The zombies roared hoarsely, opening their mouths, wanting to bite him. He could only raise his arm, blocking the zombie's mouth, luckily there was metal protection, otherwise he would have already turned into a zombie.
Uncle Hammer struggled to break free, but the zombie's strength was too great, especially when it goes crazy, it becomes terrifyingly frightening.
Just when Uncle Hammer didn't know what to do.
Poof!
The zombie's head was pierced by an iron pipe.
He pushed the dead zombie aside, nodded to the survivor who saved him, "Thanks."
"Uncle Hammer, what's there to thank? It seems like there was only one zombie, we'd better hurry up."
"Mm."
Encountering such a situation, Uncle Hammer was still shaken, his heart pounding.
Really intense and thrilling.
This is what the apocalypse is.
Dangers lurk everywhere, you never know when they'll fall on your head.
Trying to survive alone in the apocalypse is very difficult.
You must have trustworthy, reliable comrades.
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