I'm living like a cockroach in the doomsday

Soon!

The group of zombies began to go into chaos. Zhang Xiaoqiang lit the homemade poison gas bombs and threw them towards the group of zombies one by one. In no time, thick smoke rose from the group of zombies, and the choking smell was so strong that even Zhang Xiaoqiang standing on the platform could smell it, let alone the zombies downstairs.

And these zombies were running around aimlessly like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been poked. They pushed and shoved each other, shouting and screaming. Some of them were so irritated by the smoke that they instantly started to scratch and bite the zombies around them crazily. Some zombies were knocked down to the ground, and then hundreds of big feet stepped on them, and they were submerged in the group of zombies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched this rare and exciting scene on the platform, feeling refreshed.

The group of zombies downstairs had all run away, leaving only a dozen or so unlucky zombies whose bones had been broken all over and were paralyzed on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang tightened his grip on the iron spear in his hand and killed them one by one. Then he walked into the convenience store. The food on the shelves was being consumed quickly. After he ate the last biscuit, he scanned the empty food shelves with a greedy look.

"Only eighty percent full."

He felt a bit regretful. The store was not big in the first place. After he had raided it several times, most of the shelves were already empty, and only some seasonings were left. With the thought that he'd rather take them than miss them, he put all of them into his backpack. Thinking that there wasn't much cigarette left at home, he took a pack of Red Crane Tower cigarettes and a pack of Soft China cigarettes and went home.

Zhang Xiaoqiang planned to set off to escape from the city the next morning. Now he needed to prepare all kinds of supplies first. After getting home, he went back to the two households on the first floor to see if he could find anything useful. Unfortunately, he didn't find much. However, he found a box of steel balls and a multifunctional folding military shovel in the bedroom of a military enthusiast. The shovel could be used for chopping, cutting, clamping and sawing. He hid it under the bed. It was a pity that the owner had been dead for a long time, but it turned out to be a good thing for Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The last thing Zhang Xiaoqiang got was a large-format provincial map hidden in the desk by this generous owner.

He loaded all the edible things, took all the water with him. Thinking that the glass bottles of seasonings like Lao Gan Ma would add to the weight, he took out several empty mineral water bottles and put the seasonings into them respectively. Finally, he took the few remaining packs of cigarettes apart and put them into his backpack.

After finishing these, Zhang Xiaoqiang found a large old-fashioned military canteen from the storeroom. It was the one his father had used when hunting before. He washed it clean and filled it with water. He could never have enough water. God knew whether the water outside was infected with the virus or not. Then he found an old-fashioned military satchel, which could be used to hold the old-fashioned aluminum iron lunch box at home. The lunch box could be used for boiling water and cooking rice. There was also a small enamel cup, all of which were left by his father back then.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help sighing, "Although the things left by the old man are old, each of them is a treasure!"

At last, he checked again and thought for a while, then put the two remaining packs of Longjing tea into the satchel.

After preparing the living supplies, it was time to check the weapons.

For the iron spear, the military knife, and the sniper crossbow that he had practiced with repeatedly, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already found some tricks. He polished off the protective paint on the arrow track, which could reduce wear and improve the stability of the arrow.

Then, he applied some lubricating oil from time to time. He inserted the military shovel into the backpack and that was it. After thinking about it, he inserted an iron hammer together with the military shovel. Who knew when it would come in handy!

When Zhang Xiaoqiang finished the preparation, it started to get dark. Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the households on the first floor, brought back a few imitation mahogany chairs, split them and burned them in the living room.

The wind blew in through the open window, making the flames in the living room dance gracefully, and the light in the room flickered on and off.

The changing light stirred Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts. He recalled all the joys and sorrows in this house. This was his last night at home before leaving.

...

Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up in the early morning and looked out of the window. The sky was hazy, and gusts of chilly wind blew across his face, causing a ripple in his heart.

He had moved three times, and this was the place where he had lived the longest. Half of his life had been spent here. He had thought that he would spend the rest of his life here too. Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him, and today he had to abandon it.

After packing his bags, checking his weapons, and getting dressed, before going out, he took one last look around the house, engraving everything in the house deeply in his heart. He didn't know if he would come back or what difficulties he would face in the future.

From the living room to the kitchen, and then to the bedroom, touching the computer, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed with emotion, "I'll say goodbye to the title of an otaku forever since there will be no computer or Internet in the days to come."

In the plastic bottle beside the computer, the cockroach was still pretending to be dead at the bottom of the bottle, seemingly unaware of everything happening outside the bottle. Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the bottle and shook it gently. The cockroach was startled and started to crawl around, looking for a way out.

It hadn't been affected at all by the two months without water or food.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang had an epiphany. The cockroach was so humble and tiny, but it was so calm in a desperate situation. It conserved every bit of its strength, minimized its consumption, and silently waited for an opportunity to escape.

Although this was the natural instinct of the cockroach, precisely this survival instinct made him admire it. All of a sudden, he felt hopeful about the future and no longer felt lost.

"I'll take the cockroach as an example and live in the apocalypse like a cockroach!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself.

He unscrewed the cap and poured the cockroach out. Watching the cockroach quickly crawl towards the corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang silently wished in his heart, "May you survive..."