Chapter 27 Sailing Carnival 27

Chapter 27 Sailing Carnival 27

A burst of rapid gunshots caught Fu An'an's attention.

The container door was quietly opened a crack, and the two climbed on the container and looked down.

With a wide view from above, it is easy to spot the group of zombies crowded in the narrow aisle of the container below and the people running away with guns.

"Those are the people in the kitchen?"

"Um."

Almost every one of these men carried a gun, and it was obvious that they had plenty of ammunition. They were chased by the zombies and had to climb onto the container. Seeing this, Fu Anan couldn't help but frowned, and said worriedly, "They won't come up, will they?"

"Probably not." Fu Yizhi put down the binoculars, "They don't have tools."

The only wooden ladder was taken away by them, and the difficulties encountered before became the current guarantee.

"By the way, where did this telescope come from?" Fu An'an looked at Fu Yizhi.

"The captain's control room took it by the way." Fu Yizhi stood up and sat back in the container.

Seeing that he didn't look at it, Fu Anan was a little itchy, "Can I borrow it?"

"No." Facing Fu An'an's request, Fu Yizhi rejected it expressionlessly.

Fu An'an turned her head and curled her lips, she didn't look at it if she didn't look at it, her eyesight was good.

The group dispersed, Liuren climbed onto the container on the left, the other three hid directly below them, and the other two were bitten by zombies before they could climb up. Howls of pain echoed across the deck.

The big ship full of zombies has turned into a horror cruise ship.

Fortunately, they took the first step and occupied the most favorable position. So that at this time, you can still use the alcohol lamp to make some hot food.

Fu An'an opened a can, took out the food inside, drilled two holes on the side and tied it with wire, and a simple small pot was made.

Fu Anan counted them in detail. There were four boxes of canned food in total, thirty-six in each box. Canned salted fish, canned ham, canned pickles, canned corn, and canned rice that can be used as staple foods.

Looking at these stocks, Fu An'an was satisfied, and then heated up two bowls of fragrant white rice with an alcohol lamp. This is the life of a person!

The rice is steaming hot.

Fu Anan took it down and poured oil into the empty jar.

Oil splashes began to splash, making a sizzling sound. Fu Anan put the sliced ​​ham inside and fried it until both sides were golden brown, and took it out after it smelled burnt.

"Okay, let's eat."

Fu Yizhi looked at the cooking oil on the ground, "Where did it come from?"

"Oh, I brought it in my new backpack." Fu Anan pointed to the army green backpack he picked up outside the hut, "There are also cigarettes, lighters and chewing gum in it."

Speaking of which, Fu Anan took out the bag of Hongtashan, "Do you smoke?"

"Need not."

Fu Yizhi sat on the spot and picked up the cooked rice.

The twenty-fifth day of sailing survived and passed safely.

The twenty-sixth day of sailing and survival was passed safely.

Survival at sea twenty-seventh day

Since they climbed to the top of the container, their daily life has changed from fleeing to watching others flee.

Their food is plentiful, but the supplies of the people below are exhausted.

Surrounded by a large number of zombies, they had several disputes in the past three days, and the initial quarrel gradually turned into physical conflict. Just now, a man was pushed out of the container by his companions. After screaming, he was swallowed by the group of zombies below.

Half a minute later, a zombie that had been bitten to the bone in many places wobbled to its feet.