The boy, no, the girl

Flashlight directed above the small attic.

Discovered above the small upstairs, a person with short hair squatting, face filled with motor oil, at first glance black as ink, extremely dirty, very thin teen figure.

He was not wearing a short sleeve shirt that did not fit.

At this moment, he holds a wrench in his hand.

If Zhang Ting dared to go upstairs, he could smash Zhang Ting's head.

Zhang Ting said to the teenager: "Are you the son of the old man of this store?"

The young man waited a moment, then nodded.

Zhang Ting asked: "Where is your father?"

The boy shook his head.

From start to finish, don't say a word.

Zhang Ting asked again: "Are you deaf and mute?"

The teenager still shook his head.

Zhang Ting asked: "Not mute and deaf, but without saying a word, are you afraid of me?"

At this time, along the road there are Zombie heads.

Perhaps smelling the living spirituality, perhaps the small upstairs with some movement, has attracted to it.

The zombie slowly went to Zhang Ting's side.

Zhang Ting took a baseball bat, directly tying Zombie's head.

Zhang Ting asked: "Can you fix the car?"

The teen nodded, unreasonably, still refusing to let go of the wrench.

Zhang Ting laughed, then said: "Bring down the wrench, maybe your wrench, can you handle this object?"

While talking, Zhang Ting pulled out the pistol.

Zhang Ting said: "This is a real gun, a head shot gun is no problem."

The boy was clearly a little flustered, his arm clutching the wrench, also began to tremble.

Zhang Ting said: "You have good temperament, I just miss someone who can fix the car."

The boy at first glance was only thirteen and fourteen, and Zhang Ting did not consider him to be a threat.

If the teenager was an adult, Zhang Ting would not patiently talk to him with his temperament.

Zhang Ting took out all Snickers from himself, smoked sausage, biscuits, and mineral water, in the boy's eyes a disbelieving look appeared, he said: "I will come sometimes. Here to see you, convenient for you a little bit of food. "

These biscuits, smoked sausage, Snickers, mineral water, which was originally prepared by Tran Thi Nhu.

After finishing Zhang Ting, he turned to leave.

Just listen to bang for an hour.

Zhang Ting pulled the rolling door.

In the Car Repair shop, once again fell inside a dark area.

Waiting until Zhang Ting after leaving, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

He lay down directly, at the same time caught Snickers, muttered: "Who is he coming with?"

If Zhang Ting was still in this place, could hear the boy, no, the sound girl ...

Definitely won't be in a hurry.

...

After leaving to repair the car at the store, Zhang Ting rode a motorcycle, first finding a cheap store.

This cheap store has a very large surface, at least more than a hundred, coming to 200 m2.

At the entrance, there were six refrigerators.

Thinking about before the end of the world, her mind was very good a ..

Zhang Ting opened his climbing backpack, this time, he only took biscuits in loose packages, not carrying boxes

The barrel takes up too much space, no one can carry.

These biscuits have a sense of taste, a little less ability, but they carry a lot, can be stored for a long time, can be eaten immediately without cooking at all.

Pork trotters, smoked sausage, canned beef, dried beef, pickled vegetables, salty eggs ...

These are really food, you can take as much as you can to handle.

As for mineral water, just holding a barrel.

But lighters, candles, batteries of all kinds of items, Zhang Ting also held many.

In the past when entering a low-cost store, only remember to bring food, and the basic items activities did not even think about those things.

The living items have to get a little more tonight.

Although Yang Ding is indoors, there are still many candles, but I worry about painting beforehand.

In the inner apocalypse, more and more a living material, is always not wrong.

Next, go over to the nearby grocery store and take a bag of 50 pounds of rice.

Use ropes to fix things.

Take a flashlight look at the clock in hand.

The time is 10pm.

Not much difference, so go home.

Unreasonable, right at the moment Zhang Ting was about to leave.

Far away once again rang the trumpet sound.

It's an improved vehicle for a cross-country vehicle.