Chapter 97 Bloodthirsty Claws

In a stronghold, it is impossible for everyone to be trapped inside and starve to death.

Under starvation, even the weakest person can do crazy things.

There are still ten kilometers away from the stronghold, where many survivors can be seen moving. Some of them were digging wild vegetables, looking for everything they could eat.

Scattered survivors scoured the nearby buildings over and over again, hoping to find something to eat.

Over the years, the result was that there was nothing edible within a radius of 20 to 30 kilometers. Even the bark and grass roots were dug up and eaten by the survivors.

Those with strength will go farther, or enter the city.

It's just the number of zombies in the city and the appearance of alienated zombies, not everyone has this strength.

Walking in these places, Lu Chuan has a problem, that's why they don't farm?

With the flatness here, it is better to plant anything than to be hungry now, right? But Lu Chuan saw that it was a barren land, and the fields were full of weeds.

Although they saw the survivors, Chu Bin and the others did not dare to be careless and remained vigilant.

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, a heart-pounding voice came from a distance.

Hearing this kind of voice, Chu Bin and the others reacted quickly when their faces changed greatly. Without any hesitation, they just searched for the closest place to hide and rushed in.

Lu Chuan's actions should be one beat slower. After all, he has never experienced it before, so he doesn't know what it means.

Chu Bin and the others looked nervous, but Lu Chuan still did the same.

In fact, with the zombie suit, Lu Chuan is not very worried about the zombies coming. As long as he doesn't kill himself, these zombies will treat him as an ordinary member.

After hiding, a small black spot appeared in the sky.

The survivors, who were still looking for food before, looked like crazy, looking for any place where they could hide.

Some survivors used a kind of camouflage clothing woven from weeds to cover themselves directly, and then lie down in the grass or in some corners.

"Woooo..."

A loud sound roared past.

When Lu Chuan looked up, what he saw made Lu Chuan stunned.

In human form, the arms and the body are connected by huge flesh membranes, forming wings. Their hands and feet are alienated with sharp claws, more like a demon or batman.

They were hideous, with wrinkled skin and extremely strong decay.

A slightly open mouth full of pointed teeth.

"What the hell is this?"

Lu Chuan was a little stunned, there is still this kind of zombie? Looking at this form, it should be this kind of flying zombie that evolved and evolved by humans after the mutation?

Like patrolling the territory, these flying corpses in the form of demons passed by here.

"It's bloodthirsty claws."

Chu Bin, who was terrified, said in a low voice, as if he realized that he had made a sound, and he covered his mouth with his hands in panic.

"Ugh..."

It was another mournful whimper, as if it had found a target. This group of bloodthirsty claws formed a tornado in the sky, swooping down from the sky.

I only saw some survivors who were hidden before. They roared and ran desperately one by one, but they were caught up by these bloodthirsty claws, and they fell from the air and overwhelmed them.

The sharp teeth bite down, and their hands and feet have sharp claws, like eight-clawed spiders, hugging people tightly.

Dozens of bloodthirsty claws swooped down and ate the unfortunate survivors in an instant, leaving only the red-stained streets.

Now Lu Chuan finally knows why the survivors can't farm anymore. This apocalypse is not like the last world in Resident Evil. The types and numbers of zombies here are even more numerous and miscellaneous.

With these bloodthirsty claws, it is enough to make any survivors exposed to the wild despair.

What's more, the larger flying zombies that I saw in the biochemical factory before are the ones that are so strong.

In this kind of environment, the living space of human beings can be imagined.

If you dare to leave the stronghold, you must always be prepared to die.

In such a harsh environment, if it wasn't for starvation, who would come to the outside world?

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It took half an hour for this group of bloodthirsty claws to leave.

The whole sky returned to calm, and it was a blue sunny day again.

The survivors who hid before appeared one after another. For all this, they seemed numb, and no one had any expression on their faces. And then plunged into this kind of sweeping business.

As long as it can be used, everything will be their goal.

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The wall in front of him, almost 20 meters high, gave Lu Chuan the feeling that he became a little small.

In the distance, you can see some armed men on patrol.

The terrain here is open, and the survivors cleaned up all the buildings and woods in the vicinity, forming a flat area. The advantage is that on the high fence, you can see everything for several kilometers.

No matter how zombies appear, they can be found quickly.

Survivors traveling back and forth will also be monitored by the fence, and they will be watched all the time as long as they appear.

Lu Chuan's group of three, like this kind of scattered survivors, did not carry heavy weapons. After discovering them, the armed men on the fence would not pay attention to Lu Chuan and them.

