingered faintly at the tip of his nose.
Fu Anan sniffled, thinking that the air would be better on the boat. She took out a face towel to cover her nose, and continued walking in the direction she had chosen.
Outside the hut, Fu Yizhi opened the door and looked at the person at the door with cold eyes.
"First, sir."
Seeing Fu An'an leave, Sun Caiyan stood guard at the door, looking at Fu Yizhi with probing and flattering expressions.
It doesn't matter if Fu Anan doesn't want her anymore, the man in front of him is handsome and skilled, the most important thing is that he still has a gun! After only seeing him, Sun Caiyan made him his goal.
"Sir, can you take me in?" Sun Caiyan showed her weakest and most charming side, and looked at Fu Yizhi pitifully, "My companion and I have some misunderstandings, and now I am alone, and it is dark and scary outside."
Fu Yizhi didn't respond at all, so he dismissed her as air.
Sun Caiyan bit her lip, clasped her hands together and begged Fu Yizhi, "Sir, I don't know how long it will take for the freighter to dock. I can't do it alone. Please help me."
"roll."
The door slammed shut.
Being chased away like air, Sun Caiyan clenched her lower lip and looked at the door angrily, and walked away with resentment.
On the other side, Fu Anan carried the wooden ladder and continued walking towards the container.
However, the closer to the center of the container, the stench became stronger and stronger, which was very similar to the smell of rotting corpses in the cabin below.
Fu Anan's pace slowed down...
The containers were stacked extremely high, and Fu Anan stood at the bottom, looking at the dark red container next to him.
The legs of the container were already rusted, and the rusty water gathered around and further rotted the outside of the container. Fu Anan was about to leave when he suddenly found a hole in the corner of a container, and something seemed to be shaking inside.
Curiosity made her squat down, and slowly approached to see what it was.
Stab.
A pale finger protruded from the hole, the fingertips were still painted with bright red nail polish. The fingers were twisted and hooked in the air stiffly, the flesh foam was scraped by the sharp edge, and the black blood slowly oozes out.
Fu Anan took out the kitchen knife and gently moved the finger.
Suddenly, there was a violent impact sound from this container.
The sound was like a drop of water falling into hot oil, and it caused a huge reaction. The things in the dozens of containers around me couldn’t stand the loneliness anymore, the zombie’s unique roars, impacts, nails and teeth scraping against the iron sheet of the container...
The sounds surrounding Fu An'an made one's scalp tingle.
I wipe!
Fu Anan threw down the wooden ladder and ran back quickly.
"Master Fu is bad, all the containers in Area B are full of zombies!"
Fu An'an wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and closed the doors and windows of the hut tightly.
Fu Yizhi was not surprised when he heard this, and his expression was flat, "Not only in Zone B, but 70% of the containers in the four major zones are filled with zombies."
Coming a day earlier than Fu An'an, Fu Yizhi had already surveyed the entire deck.
Seventy percent!
Now it was Fu An'an's turn to lose his mind.
At the beginning, I thought it was safer on the deck, so I risked my life to come out, but now I went straight into the zombie nest.
Fu An'an sat down on the ground weakly, and wiped his tears silently, "This ghost game is really disgusting. If you don't say anything, you will be trampled on by thunder. How many zombies are there for a container on the seventh floor."
Fu Yizhi: "About twenty thousand."
"How do you know? Have you counted?"