"Wang Xiaotian, don't sleep, the zombie virus has broken out." Chen Chen packed his things anxiously and roared at Wang Xiaotian who was sleeping on the desk...
"Brother Tian, stop running, I really can't run anymore." Chen Chen, sweating profusely, shouted at Wang Xiaotian who was running ahead...
"Brother Tian is so exhausted, fat guy. This must be someone who did not handle the virus research well. Hey! Brother Tian, why are you picking up that broken iron box? That thing is not as useful as my steel pipe." Chen Chen said looking at Wang Xiaotian who was sweating profusely and still picking up garbage with his backpack.
"Brother Tian, you are awesome. Where did you get this gun?" Said the little fat man Chen Chen, looking at the G17 in Wang Xiaotian's hand.
"Brother Tian, there are too many zombies. Even if I add my second brother with a gun, I can't do this much. Brother Tian, where did you get the Gatling?" Chen Chen looked at Wang Xiaotian with a shocked face as he pulled out the Gatling heavy machine gun from his bag.
Later, Chen Chen fell into deep thought as he looked at Wang Xiaotian's backpack, which was almost never full, and the weapons he took out of the backpack that did not match the size of the backpack at all.
