Los Angeles: Fa Xiao and I Survive in the Apocalypse

[Main line of growth, multi-theme dungeons, multi-character group portraits, decisive killing, not routine, not brainless fun, survival, zombies, doomsday, materials + novel themes + non-brainless cool articles + non-invincible + serial potions + weird + road survival + upgraded supplies + cruelty] 2036, Los Angeles. Wang Zhe and his seven friends have just landed and are ready to have fun. The U-virus breaks out across the world and zombies swarm. They are being hunted by the Crane Company. They are in a foreign country and are calling every day. There is no system, no plug-ins, and no cheats. There are only eight ordinary people: Wang Zhe, a coward who has been secretly in love with Yang Lei for ten years and dare not speak out, Han Jin, a second-generation rich man who protects his wife, Gao Shi, who is a theoretical king with trembling legs in actual combat, Zhang Lei, who is honest and honest but the most violent, Zhang Mumu, a talkative atmosphere group, Yang Lei, a civilized woman, Wang Chao, a retired soldier with a despairing heart, and Aijuan, the six sober people in the world. Eight people fought from the hotel to the sewer, from the supermarket to the library, and from the port back to the motherland. Search for supplies, fight zombies, evade pursuit, and survive. Encountered the pursuer, the monster who was stunned when he saw the red dress. Meet the Predator, the madman who plays with teddy bear bombs. Meet Mouse, the leader of the survivors who wants to sell them for serum. I also met Lao Zheng, the stranger who handed me half a bowl of hot soup. There is betrayal, there is sacrifice, there are moments when you cry like a dog. There are also hands held in the darkness, half a biscuit handed to me in the firelight, and a figure standing in front of me at a critical moment of life and death. The most important thing is Eight people, eight lives. No one can be left behind. There is no system in Doomsday, but I have eight little ones. Enough. Waiting for the rescue team, waiting to return home, waiting for that hot pot meal that I have talked about eight hundred times. Wait