The combination of the three young people, in their opinion, is bloody Fang Gang who does not know whether to live or die.

It was definitely luck that they came back alive.

When they were approaching the entrance and exit gate of the stronghold, Chu Bin and the others were a little timid.

"what happened?"

"We, we don't pay taxes on food."

Looking at the cuts on the wall, Chu Bin's faces turned even paler. At this angle, the giant crossbow that can be seen, the steel arrow on it is barbed, polished sharply, and exudes a cold light.

Once there are zombies approaching, these giant crossbows built with modern technology are enough to nail the alienated zombies to the ground.

The giant arrow more than two meters long makes people tremble.

Lu Chuan didn't understand what was going on with paying taxes.

However, Lu Chuan is not short of food. What he needs now is to go in, so Lu Chuan said directly: "I will help you out."

Hearing what Lu Chuan said, Chu Bin's faces softened.

Food is important, but if they cannot enter the stronghold, they will always face danger. Maybe at some point, he will die outside and become food for zombies.

Near the gate of the fence, there are four armed men stationed. Above, more than a dozen guns were aimed at Lu Chuan and the three of them. Any changes will be beaten into a sieve.

"Bring it."

An armed man beckoned to Lu Chuan, and the other three were holding guns, seemingly relaxed. In fact, Lu Chuan knew that any change would usher in their fastest shooting.

Lu Chuan's current shape is actually a bit sturdy.

Carrying a bag of rebar javelins, it looks very popular.

Lu Chuan gave the other party the bag of food in his hand, and let the other party take out half of it.

After taking out half of it, the armed man laughed: "Yo, the harvest is good, no wonder they dared to leave the stronghold. Some people who are too self-sufficient, their fate is either eaten by zombies or nothing. There is no food to pay taxes, It is not allowed to enter the stronghold, and in the end there is a dead end. These people deserve to die, do you really think that anyone can go hunting outside?"

Lu Chuan took back the bag, nodded, and led Chu Bin and the others across the gate.

The six-meter-wide wall is completely comparable to the Great Wall.

Walking in the dark doorway, Lu Chuan knew why there was a tax in the stronghold. In fact, it is a kind of restriction, which restricts the survivors from going out to hunt. Under this tax system, only the capable people dare to do so.

It is easy to go out, but if you want to enter the base again, if you can't find food, you are not allowed to come back.

I really want to enter the stronghold, but I can't pay the food, there is only one result, which is to become a slave.

Slaves, a product that has disappeared for hundreds of years, appear in this last world, but it is reasonable. Without order, human nature can be magnified infinitely, and it will not be strange to have anything beyond imagination.

Lu Chuan didn't care about this, but walked into the stronghold with an uneasy mood.

"Survivor, stronghold... I'm finally here." In his heart, Lu Chuan couldn't help crying.

This stronghold actually surrounded a small town and turned it into a huge living place.

A straight avenue runs through the entire stronghold.

With the avenue as the center, a block of residential buildings are built on both sides of the avenue, and through the alleys, they can lead to the communities behind. There are densely packed residential buildings.

What caught Lu Chuan's eyes was not prosperity, but desertion.

Countless old shops still have their signboards, but the doors are closed, or the doors have been smashed and left open, and you can see some survivors wrapped around them, like a corpse sleeping inside, no movement. Do not move.

For this, Lu Chuan was completely smeared.

Like how many people are here, the composition of forces, etc., who controls this stronghold, and what level of firepower is there.

All this, Lu Chuan knew nothing about it.

Entering here, Lu Chuan wandered aimlessly, and he needed to observe the entire base.

Chu Bin and Wu Jiang, after entering the stronghold, followed Lu Chuan's back. In this apocalypse, it is really difficult to meet someone like Lu Chuan who is willing to help them instead of being indifferent.

From the action and strength of Lu Chuan's bidding gun, Chu Bin knew that Lu Chuan was definitely an alienated person and belonged to a new human being.

The aliens are the strong men of human beings, and only by following them can they guarantee their survival.

They followed all the way, seeing that Lu Chuan had no objection, they followed all the way, with apprehension on their faces. They were really afraid that Lu Chuan suddenly let them go away.

This small town is not small. According to Lu Chuan's observation, it should be about the size of a county.

As for the survivors, there is no way to count them.

God knows how many people walk in the house as if waiting to die, and how many people die in the house, and no one cares when it rots and stinks? This world is indifferent, don't expect someone to reach out and pull you.

Perhaps conscience, kindness, and soft-heartedness will occur within half a year or a year of the last days.

However, with the harsh environment, betrayal and distrust between people, years have passed, and any kindness in those who are still alive has turned into cruelty.