Chapter 22 Sailing Carnival 22
Fu Anan 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 board. 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 coldly at the person at the door.
"First, sir."
Seeing Fu An'an leaving, Sun Caiyan deliberately 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 handso and skilled, and 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 in?" Sun Caiyan showed the most delicate and charming side, and looked at Fu Yizhi pitifully, "My companion and I have so 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 ."
"roll."
The door was slamd shut.
Being chased away like air, Sun Caiyan clenched her lower lip, glanced at the door angrily, and walked away with resentnt.
On the other side, Fu Anan carried the wooden ladder and continued to walk towards the container.
However, the closer to the center of the container, the stronger the stench, which is very similar to the sll of rotting corpses in the cabin below.
Fu Anan's pace slowed down...
The containers were stacked extrely high, and Fu Anan stood at the bottom, looking at the dark red container next to him.
The legs of the container are already rusted, and the rust water has 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 sothing seed to be shaking inside.
Curiosity made her squat down, and slowly approached to see what it was.
Thorn.
A pale finger stretched out from the hole, and the fingertip was 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 this finger.
Suddenly, there was a violent banging sound from this container.
The sound was like a drop of water falling into hot oil, causing a huge reaction. The things in the dozens of containers around couldn’t stand the loneliness anymore, the zombie’s unique roars, crashing sounds, nails and teeth scraping the iron skin of the container...
These voices surrounded Fu Anan, making 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 Anan 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 District B, but 70% of the containers in the four major districts are filled with zombies."
Co a day earlier than Fu Anan, Fu Yizhi has already surveyed the entire deck.
Seventy percent!
Now it was Fu Anan's turn to lose his mind.
At the beginning, I thought it was safer on the deck, so I risked my life to co out, but now I went straight into the zombie nest.
Fu Anan sat down on the ground weakly, and silently wiped his tears, "This ghost ga is really disgusting. If you don't say anything, you will be trampled on by thunder. How many zombies are there for a seven-story container."
Fu Yizhi: "About 20,000."
"How do you know? Have you counted?"
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