At this moment, even he, who had always been kind-hearted, clearly realized that these guys could definitely not be human.
With a crisp "crack" sound, Liu Yaowen's head fell to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.
The headless body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and the head that rolled to the ground was facing the three people.
The three were horrified to find that Liu Yaowen's lifeless eyes were staring at them. There was neither fear nor pain on his face, but instead a faint weird smile appeared on his face.
Looking at this creepy smile, the three of them felt a chill in their hearts and their hair stood on end.
Just as Zhang Yang raised his machete and prepared to kill the others who were still desperately calling for help, there was a sudden burst of urgent shouting and chaotic footsteps outside the house.
The three people in the room were startled, and Li Yao and the young man also came to their senses and looked at Zhang Yang.
During the few days of hiding here, everyone believed what Zhang Yang said without a doubt, so now they are all looking at him.
Firstly, Zhang Yang was kindhearted by nature and would never kill innocent people easily; secondly, he adhered to the principle of fairness and justice and distributed food equally to everyone. Even he himself would not enjoy any special treatment and would eat and drink with everyone else. Such a style was truly impressive.
At this moment, Zhang Yang's face was solemn and he remained silent.
Right now, there is no time to kill these guys in front of me whose background is unknown. Since the end of the world, everything in the world has become strange and unpredictable. God knows what has happened to them.
Judging from the noise, the outside of the house was already in chaos, and the most urgent thing was to evacuate the place as quickly as possible.
Without any hesitation, he shouted, "Let's go!" and then he led the way and stepped out of the room first.
Before running out of the room, Li Yao, who was following behind, couldn't help but look back at the head that was smiling at them. At that moment, she seemed to see a white thing wriggling in the mouth of the head, and she was so scared that she quickly ran out.
Zhang Yang and the other two had just stepped out of the house when they heard an urgent shout: "Quick, quick, quick! Hurry up and pull the things over to block the door. There are too many zombies outside. It seems that we can't hold them back!"
When I heard the sound and looked over, I saw a group of people trying their best to block a double glass door.
The door was designed to be pushed inward, and outside the door there were densely packed, countless zombies crowded at the doorway, their pale, skinny hands kept banging on the glass door, making a series of creepy "bang bang bang" sounds, and the rotten flesh on their palms was constantly smeared on the glass door, leaving stains everywhere.
This heavy glass door has become the company's last line of defense against external threats.
Once this door is breached, their group of dozens of people will be trapped inside.
There are only a few ordinary offices and an independent office belonging to the boss.
The person who was speaking was considered to be relatively fat among the group.
However, the so-called "fat" is actually only 160 pounds.
He is about 170 cm tall. The reason why he looks a little fat is mainly because his round belly is more prominent than others. He is not fat because of eating too much, but because of too much moisture in his body, which leads to such a physique.
At this moment, he was seen leaning against the gap between the two glass doors, trying his best to hold up the door, as if he wanted to build an indestructible wall with his body.
Beside him, a group of thin men, women, old and young worked together to help hold the door, and everyone's face was filled with tension and fear.
There were also several people running around in various offices in a panic, hastily moving tables and chairs, trying to use these items to block the door.
The "fat man" who was shouting happened to be facing the direction where Zhang Yang and the others were. When he saw Zhang Yang and the others running out of the room, he immediately shouted anxiously.
After hearing the shouts, Zhang Yang and three others did not dare to delay for a moment and quickly ran to the side to look around for various items that could be used as props to block the door.
After a while, Zhang Yang pushed several boxes of A4 printing paper to the glass door with all his strength. As the situation was urgent, he did not have time to think about it and directly stuffed the printing paper under the crotch of the shouting man, blocking the door firmly.
After placing the paper steadily, Zhang Yang quickly stretched out his arms and pushed the door hard.
Seeing this, the "fat man" on the side also turned around hurriedly, and together with Zhang Yang, they tried their best to hold up the crumbling door.
At this moment, the "fat man" was already sweating profusely, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly sliding down his forehead. He was gasping for breath, and his breathing was so rapid that it seemed as if he was going to die in the next second.
"Where are Liu Qiang, Gao Li, Cui Jian and the others now?"
While pushing the door with difficulty, Zhang Yang looked around vigilantly and asked loudly to the fat man Liu Qiang beside him.
Liu Qiang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "They were responsible for covering the rear just now, but they were bitten by those damn zombies! There was no time for them to get here!"
When he spoke, his voice was full of trembling and anger, making it difficult to tell whether it was due to overwork or extreme grief and indignation over the unfortunate death of his teammates.
Upon hearing the news, Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face instantly became extremely heavy and sad.
Another companion fell in this cruel battle for survival. Why did this happen? Is it really so difficult to survive?
Despite his deep grief, Zhang Yang still did not forget the task at hand.
He continued to push the door desperately, his eyes burning with rage as he glared fiercely at the group of savage zombies outside the door.
At this moment, he wanted to rush out the door immediately and fight these hateful guys to death! But reason told him that doing so would only lead to his death in vain.
Instead of acting impulsively, it would be more practical and effective to wait for the right opportunity and specifically target those lone zombies to avenge your dead teammates.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang took a deep breath, readjusted his posture, and held the door more firmly.
"Quick! Move the things in front of the door and put the sofa in front of the door! This sofa is perfect!"
Li Yao and the young man named Zhao Ming followed closely with several other people. Together, they slowly pushed out the huge sofa in the boss's office, which was usually used to entertain guests.
This sofa looks extremely heavy. The armrests at the feet are made of solid wood, which makes them look particularly thick. The high backrest gives people a strong sense of security and can block the glass door.
Everyone worked together, gritted their teeth, and tried their best, but the sofa still moved very slowly. They didn't have much strength because they hadn't eaten for several days.
As long as you successfully place it in front of the glass door, you can temporarily prevent the zombies from breaking in, giving everyone more precious time to think about countermeasures.